Hi my lovely Readers,

I just hope you love the Intro. I have poured my hearts into these characters, especially hamari Kunwarani sa ( Our Empress). She may seem cold in this story, but please try to understand what she has lost and what she is trying to protect.

"Pranam Maharaja, I have brought these flowers for the ceremony. Where shall I place them?" one of the gardeners asked while bowing before him.

"Greeting My lord"

"Hey Prabhu, "What kind of flowers have you brought? Don't you know what kind of flower will be used in the coronation ceremony"  Replied  Mahiraj  Singh Chandravya , the current king of the Maitryashila while pinching bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

"O God" 

"H...H....Hum.... kya kre maharaj , Hume manjhale Kunwar sa ne kha tha ye pushp laane ko" He replied while shivering 

w... wh.... What should i do My lord, Prince Swastik asked me to bring these flowers.

"SWASTIK SINGH CHANDRAVYA" Mahiraj  shouted  as loudly as he could.

Meanwhile, the middle prince of the kingdom was sleeping peacefully on the terrace of the fort.

“Why do I feel like someone is remembering me?” he mumbled sleepily before turning to the other side. “Let it be. I need to sleep. What if I get dark circles under my eyes?"

"What happened Mahiraj and why are you shouting" asked Rajmata Nayantika while entering the grand hall of the fort.

“Look, Mother, see what your beloved grandson has done." He replied while looking at the flowers in the hand of the Gardner. "Aaphike Bigade hue h wo, Wo y rajyabhishek hone hi dena chahte. Unko smjhna hoga agr y rajyabhishek nhi hua to...... 

Shatru wese hi ghat lgaye hue h  Maitryashila pr. Inko smjhna hoga. Wo wese bhi ...." He takes a deep breath "Maasa hm apne putro k shatru nhi h. Hum bhi Aditya( Neeladitya) se utni mohobat krte h jitni y dono bhai krte h." 

"He is spoiled because of you. He does not want this coronation to happen at all. He must understand that if this coronation does not take place, then…

 The enemies are already waiting for an opportunity against Maitryashila. He needs to understand that. And besides… 

Mother, I am not the enemy of my own sons. I love Adi (Neeladitya) just as much as these two brothers do.” 

"Aap thoda shaant ho jaiye Hm baat krte h unse wo h kha wese bhi" Rajamata cuted  him in between while looking around.

“Please calm down a little. I will speak to him. Where is he, anyway?” 

"Hum bhi unhe hi dhund rhe h" he replied

"We are searching for him as well”

The Gardener was also looking here-here while listening to them "Maharaj inn puspho ka kya kre"

My Lord, what should we do with these flowers?” 

"Hume phna dijiye" Mahiraj replied sarcastically

“Then make me wear them.”

"Aap unpe gussa mt nikaliye, hum abhi kisi ko bhej k Swastik ko dhundwate h. Aap Rajsabha k liye nikaliye" replied Nayantika

“Please do not take your anger out on him. I will send someone to find Swastik right away. You should leave for the royal court.”

"Par Maasa" Mahiraj tried to argue, but she raised her hand, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Mahiraj turned and left for Kingdom

Nayantika look at one of her maid "Veer (Lakshyaveer) ko leke hamare pass aaiye. aap janti haina aapko hm kha milenge"

“Bring Veer (Lakshyaveer) to me. You know where you will find me, don’t you?”

The maid nodded and left from there.

She sighs and left from there towards the terrace, knowing her grandson very well. 

On the terrace:-

“Do you even realize what chaos you have created?” Nayantika asked while stepping onto the terrace.

Swastik opened one eye lazily before pulling the cloth over his face again.

“If this is about Rajsabha, tell them I am spiritually present.”

“It is about your coronation.”

That made him sit up immediately.

“What happened now?”

“What happened?” Nayantika repeated in disbelief. “You sent the wrong flowers for your own rajyabhishek!”

Swastik blinked once.

“…Oh.”

“‘Oh’?” she mocked. “That is all you have to say?”

“In my defense, they looked beautiful.”

“They were wedding flowers, Swastik!”

He looked genuinely confused. “Flowers have categories?”

Nayantika stared at him silently.

“Dadi sa, how was I supposed to know? They were red, expensive, and smelled nice. That sounds royal enough.”

“Those flowers symbolize romance and marital blessings.”

Swastik rubbed his forehead. “Well… at least the kingdom now knows I love myself.”

“SWASTIK!”

He quickly stood up before she could hit him with her fan. Just then-

"Wese bhi ab pura samrajya soch rha hoga bhaisa apni suhag raat ki taiyaari kr rhe h"

Both of them turned toward Lakshyaveer, who was leaning against the terrace entrance while trying very hard not to laugh.

“Well, now the entire kingdom will think Bhai Sa is preparing for his wedding night instead of his coronation.”

“Veer,” Nayantika warned.

“What? I am only saying what everyone in the palace is already thinking,” he said innocently before looking at Swastik. “Tell me honestly, Bhai Sa… did the florist misunderstand ‘rajyabhishek’(coronation) as ‘suhaag raat’(wedding night) or you deliberately ordered them?”

Swastik threw a pillow at him.

“You are not helping.”

Lakshyaveer dodged it easily. “Red roses, fragrant jasmine, decorative garlands… Bhai Sa, those flowers were one step away from turning the Court Room into a honeymoon chamber.”

Nayantika finally failed to suppress her laughter.

Swastik pointed at his younger brother accusingly. “See, dadisa! This is exactly why I make poor decisions. I am surrounded by idiots.”

Lakshyaveer gasped dramatically. “Poor decisions? You sent romantic flowers for your own coronation ceremony!”

“They were royal-looking flowers!”

“They were ‘newly married couple blessed with eight children’ flowers.”

Swastik covered his face with both hands. “I hate this family.”

“No,” Lakshyaveer corrected proudly. “You simply embarrass yourself too often in front of this family.”

Nayantika shook her head while smiling softly.

“Both of you, get ready for Rajsabha before your father loses the little patience he has left.”

Swastik sighed dramatically. “If Maharaj asks, tell him I died with dignity after the flower incident.”

Lakshyaveer grinned. “No, Bhai Sa. There was absolutely no dignity involved.”

“Alright, alright! Why is everyone behaving as if I started a war?”

“Because your father almost did after seeing those flowers.”

Swastik groaned dramatically. “He is always furious before Rajsabha. Last week he nearly declared war because the royal cook forgot extra ghee in his food.”

“That was not the reason.”

“That was absolutely the reason.”

“No, He has a hobby. Controlling the disasters caused by his sons.”

Swastik placed a hand on his chest in fake offense.

“dadisa, I am deeply hurt.”

“You should be deeply ashamed.”

“Those are very different emotions, and currently I feel neither.”

“One day, you will be the death of your father.” Nayantika shook her head helplessly. “Go get ready for Rajsabha.”

Swastik stood up lazily and stretched.

“No, Dadi sa. Stress will be the death of my father. I am simply contributing to it.”

Swastik sighed loudly. “Do I really have to attend my own coronation discussion?”

“Yes.”

Swastik went silent for a moment before smiling mischievously.

“Can I at least choose the flowers this time?”

“Absolutely not.” Both Nayantika and Lakshyaveer shouted together

"Now both of you , go and get ready" Nayantika told them.

They all left towards their Vasagriha(Chamber).