Neeti's POV
After the breakfast and excusing myself from everyone I entered my chamber, surrounded by the opulent furnishings and intricate tapestries that adorned the walls. The soft glow of the candles cast a warm and comforting light, and the scent of incense wafted through the air, carrying with it the fragrance of sandalwood and jasmine.
As I sat on my couch, I let my gaze wander around the room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. My mind began to wander, thinking about my future, and the one question that had been on my mind for weeks: who would I marry?
But as I thought about it, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. I knew that my father would choose a good husband for me even tho he distance himself from me deep in my heart i know he care for me. I thought about the stories my grandmother had told me, about the happy marriages of women in our family, and how they had found love and fulfillment with their husbands.
I imagined myself with a kind and gentle husband, someone who would support me and encourage me to pursue my dreams. I pictured us living together in harmony, building a life filled with love, laughter, and happiness.
As I sat in silence, I felt my heart fill with a sense of hope and optimism. I knew that my future was uncertain, but I also knew that I would face it with courage and confidence. I was ready to embark on this new chapter of my life, and to see where it would lead me.
The silence of the night air seemed to vibrate with possibility, and I felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over me. I knew that everything would work out for the best, and that I would find happiness and fulfillment in my life.
After some time she drifted off to sleep , unaware of the events that were unfolding outside the walls of our kingdom, events that would soon change the course of her life forever.
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Author's pov
Meanwhile, in the grand hall of the palace, the atmosphere was tense with anticipation. The servant's words had barely left his lips before the room was abuzz with whispered conversations and worried glances just by hearing the name of the most powerful emperor Sultan Arshad Khan.
Raja Ratanveer, Neeti's father, sat on his throne, his face a mask of calm consideration. But his eyes betrayed a hint of concern, a flicker of uncertainty that he couldn't quite hide.
As the servant finished reading the letter, Yuvraj Atharv's face darkened with anger. His eyes blazed with indignation as he turned to his father, Raja Ratanveer. "How dare he?" he thundered, his voice echoing through the grand hall. "How dare the Sultan of the Firozi Dynasty ask for the hand of one of our princess in marriage?"
Raja Ratanveer's expression remained calm, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded his son. "Atharv, we must consider the proposal carefully," he cautioned. "We cannot afford to offend the Sultan without careful thought."
But Yuvraj Atharv was having none of it. "Offend him?" he repeated, his voice rising in outrage. "He is the one who is offending us, Father! He thinks he can just ask for one my sisters, as if they are commodities to be traded? It is an insult, a slap in the face to our entire empire!"
The courtiers and advisors watched in silence as Yuvraj Atharv's anger boiled over. They knew that the young prince was fiercely protective of his family, and that he would stop at nothing to defend their honor.
In the midst of the chaos, a figure stood out, watching the scene unfold with an air of quiet intensity. It was Leela, Neeti's loyal maid and confidante, who had slipped into the grand hall unnoticed. Her eyes were fixed on the raja and yuvraj, her expression a mixture of worry and determination as she knew the princess will be no one but Neeti.
As the debate raged on, Leela's thoughts turned to Neeti, sleeping peacefully in her chambers, unaware of the storm brewing around her. She knew that her princess's life was about to change in ways she couldn't even imagine, and she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the young princess.
She knew that Yuvraj Atharv's anger was not just about the proposal, but about the principle of the thing. He would not stand idly by while the Sultan of the Firozi Dynasty tried to dictate terms to the Chauhan Empire.
As the tension in the room continued to build, Raja Ratanveer raised a hand, his expression stern. "Enough, Atharv," he commanded. "We will discuss this proposal in a calm and rational manner. We will not be swayed by emotion or anger."
Yuvraj Atharv's face still burned with indignation, but he nodded curtly, acknowledging his father's words. The debate would continue, but one thing was certain: the Chauhan Empire would not be bullied or intimidated by the Sultan of the Firozi Dynasty.