In an extraordinary twist of fate, the soul of a modern-day young woman named Aarna finds itself inexplicably swapped with that of a princess from the 9th century, wedded to none other than the formidable Rajadhiraja Yashwardhan Rao. Yashwardhan fal...
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After washing my hands, I stood near the bathroom's entrance, grappling with unsettling emotions. Jealousy and overprotectiveness toward someone else's husband plagued my thoughts, a reality I reluctantly acknowledged.
Groaning, I buried my face in my hands, perplexed by my inexplicable feelings. This man was not my husband; yet, I felt an inexplicable connection. Determined to distance myself, thoughts of finding a way back to my time with my parents consumed me. Worries about Aarna and their potential reactions haunted me.
Frustration took over, prompting me to tug at my hair, the jingling of my bangles caught my attention. Examining the shining bangles, a suspicion emerged; something was awry.
Sleeping with the bangles on, I awoke in this unfamiliar place, only to find Aarna adorned with identical bangles. The mystery surrounding these bangles demanded a swift investigation.
Turning to leave the bathroom, the weight of my lehenga impeded my steps, provoking a frustrated groan as I lifted it.
"Yashwardhan ji!!! Yashwardhan ji!!" I called stalking out from the bathroom, discovering him peacefully seated on the bed. His brow furrowed as he approached, concerned.
"What is wrong, love?" he asked, using an endearing term that left me conflicted. My mind couldn't escape the fact that he reserved such endearments for his wife.
Attempting to quell my inner turmoil, I closed my eyes briefly, reopening them with a sigh. Yashwardhan patiently awaited my explanation. "Is this a lehenga or a dress made of stones?" I asked, struggling to suppress my frustration.
Blinking, he examined the lehenga, meeting my gaze. "Is it heavy?" he inquired, causing me to inhale sharply, waving my hands. "Heavy!!?? This makes my legs numb!!! I don't even know how I wore this all this time!" I exclaimed, attempting to maintain composure.
"It's saddening that something like that is able to make your legs numb," he remarked, prompting a sidelong glance. Amidst sharing my predicament, he seemingly flirted, leaving me bewildered by the unexpected exchange.
"Yashwardhan ji, this lehenga is so heavy, and I don't like wearing so many jewels. It feels like I'm carrying 10 tons!" I groaned, noticing him bite his lower lip, suppressing a laugh.
"Okay, love. If you don't want to wear them, then just remove them," he suggested, and I gave him a questioning look.
"Then what will I wear?" I asked, folding my arms. He casually placed his hands behind his back, teasingly asking, "Do you need something to wear?" Just as anger was about to take over, he burst into laughter and cupped my face.
"Oh, my baby, I'll immediately arrange lighter lehengas for you, okay?" he promised, and my anger dissolved. How could he be so sweet?
My conscience interjected, reminding me that his sweetness wasn't directed at me but at his wife. Stoic expressions returned as I nodded. "What about these jewels?" I inquired, and he contemplated. His cold fingers slid over my waist, making me shiver as he pulled me close. He started making small circles on my waist with his cold fingers. It was making me weak on my knees.
