As the gates of the Ranawat Mansion swung open, the hum of the rare, expensive car grew louder. The sleek, custom-made vehicle, a model so rare it was the envy of car enthusiasts worldwide, glided up the driveway. Security personnel, dressed in sharp, dark suits, stood at attention, their eyes scanning the surroundings with professional precision.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of the grand entrance. The door opened, and he stepped out, exuding an air of authority.

His posture was regal, his gaze unwavering as he surveyed the scene before him. Every step he took echoed with confidence and power, a reminder to all that he was soon to be the king of Rajasthan.

With full attitude and pride, like a king surveying his kingdom, he entered the opulent Ranawat Mansion. The security team closed ranks around him, ensuring his path was clear. Inside, the grandeur of the mansion seemed to acknowledge his presence, welcoming him as the rightful heir to its legacy.

Jayavardhan had made sure to inform his dada sa earlier in the evening not to wait for him. He also ensured his maa sa would not stay up, knowing her fragile health couldn't withstand the late hours. It was 3 AM, and he expected the mansion to be enveloped in silence.

However, as he stepped into the grand hall, he was surprised to find his Maa sa aka mithali is , waiting for him. She sat elegantly on a plus size sofa , her regal posture unmistakable despite the late hour. Her eyes, warm with maternal concern, met his as he entered."Maa Sa," he said, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and gentle reproach. "I told you not to wait up for me."

Mithali smiled softly, her face illuminated by the chandelier's soft glow. "A mother cannot sleep peacefully knowing her son is out so late. You may be a king, Jay but you are still my son."

Jayavardhan's stern expression softened slightly. He walked over to her and knelt beside the chair, taking her hands in his. "I worry about your health, Maa Sa. You need your rest."

She placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "And I worry about you, my son. The burdens you carry are heavy. You mustn't bear them alone."He nodded, appreciating her unwavering support.

"I understand. But you must promise me you'll take care of yourself too."

Mithali sighed, there was a mixture of love and concern in her eyes. But she speaks in a mischievous manner ,"Okay, i will take care of myselves and if you want i should not to wait for you every night, then you bring a lovely daughter-in-law for me , then I will be free from my responsibility" .

Suddenly he gets angry after hearing about the marriage, but he cannot get rid of his anger at his mother, so he just laughs and says, "You know that I don't want to get married."

Mithali : Can I know the reason beta ?

Jayvaradhan : i am feeling sleepy maa sa ,we will talk tomorrow, you go and sleep.

She doesn't say anything further because she knows he won't listen to anyone, so they both say good night to each other and go to their rooms.

The morning sun gently peeked over the horizon, casting a golden hue across the vast expanse of Ranawat Mansion. The sprawling gardens sparkled with dew, and the birds chirped cheerfully, welcoming the new day. The air was fresh, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine from the garden. However, despite the picturesque beauty, an unmistakable tension loomed over the estate.

It is 9 o'clock in the morning. Everyone is sitting at the dining table and everyone is just looking at Dada Sa. And it is like a grandfather who is repeatedly looking towards the stairs and waiting for Jaivardhan to arrive. A little fear is also visible on his face because today he has to talk to his beloved grandson about his marriage. Everyone is just thinking that how will Dada Sa convince Jaivardhan for marriage??

Jayavardhan entered the dining hall with the same regal air he carried everywhere. His sharp, penetrating gaze swept over the room, momentarily locking eyes with each person seated at the grand table. The room, adorned with intricate Rajasthani artwork and rich tapestries, was filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the soft clinking of cutlery."Good morning," he greeted, his tone neutral, bordering on indifferent.

He moved with an effortless grace to his seat at the head of the table, his every motion a testament to his upbringing and the authority he commanded.

His grandfather, Rajvardhan cleared his throat, attempting to mask the unease that seemed to grip everyone else. "Good morning, Jayavardhan. I hope you slept well?"Jayavardhan nodded curtly, picking up a piece of toast from the elaborate spread before him. "Yes, Dada Sa. I did. How are you this morning?"Dada Sa smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I am well, my boy.

After listening to both of them, Shivraj and Aniket are unable to stop laughing with great difficulty. Mithali stares at Shivraj with her angry eyes due to which Shivraj gets a little scared (after all, even God is afraid of his wife 😁) and starts looking here and there. Aniket is unable to stop his laughter after seeing his elder father like this, but the fear in his grandmother's one eye is enough to make his smile disappear.

Meera (grandmotherly) hits Rajvardhan with her elbow and asks him to talk to Jayvardhan only.

Seeing his wife's angry eyes, he thinks in his mind, "Oh God, you have trapped a well on one side, a ditch on the other and me in the middle."

But still Rajvardhan gathers some courage and says

We need to discuss something important today."The tension in the room thickened, and Meera sitting beside rajvardhan cast a worried glance at her grandson .

Jayavardhan's expression remained unreadable, his face a perfect mask of composure."Yes, Dada Sa," he said, cutting into his food with meticulous precision. "What is it you wish to discuss?"

Dada Sa took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly as he set down his cup of tea. "Jayavardhan, it's about your marriage."

The atmosphere in the room grew even more strained. Jayavardhan's movements stilled for a fraction of a second before he resumed eating, his demeanor unchanging. "I see," he replied calmly. "And what about it?"

Dada Sa exchanged a quick glance with Mithali, who nodded encouragingly. "It is time for you to marry, Jayavardhan. You are soon to be the king, and our lineage must continue. It is also important for the stability and our kingdom need his next queen"

Jayavardhan placed his fork down, his eyes now fixed on his grandfather. The room seemed to hold its breath. "Dada Sa, I have made my stance on this matter clear. I do not wish to marry."

Dada Sa's expression hardened. Meera asked in her soft tone "And why is that, Jayavardhan? You have not given us a reason."

Jayavardhan leaned back in his chair, his gaze never wavering. "My reasons are my own, Dadi Sa. I have no desire to bring someone into a life filled with responsibilities and dangers. Besides, I have not met anyone worthy of such a commitment."

Neha spoke up, her voice soft yet firm. "Jay, there are many suitable matches. Good, kind-hearted women who would stand by your side and share your burdens."

Jayavardhan sighed, a rare display of emotion crossing his face. "Maa Sa, Dada Sa, dadi sa, kakisa and everyone I respect your wishes and understand your concerns. But I cannot agree to this. I need more time to consider such a significant step."

Suddenly Jayavardhan stood up, signaling the end of the conversation. "I hope everyone understand, Dada Sa. If you will excuse me, I have matters to attend to."As he turned to left the dining hall, a rough and angry voice ached in the hall "Stop Jaivardhan Singh Ranawat "

Or this voice was not of anyone else but of Rajvardhan Singh Ranawat who stands up from his chair in anger.

He stands in front of Jai and says in his sharp and harsh voice, " I am not asking you, I am telling you".

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