𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢

22. Confession

Arthur's Pov

In the evening

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the crown on my head. It was not just a crown of gold, diamonds, and ruby stones, but a crown that bore the history of blood and strength, a testament to how my ancestors fought for the people.

Even though the era of kings and queens ended long ago and India gained its independence, they significantly played a huge role in India's history, which is often overlooked, despite our awareness of this aspect of history. But still, we are respected by the people of Rajasthan, not because we are royals, but because every king that sat on the throne always swore to protect them and help them, for sheltering them and fighting the government for their justice, we were always there with them. And now it's my chance.

As the crown settled on my head, my dad looked at me with pride in his eyes, knowing I would just handle everything.

My mother touched the royal ancient sword to my head, making me close my eyes, as I raised both my hands and kept it in front of her. She kept the sword in my hand and patted my head.

The sound of the clapping and cheers was non-stop in the background.

The rituals finally came to an end.

Suddenly, I felt someone's sharp gaze on me. I looked beside me to see my wife, glaring at me while squeezing her eyes.

Cute!

Par ab maine kya kiya? Jo ye sherni apni aankhon se merpe dihaad ri hain?

"What happened?" I asked softly. Afraid of the fact that if I say something more, for sure, she will kill me, not caring about the fact that I just became a king and eklauta beta of my parents.

She huffed and shifted her eyes in front of glaring at the queens and the princesses.

Acha! Ohh! Samjh gaya! Toh ye dikkat hai! umh, hmm.

"Why the hell are they all looking at you? kahin ke raja ho tum?" She said, squeezing her eyes more, gritting her teeth.

I don't know whether to laugh right now or feel awestruck.

Godddddd Lol, kaisi biwi di hai? Itni kuchu puchu si samjh nii aata pyaar karu inhe yaa gussa control karu inka? Like, aww, my baby! I'll just kiss you to melt down your anger.

"umh, hmm. Fortunately, yeah! I just became a king, your highness," I said, nodding my head. Her neck turned towards me and gave me a death stare.

Okay, scary move.

I shiftly took her saree's pallu and hid my face with it, bending my head down, I looked at her.

"Aese naa ghuriye Rani sa, ham sirf aapke hai," I said, giving her a cheeky smile.

"I don't like the idea of you being this handsome and hot! saari ladkiyan tumhe aese dekhti hai jaise woh khaa jaayengi aapko," She said, huffing.

"Par khareeda toh aapne hai naa hame! ham sirf aapke khaane ke liye hai," I joked.

"Shut up," She glared at me more.

I pulled her towards me, making the pallu fall on her and me both now.

"Udhar nahi idhar dekhiye hame, let's make them jealous, let them see, how I belong to My Rani sa only," I whispered, bending my head to match her level. My lips touched hers slightly. I caressed her cheek with my thumb.

We both were both lost in each other's eyes.

I pecked her lips and pulled out.

She looked at me with her big eyes, innocently.