❝ ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴ ᴏғғsᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ. ❞

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"What you call my shamelessness banma, is my love for you. And about me being irresponsible, I would rather welcome you on our bed than at the door," she replied.

"And about dinner, I don't think that's my job as a kunwarani." She further added.

"And you think that your only job is to satisfy me in bed. What about your duties as kunwarani at the welcoming ceremony of mine?" He asked, sitting regaly in front of her. His voice was cold and emotionless.

"Banma, duties like this can be managed without my presence. But who will do the duties as your wife if not me?" She asked with a gentle raise of her one eyebrow, as if trying to tease him.

By now her sugary tone and loud jingling of her ornaments have managed to suffocate his peace. Yet, her suggestive actions and not so subtle seduction were the one that were getting on his nerves.

"And what do you think you will achieve by what you're implying?" He finally asked after controlling his annoyance after listening to the word 'banma' again and again from her mouth.

Though he possessed harem which he inherited, he was man of ethics. He never touched any woman other than his or without consent.

Learning methods of copulation are part of training for any future king under the section of Kamasutra. Where the ladies of the harem step in.

They train the princes and guide them through their sexual desires in the way that they have self control over their lust.

Yet, he never misused the opportunity and did anything with any woman without their consent. And his instructors for his lessons, were strictly the women from his harem with their full consent and no one else.

"I am willing to bore you an hire to your empire by the means of what I am implying. I can be the Rajranisa of Awadh if my son is the next king. By simply doing that, I can earn respect, title and power more than Emperor of Awadh," she explained.

"So why should I do the trivial and tedious jobs to please the subjects, when I could very well please their king!" She concluded.

The rage inside his being can be seen through his eyes as red as gushing blood. Yet, not a line appeared on his stone cold face.

The woman who considers being intimate with him as just a merry duty, from which she intends to gain title and position by the means of his child, can never become his ranisa.

"Get. Out." His gray eyes, the color of a dark raging storm. His voice was cold and contained a certain steel that now made the woman in front of him shiver while the color of her rosy cheeks deteriorated.

"But banma-" she tried to say.

"Get. The. Hell. Out." An order. A command gritted out of him in such a way, that it made her run out of the chamber in much less elegance than with what she had entered.

Adhrik flung the earthen vase, in his chambers on the bedside table towards the mirror shattering it in pieces with a loud crashing sound.

His eyes contained red veins popping surrounding his grey iris.

By hearing the sound of loud crashing from his chambers, Maharana Udaipratap and Maharani Jayvanta, who were passing by entered inside looking tense.

Without a word, Jayvanta ordered a maid to clear the glass while the couple sat on his bed and Adhrik in between them near their feet. He rested his head in his father's lap while both his parents caressed his raven locks.

"What was the cause of your anger, ladesar?" Jayvanta asked him gently.

"Well I just realized that I am just a means to provide her an offspring that would be the means for that lady to gain power and position," he simply replied with a sigh.

"She is not fit or even destined to be the queen. Moreover, I would like to remind you that you have a first wife that is much more capable of ruling by your side," answered Udaipratap softly.

"You both are a perfect match for each other like Shiv-Shakti. I will not implore, yet I would still like to know the reason for these differences between you both," he added further.

Adhrik couldn't help but remember when he met her for the first time.

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According to the legends, land of the great Mithila is the birthplace of Bhumija Janaki Sita, the wife of Lord Ramachandran Raghuvanshi of Awadh.

It said that, after every century there is a yog of the divine reunion of Raghuvanshi and Maithili, just like the divine couple Siya-Ram.

And fortunately, it was foreseen that after hundred of years, Kunwarsa Adhrik Singh Raghuvanshi will marry the daughter of Maharaj Maanveer Chandra Janakvanshi, the king of Mithila.

The union will bring prosperity, auspiciousness and strength all over the land under the great ruler of Raghuvansh.

Young kunwarsa was enjoying the drizzle of cold showers pouring around the lush land at the borders of Mithila.

The cave behind him was where he would be staying for the night, two days before his marriage to the princess of the said land.

The moment he turned around to enter back into the cave, he collided with the soft flesh of the human body which he clutched tight in his arms.

The rain started to fall heavily as if celebrating the celestial union.

His eyes met the gorgeous pair of honey brown orbs with fire licking around the iris in the form of glowing specs. He was mesmerized to say the least.

A thunder roared breaking him out of his revive while he straightened the soft chubby little girl on her feet.

After blinking a couple of times at him amazed, she fainted in his arms making him chuckle at her adorableness.

It was going to be a long night, he thought while bringing her inside the cave with himself.

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"It doesn't matter dajiraj. The reason was the circumstances in which our marriage commenced," he said.

"One day, I would surely love to hear the so-called tragic story of your marriage," jested Udaipratap with enthusiasm making Jayvanta chuckle and Adhrik scoff.

"Ladesar, now it's time you start listening to your heart. Trust me son, it will never mislead you." His mother advised him gently.

There was an internal turmoil in his heart. She is different. He wanted to give his relationship a chance. Yet, he knew he had screwed his chances with that obnoxious behavior of his.

While he was in deep thoughts, his father informed," Tomorrow I have declared holiday in the royal court."

"Why?" He asked surprised, as the royal court is never closed if there is no specific occasion or reason behind it.

"I am not answerable to you, brat. I have my personal life. I wish to spend tomorrow with your mother," his father stated while smirking towards his mother, making her blush.

Was he serious? For his personal reasons he was going to dismiss the court?

But before Adhrik could ask any questions, his mother stated, "No ladesar, we are going between our subjects as commoners to know their needs and sorrows. So we can provide them relief and better care."

Immediately he asked in excitement, "Can I-" but was cut-offed by his father's grumble.

"No you can not tag along. As I said, private time, brat," making him pout adorably at his mother.

Nonetheless, he knew his father would not take him with them. But he was well prepared for what he wanted now.

He desired her glimpse. But his soul knew, she deserved more than what he desired.

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sʜᴀʙᴅ-ᴋᴏsʜ :- ᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ.

ʙᴀɴᴍᴀ : ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ.

ʀᴀᴊʀᴀɴɪsᴀ/ʀᴀᴊᴍᴀᴛᴀ : ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

ʀᴀɴɪsᴀ : ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ

ʟᴀᴅᴇsᴀʀ : ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴏɴᴇ.

sʜɪᴠ-sʜᴀᴋᴛɪ : ᴍᴀʜᴀᴅᴇᴠ-ᴘᴀʀᴠᴀᴛɪ

ʙʜᴜᴍɪᴊᴀ (ʙᴏʀɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ), ᴊᴀɴᴀᴋɪ (ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴊᴀɴᴀᴋ), sɪᴛᴀ, sɪʏᴀ : ᴡɪғᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴏʀᴅ ʀᴀᴍᴀ, sɪᴛᴀ.

ʀᴀᴍᴀᴄʜᴀɴᴅʀᴀɴ, ʀᴀᴍ : ᴀɴᴄᴇsᴛᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴀᴅʜʀɪᴋ. ᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴀᴍ. ᴀɴ ᴇᴘɪᴛᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ɪᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪɴᴅᴜ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ.

ᴍᴀɪᴛʜɪʟɪ : ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴏғ ᴍɪᴛʜɪʟᴀ.