Royal Charades

Royal Charades

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In light of the crown prince abdicating the throne for the love of his life, all the responsibilities of the country and the woman betrothed to his brother falls on the second Prince Arjun's shoulder. Will he be able to navigate through the loveless marriage for the country or will he find love in unexpected places? ###### "Why did you do this?" Arjun's voice echoed the tall walls of the palace, his back faced to his newly wed wife. "You knew I had someone else in my life, and you still chose this marriage. Why?" He asked, his eyes red in anger. "I will compensate you in allimony, how much ever you need, you can be the good person in the PR, just agree on mutual divorce." Arjun let out. "What if I want something else?" She asked. "Name anything." He replied. "Enna kettalum tharuvingla?" (Will you give me whatever I ask for?" ) She asked in a low tone. "Kelu." (Ask.) He let out, mirroring her tone into an almost whisper. "Ungala?" (You?) She asked and he paused. ######
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🌸 The wedding drums still echoed in her ears, even after the guests had left and the house had sunk into silence. Ananya sat on the edge of the bed, her red bangles clinking softly as she folded her trembling hands in her lap. This was the moment she had dreamed of since childhood-the beginning of a new life, a partner who would hold her close, a home built on laughter and trust. But reality stood in sharp contrast. Across the room, Arjun loosened his tie with visible frustration, his face drawn with an exhaustion that wasn't from the rituals but from something deeper-resistance. He hadn't looked at her the entire evening except when duty forced him to. His voice, when he finally spoke, was clipped and cold, a knife to her fragile hopes. "This marriage..." he said quietly, almost to himself, "was never my choice." The words sank into her heart like stones, shattering the fragile castles she had built in her imagination. Ananya lowered her gaze, tears pricking her eyes, but she swallowed them down. Crying wouldn't change the truth. She was an introvert who had never asked for much-only a life where love bloomed slowly but surely. Yet here she was, bound in a relationship where love seemed like a distant mirage. He was a man carrying his own scars, his own chains, and she was caught in the storm of his unwillingness. In that quiet room, between two strangers joined by force, a journey began. A journey that would test patience, break walls, and question what it really meant to choose someone-not with words, but with the heart. And though neither of them knew it yet, what started as a forced bond would one day turn into a choice that would redefine them both. --- 🐚🦑🪷

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