The weight of the crown rests upon my brow, a constant reminder of the responsibility that accompanies my title.
As the Maharaj of Vajrajanapur, I am entrusted with the prosperity and well-being of my kingdom. But beyond the regal facade lies a man with his desires, ambitions, and vulnerabilities.
From a young age, I was groomed to embody the ideal of a God-like king, with a physique sculpted by endless hours of training and a countenance that exudes power and authority. My height towers above others, and my presence commands respect, but I know that true strength lies not only in physical prowess but also in wisdom and empathy.
After my father, I was given the responsibilities I needed to fulfill, being the King of one of the most prosperous kingdoms of Hind.
Growing up in the surroundings of the royal palace with a father who treats his children like trash, I witnessed the intricacies of court politics and the power struggles that often plague those in positions of authority. My father’s behavior towards the members of his family was always terrible.
He had always treated me and my brother Ratan like we weren’t his own, but he always taught us to be strong and never vulnerable when it comes to women. Both Ratan and I have mastered the skill of staying away from women, as was the promise we made to our mother years ago.
I am aware of the expectations placed upon me as a king—to maintain the kingdom’s stability, forge alliances through strategic marriages, and bear heirs who will carry forward the legacy of Vajrajanapur.
But deep within, a part of me yearns for more than just fulfilling my royal duties. I long for a connection that transcends political alliances, a love that ignites the fire within my soul.
I have an impending marriage to Rajkumari Katha, who, as I have been told, is a woman of rare beauty and strength. I don’t know much about her, nor have I ever seen her.
Once our marriage was fixed, when she was just born and I was still learning about the world, any information about one of us was forbidden to be shared with the other.
As I prepare to meet her, I wonder if she will be the one to bring balance to my life, to understand the weight of my responsibilities and the depths of my aspirations.
Will she be the very woman I have been waiting for years, a woman who isn’t submissive, who will make me feel everything I have never felt for any other woman, or will she be a partner who will be just like any other princess, waiting to be saved by a king, someone fragile?
Only time will reveal the answers, as our destinies entwine in a dance of power, desire, and the struggle to maintain our individuality within the confines of our roles.
My marriage to her may be for political purposes and to keep the friendship of our fathers intact, but will I find everything that I need or desire, or will I be disappointed when we are finally bound to each other for an eternity?
