🌄 Udaipur
Mornings in Udaipur are always magical — golden sunrays kissing the Aravalli hills, the soft wind dancing through the palace courtyards. But today, it feels even more beautiful. Why? Because today marks my official retirement... from studies!
Yes, you heard that right. I, Princess Bhavna Sisodia of Udaipur, have finally — after a long, painful battle — completed my Bachelor's degree. And let me tell you honestly, I have zero interest in studying further. None. Nada. Zilch.
Oops! I started rambling without even introducing myself properly. So, hello! Meet me — Bhavna, 21 years old, full-time drama queen, part-time royal troublemaker. I’m the youngest in the Sisodia family and officially done with textbooks, exams, and boring lectures forever.
I’ve already made it clear to my father: No more studies. Not happening. I’d rather dance in the rain or binge-watch every pending episode of my favorite shows than open another book.
From now on, I plan to enjoy life to the fullest. I’ll eat like a queen (which I literally am), travel the world, dance like no one’s watching, sing even if no one wants to hear — and, of course, watch all my pending K-dramas on FlixStream and MeView (yes, I’m obsessed). 😍
Oh, and BTS⟭⟬💜, my favorite idol group, is currently in their military training phase, so the group's activities are on pause. 😭 But I know they’ll come back stronger — and I am definitely planning to attend their grand comeback concert someday!
In fact, I’ve already decided —
"पापा को कह दूंगी मुझे साउथ कोरिया लेकर चलें ताकि मैं BPS का लाइव शो देख सकूं!"
(I’ll tell Papa to take me to South Korea so I can attend a BPS concert in person!)
Just when I was deeply lost in my open-eyed dreams, a loud knock shattered the fantasy.
"Bhavna! Uth gayi ya nahi? Neeche aao turant!"
( bhavana you are up or not... Come down stairs)
(My mother’s voice thundered from the other side of the door.)
Ugh! Not again! Why do my daydreams always end with reality punching me in the face?
Panicked, I jumped out of bed, dashed to the washroom, freshened up, and bolted straight toward the main hall, where the whole family had already gathered.
“Hi everyone... Good morning, Pita ji!” I greeted them cheerfully.
They responded warmly, though I could feel curious eyes on me.
Soon after, my mother called us all for breakfast. We were just settling in when a voice boomed across the hall...
“BHAVNA!”
I froze.
Closed my eyes.
Breathed deeply.
Here we go.
“Jee... Dada sa?” I replied nervously.
Let me tell you something — the only person I’m genuinely terrified of is my grandfather, Mahesh Sisodia. Even at the age of 80, his aura is enough to make soldiers stand still.
He looked straight at me.
“Your father tells me you’ve made it clear that you don’t want to study further. Fine. But since you’re free now, we’ve decided it’s time for your marriage.”
His voice was like thunder wrapped in velvet.
“WHAT?!” I yelped.
Before I could recover, my mother chimed in gently, “It’s for your own good, beta. In fact, we’ve already received a promising marriage proposal for you...”
I raised my hand and interrupted,
“Okay... but I want a Sabhyasachi lehenga — the ₹20 lakh one. Only then I’m in!”
I mean, duh.
Makeup, outfits, jewellery, glamour, drama — why would I miss out on all this royal fun?
“तो इसका मतलब है कि आप शादी के लिए तैयार हैं?”
(So you are ready for marriage?) my Dadi Sa asked with a smile.
I nodded with an extra dose of sass.
“जी, दादी सा। हमने बहुत सोचा कि आपकी भी उम्र हो चली है। पता नहीं कब आप टपक लें — इससे पहले आपकी आखिरी इच्छा तो पूरी कर दें।”
(Of course, Dadi Sa. I figured you’re getting old... who knows how long you’ll be around — better to fulfill your last wish in time.)
“ए लड़की! तू बड़ों से बात करने की तमीज भूल गई है क्या? तू इस घर की राजकुमारी है — तुझसे ऐसी भाषा शोभा नहीं देती!”
(Girl! Have you forgotten how to speak to elders? You’re a princess — such words do not suit your mouth!)
My grandfather’s voice roared like a lion's.
Oh no... stupid, stupid Bhavna.
Mental note: Learn how to filter your words before your sass gets you banished from the kingdom.
Before things could escalate further, my mother stood up and said softly,
“Bhavna, go to your room. I’ll come and speak with you privately.”
I gave her a sheepish nod and tiptoed out of the room, already preparing my next excuse in my head...
As I climbed the grand marble staircase toward my room, my mind raced in a hundred different directions. Marriage? Me? Already? I mean... yes, I do love weddings — who doesn’t? The glittering lights, heavy lehengas, glamorous makeup artists hovering around, camera flashes making you feel like a movie star. The royal drama, the aunties gossiping in the corners, and of course — being the center of attention.
But... was I ready? Really? What if the groom is someone old and bald with weird teeth? What if he has no interest in K-dramas or thinks BPS is a bank instead of the greatest boy band on earth? What if he tells me to stay off MeView and InstaFrame? What if... he's just another boring businessman who wants a silent trophy wife?
Ugh. No. That’s not me. I'm not made to sit silently and serve tea in delicate cups.
As I entered my room, I flopped onto the bed like a lifeless rose petal torn off too early. My heart thumped nervously, not because I didn’t want to marry, but because I had no idea what kind of chaos was heading my way. Royal matches aren’t just about love — they’re about alliances, family honor, and expectations.
I stared at the ceiling fan, spinning lazily, just like my thoughts. What kind of man had my family chosen for me? A quiet poet? A mama’s boy? Or worse... someone more arrogant than me?
I had no clue that fate was about to throw me into the path of the most feared man in Rajasthan — Ekansh Singh Chauhan, the ruthless, cold-blooded CEO of Chauhan Corporation... also known as the Hukum of Ajmer.
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