Chapter 44

Bhairavi's POV:

He prefers to joke.

I looked at him in the mirror.

"What? I'm serious!", he smiled.

I started throwing things I could get my hands on. I also threw in a bottle of fragrance. Today is my coronation day and yeh bandar is literally driving me crazy. I kept throwing out my makeup products, brushes, rollers and everything. He danced to avoid them.

"Bhairavi, listen!"

"Listen to what? The story about you draping the sari."

your girlfriend?!" There was nothing else left to throw at him. So I started punching him in the chest.

"Calm down."

"How many girlfriends did you have in Ekanshi?"

"Including or excluding you?" he asked after thinking for a moment.

"You chose death today. Huh?", I continued pounding my fist into his chest.

He held my hands, "Why does it matter? You're the one."

the one with whom I see my entire future."

It distracted me for a second, yeah.

"Don't dodge my question Ekansh" I said stepping on my makeup brush losing my balance.

Of course he tried to pin me, although he also stepped on something. I fell to the wooden floor with him on top of me.

I closed my eyes thinking I was going to hurt my back

very bad.

I felt no pain. That's because he covered my back with his hands.

I opened my eyes to see his worried face.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a concerned voice

I nodded slightly.

He gently removed my hands for me to rest

on the wooden floor slowly.

His eyes darkened now. He hovered above

I'll be caged between his arms with an intensifying look.

"Do you really care about the number? Not mine."

love?" he spoke with his eyes boring into mine. I swallowed my dry throat. Did I hurt him?

Shouldn't I be the one to feel bad?

The next thing he said made me even more guilty.

"You have no idea about old Eky. He was a spoiled rich man."

a guy who wanted a girlfriend for bending his popularity and bed. The Eky you see now is dead across from him. Part of me wants to rip your clothes off every time I see you, love every inch of your body. And my love for you is stopping me!" he said in a growing voice.

"My heart tells me to wait for the right time because you are the right person. Why don't you get it?"

Our hot breaths mingled with each other.

He smirked and moved away. Then he started

pick up the scattered things that were lying on the floor

one after another. I tried to keep my balance on my leg

with this strongly insane ghagra. I looked down to adjust

my skirt and I saw my blouse slide down a bit revealing more of it.

I quickly adjusted my blouse and saw Ekansh

simply arrange all the items back on the dressing

table. He didn't even try to look at my body

the whole time he was hovering over me. His

eyes were constantly fixed on mine.

"First of all, I don't even know how to drape a sari.

When I was little, I often played with my mother's dupatta. Once she showed me how to pleat a dupatta when she saw my curiosity. And that's all I've learned." He spoke without looking me in the eye.

He put the dupatta on me and tucked it to a

side of my ghagra after i got my bike.

He made me sit on the toilet seat and started

brushing my hair.

"Now don't ask me how I know to braid your hair. he remarked coldly.

"Sorry." I apologized and looked down.

"Don't do it. It was my fault too. I shouldn't have joked." he said, lifting my chin and giving me a genuine smile that put me at ease.

"By the way, I'm not that great at makeup. You should ask someone else."

"No. I like to do it myself."

After he did the makeup with the hair, he made me wear it

earrings and a huge collar over the neck and anklets and bracelets and what not.

"God, how are you even carrying this weight?? I can't."

even imagine that." he said shaking his head.

"It's kind of fun though. I laughed.

When we had done everything, we went to the Throne

hall.

I stopped shaking when Ekansh was with me

every second. He held my hand tightly as we walked.

He kept checking the app on the device.

"What is it?"

"Software that detects if something is wrong." he replied coldly.

And the nervousness returned to me when I remembered Sourav.

I didn't realize when we arrived at the ancient hall.

It is only open for special occasions or ceremonies. They kept the original architecture. Today it is decorated with various lotus flowers.

When we walked in, I noticed my parents were sitting on it

throne with a proud charming smile.

My dad is not from any royal background

Ekansh. Mom belongs to the royal family.

Fortunately, the ancient queen married a normal

citizens and ruled together and broke several laws.

Since then, there have been no forced marriages.

I looked at Ekansh who is least interested in being one

the next king.

I climbed the stairs that led to the throne.

Mom and Dad got up from the throne together.

Dad kissed my forehead, "Our princess is ready

to be the next queen."

I smiled nervously.

Pandit il chanted some mantra and blessed

bracelets.

These bracelets are made up of emeralds and diamonds handed down from generation to generation. It belongs to the first ever Queen of Jodhpur.

Mom made me wear it and a lone tear escaped

from my eyes The bracelets fit me perfectly

wrist.

And everyone started shouting for joy.

"Maharani Bhairavi ki jai!"

I don't like listening to it. I hate this treatment. No other

choice. I have to accept that I am the queen now.

I looked at Ekansh. He said "I love you" and

he clapped merrily with each one.

Mom held my hand and sat me on the throne

saying,

"The throne deserves you as you deserve it

it.