Marraigeofconvinience Stories

Aahana Rathore stood in the mirror, her hand gently resting on the small swell of her belly. Three months pregnant, twenty-seven years old, and until a month ago, completely invisible to the world that ran in her blood - the royal house of Rajasthan. She adjusted the border of her pastel saree, the elegance of her posture a far cry from the childhood that tried to erase her identity.