~Subhadra
"I'm unsure if his intentions are genuine or not. What if he only wants to marry me for political gain? Is he truly in love with me? " Tears began to well up in my eyes.
What if I'm nothing more than a toy , a mere vessel to fulfill hi...
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As the night deepened, Dwarka gleamed in delight and celebration. Sacred chants echoed from the temples, their mantras rising into the dark sky. Musical instruments filled the streets with cheerful notes, while the moon bathed the palace in a soft silver glow, making its marble walls shimmer like quiet water.
"Have they arrived?" Rohini asked sharply as she walked across the grand hall.
"Not yet, Maharani" her personal maid replied softly.
Rohini stopped mid-step and looked at her in disbelief.
"Not yet?" she repeated, letting out a tired sigh.
Behind her, a group of attendants followed, carrying trays filled with fresh flowers and garlands.
Rohini turned and glared at them.
"Why are you all following me? Go and finish the remaining work. The hallways are yet to be decorated, and the stairs near the lotus pond still look bare."
The attendants hurried away at once.
"Jiji, why are you tiring yourself like this and them as well? Everything will be finished on time."
Devaki entered the hall with calm grace, Vasudev walking beside her.
Rohini looked relieved for a moment, but when her eyes fell on Vasudev, her brows knit together.
"Should you not be at the Sudharma Palace overseeing the mandap arrangements?" she asked, her voice hoarse with exhaustion.
"I was," Vasudev replied with an amused sigh. "But the boys interrupted me… and practically threw me out."
He rolled his eyes lightly.
Devaki suppressed a smile.
"They said the mandap is under their command tonight" she added.
Rohini blinked in disbelief.
"Under their command?" she muttered. "Heavens protect us."
Vasudev laughed softly.
"Move aside, move…" a maid hurried through the crowd.
"Greetings, Your Highness."
Vasudeva acknowledged her with a gentle nod.
"Oh Kamala, why did you take so long?" Rohini asked.
"My forgiveness, Devi. The pooja took longer than expected," Kamala replied, bowing her head. She stepped forward and offered the golden plate covered with red silk to Rohini.
Rohini lifted the silk cloth.
Beneath it lay a crimson red embroidered saree, adorned with delicate patterns of gold thread.
