[Aditya's POV]
"Silver, Gold or Black?" I asked Draupadi as I looked doti cloth placed on the bed with three different colors of cloth laid out before me. Each represented a different image, a different message for the day ahead.
Draupadi stood beside me, considering the options with a thoughtful gaze. "Silver for wisdom, Gold for prosperity, and Black for authority," she mused, her eyes flickering over the fabric. She tilted her head, her fingers brushing the edges of each piece as she seemed to weigh the significance of each. "But today... I think you should choose Black."
I paused, considering her words carefully. Black—authority. It was a fitting choice, especially given the monumental moment ahead of me. Today was not just about claiming the throne but about asserting my role as the ruler of Sindhu, showing the people that I was prepared to take the mantle of leadership.
