Instead of removing his crown, Anubhav turned towards Haseena.
Before anyone could understand what he was doing, the king lowered himself onto one knee before his wife.
A collective gasp echoed through the Garbhgrah.
The priests froze.
The royal family stood stunned.
And Haseena...
Haseena could only stare at him in disbelief.
Because the man who bowed before no one...
The man who lowered his head only before Maa Durga herself...
Was now kneeling before her.
He looked straight into her eyes.
"Maa ne kaha tha ki bahu ghar ki Devi hoti hai... To hum chahte hain ki hamare desh ki Raani, hamare ghar ki Lakshmi aur hamari dharmpatni apne haathon se hamara mukut utaar kar Maa ke charanon mein rakh de."
His voice was gentle, so gentle that for a moment, nobody recognized it as the voice of the Chakravarti Samrat. There was no authority in his tone, no command, no expectation. It was spoken with a sincerity that made the entire chamber fall even quieter than before.
Still kneeling before her, Anubhav kept his gaze fixed upon Haseena, his head tilted slightly upward. The way he looked at her was enough to leave everyone speechless. It was not the look of a king towards his queen, nor of a husband towards his wife. It was a look filled with reverence and worship, as though he was seeing something sacred that the rest of the world was unable to see.
Haseena felt her breath catch in her throat. Her fingers tightened unconsciously around the thaali as she stared back at him. For a few moments, she forgot about the temple, the royal family, and the priests.
All she could see was him. She had looked into those dark eyes many times before , when she had fought him, challenged him, hated him, and even feared him. Yet she had never looked this deeply. Perhaps because she had never allowed herself to. Perhaps because she had never wanted to know what truly lay behind them.
But today she saw it.
For the first time, she saw a depth of love and respect she had never imagined existed within a man. There was no arrogance in his gaze, no possessiveness, no hunger for control. Instead, there was a devotion so pure that it unsettled her.
It felt impossible, almost unreal. Growing up, she had heard countless people call women goddesses. She had heard speeches, promises, and praises. Yet standing before her was the first man she had ever seen who truly seemed to believe it.
(Remember the very first chapter, haseena asked Maa Durga that ,did man really worshipped women)
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