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The Haveli stood grand, draped in golden lights, its towering domes glistening under the moonlight. The air buzzed with excitement as the city of Jaipur roared in celebration, welcoming its new king-Mayank Suryavanshi.
The pavilion was alive with cheers, voices blending into a chorus of admiration. Their king. Their savior. Their ruler. Standing tall in royal attire, Mayank acknowledged the crowd with a firm nod. His mother, standing beside him, held the sacred tilak, ready to bless him-to mark the moment he ascended his throne.
But fate had other plans.
A loud, piercing scream ripped through the joyous air.
And then-
A body fell from the terrace above.
The world slowed. Gasps turned into cries of horror. And before Mayank could even turn-
She fell.
Right at his feet.
The sound of the impact shattered his soul.
His breath caught. His mind refused to process the nightmare unfolding before him.
Raha.
His wife. His queen. His everything.
Her delicate frame lay twisted, bathed in crimson. The golden silk of her bridal saree-**the one she had once shyly shown him on their wedding night-**was now soaked in her own blood.
The celebrations turned into chaos. The crowd that once chanted his name now screamed in terror.
Mayank couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.
For the first time in his life, the king was powerless.
His mother's thali slipped from her hands, the vermillion scattering across the marble-but it no longer mattered.
Before he could drop to his knees, before he could cradle his queen, a whisper sliced through the frozen silence-
"Bhabhi sa is pregnant."
The words slammed into him with brutal force.
His vision blurred. His blood turned ice.
His fists clenched as his entire existence collapsed.
He didn't just lose Raha.
He lost his child.