𝗔𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗡 - Beautiful
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This is a collection of Desi Short Stories.
The stories:
1. Dilkash ✨
[Arranged Marriage | Soft Romance]
2. Mukhtalif 🤍
[Secret Affair | Opposites Attract]
3. Inayaat 🪷
[Marriage of Convenience | Grum...
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The desert wind howled against the walls of Mewar Fort, carrying with it the scent of dust and war.
At dawn, the messenger had arrived from the Marwar border; breathless, bloodied, and terrified. The Northern Sultanate's banners had been sighted near the trade outposts. Rebels within Mewar's ranks had risen in their wake, claiming higher taxes and broken promises.
By midmorning, the council chamber roared with argument.
Uttar mein sainikon ki sankhya adhik hai... Gaanv ke log bhi unake saath jud gae hain! Sultaan ke aadami unhe hathiyaar de rahe hain!
The troops in the north are outnumbered... The people of the villages have joined them! The Sultan's men are supplying them arms!
Amid the storm of voices, Rana Rudradev Rathore stood silent, his gaze hard as stone. When he spoke, the hall fell still.
"Bas! Hum Marwar ko girane nahin de sakate. Yadi aisa hua, to sultaan ki sena hamare daravaazon tak pahunchne ke liye registaan ka raasta apanaegi." Rudradev spoke.
Enough! We cannot let Marwar fall. If it does, the Sultan's armies will have the desert as their road to our gates.
"Ghudsavaar sena taiyaar karein. Shaam hone se pehle hum chal padenge." He turned to his commander.
Ready the cavalry. We ride before dusk.
The hall erupted again, this time with approval.
"Hamari peeche,kila soega nahi. Hamari jagah ranisa mehal sambhalengi." And then his voice cut through it, quieter, steadier.
While I'm gone, the fort will not sleep. The queen will hold the palace in my stead.
All heads turned.
Rani Aaryavika, seated beside him, lifted her chin; not startled, but resolute. Still, murmurs rippled through the chamber.
"Ranisa? Aadar sahit, Ranasa... Veh Mewar mei nayi hai, unhe gyaat nahi..." Someone stated to speak.
The queen? With respect, Ranasa... She's new to Mewar, she doesn't know...
"Vah aapki rani banne ke liye paryaapt janti hai. Yeh apke shaasak banne ke liye bhi paryaapt hona chahiye." Rudradev's eyes flicked to the speaker, sharp as a drawn blade.
She knows enough to be your queen. That should be enough to be your ruler too.
The silence that followed was final.
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When Rudradev rode out with the Mewar cavalry that evening, the skies were the color of embers.
