"Maharanisa, his majesty came back victorious," came an elated voice of a maid running infront of her desk, "He won the state elections,"she completed.
She kept the book she was reading gracefully on her desk and stood up from her seat acknowledging the maid.
"Did he brought the lady back with him who he was supposed to?" Her question without an ounce of emotion dampened the maid's enthusiasm.
Not because of her lack of emotions, but because of her question,"Ranisa, everytime our king rescues a lady and bring her back under his wing, somehow they all act as his wives! The shameless women, all are the same," she spat.
"Yet, you accept them in your house, help them, heal them and in the end they conspire against you to get his attention and favours."
Without giving heed to what the maid was saying she ordered, "Kokoiyaji, prepare the welcoming aarti for his majesty and new comfortable room in the harem for the woman coming with him," while she adjusted her long silky midnight hair.
The maid looked at her with utmost respect and went away to carry out her orders with a curtsy. While the queen, removed the imaginary creases from her white silk shirt and black trousers.
Her high wedged ankle boots making authorative taps against the sleek marble flooring of the majestic palace. While she walked past various running servants and maids with a professional smile on her full cherry red lips, they greet her whole heartedly.
Her half gloved hands clasped behind her back while her rigid straight back gave her posture magnificance. The soft features of her angled face pulled taut in rather serious grace.
She descended down the artistic ancient steps of the palace leading her straight to the main entrance, before a vast waiting area, size of a mini ballroom. The servents and staff with ministers stood on the either side of the entrance starting from the last step of the staircase.
She approached the door and took the aarti thal from Kokoiyaji while she waited for his majesty to arrive, her face blank and her honey orbs emotionless.
The iron gates of the fort opened widely welcoming the procession of zooming SUVs. The ten front black SUVs entered the fort racing past the gates while the other ten followed behind, a white Rolls Royce gilding smoothly in between.
Taking a circle of huge ancient fountain in middle and the front of the main entrance, the cars lined with the Rolls Royce in front of the entrance of the palace where the queen stood with an aarti thal.
The Rolls Royce itself emitted an heavy aura even before the owner revealed himself. The King. Dressed in black Giorgio Armani with a Prada dress shoes and Ray-Ban covering his stormy eyes stepped out with killer aura of dominance.
The slight tan of complexion in his skin contrasted the milky paleness of the queen. As soon as he stepped in front of his queen, he revealed his stormy gaze directly fixed on her honeyed one colloiding with him head on.
The staff present there in hundreds trembled as soon as the sunglasses were removed. His queen did his aarti and vijay tilak.
"Vijay ni khub badhai, Maharana," Congratulating him on his victory, without an ounce of emotion, in the recent elections and now being the Mayor of Mewar state of India of which he is the king too. In response he just nodded stiffly as an acknowledgement.
"Chori piche se," he spoke in his deep commanding voice which rang out around the pristine walls of palace and made the servents bow more lower, "Allot the girl her room and foresee her comfort," he ordered.
Which both knew was not needed, as it was not for the first time he brought an abused, raped or tortured women rescuing her from their cruel fate who has no one to call her own or no place to call home. This was his duty towards his subjects which they took as his act of kindness.
"Ji," she answered shortly. Immediately he went past her across the hall and straight towards his sanctuary at the top of the palace in the North wing. The South wing of the palace on the same floor, farthest from him was her home.
And at east of the tower on the lower floor, was the harem which she would like to call as NGO according to the 21st Century norms. She sighed when a small meek looking girl was pushed infront of her while Kokoiyaji took the aarti from her hand.
"Kh-hama G-ghani Maha-ra-nisa," came a meek greeting from the shivering girl no more than twenty. As a neurosurgeon herself she can detect basic signs of her destroyed mental state if not more.
"Ghani khama," her smooth voice flowed around while she dismissed the still bowing staff with a hand movement, "Come with me."
She started moving towards the harem while Kokoiyaji and the girl followed. They were interrupted by finance manager of the palace. He bowed and asked, "Can you be so gracious to take a quick glance at this reports, your majesty?"
She nodded while signaling Kokoiyaji to lead the girl to harem. A quick debate upon certain numbers later she proceeded towards the harem to look after the arrangements when she heard a shrill voice and knew the headache is in waiting,
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