9. RANI SA ! ! !

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Siya's pov

My sleep was breaking, and as my eyes opened, I felt a sharp pain in my head.

I couldn't understand what was happening, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a nurse and a doctor in front of me.

I was about to get up when the doctor said, "Relax, Rani Sa, you are not completely well yet. You need to rest."But the only thing my mind got stuck on was "Rani Sa."

I was trying hard to think why he called me that, but the only thing I could remember was my brother coming to my place, and after that, everything was just blank.

As the doctor finished checking me and left, the nurse still stood nearby.

That's when my eyes fell on the room's interior.

Lying on the bed, I look up at the high ceilings with beautiful paintings and carvings.

The arched doorways with their colorful designs add to the royal feel.

Through the ornate jharokhas, I see the peaceful palace gardens outside.

The walls are covered in artwork that tells stories of history and legend.

The polished marble floors, with their inlaid stones, reflect the soft light from the grand chandeliers above.

Luxurious Persian rugs add warmth and elegance to the room.

From my place on the royal canopy bed, wrapped in richly embroidered silk and velvet, I feel surrounded by comfort and luxury.

The handcrafted teak wood furniture, with its intricate carvings, includes a throne-like chair, chests, and cabinets.

Large, gilded mirrors and traditional Rajasthani paintings enhance the sense of space and light.

Heavy silk drapes in deep hues cover the windows, their golden embroidery shimmering in the light.

Cushions and throws in vibrant colors and patterns are scattered around, showing the rich textile heritage of the land.

Antique oil lamps and lanterns are placed around the room, casting a warm, romantic glow.

Personal touches are everywhere - family crests displayed proudly, historical weapons like swords and shields, and a collection of artifacts and antiques showcasing the exceptional craftsmanship of the region.

Lying here, I feel the luxury, history, and cultural richness of this magnificent room, truly fit for royalty.

The only thing I could say to myself was, "Mai yaha kaise aayi."( How did I come here )

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more confusing than the last.

I felt overwhelmed, as if my brain was trying to process a million things at once.

My eyes drifted to the door where the doctor and Mr. Unknown were talking.

I couldn't see their faces, but I was certain it was him.

It dawned on me that I had come here that night seeking help from Mr. Unknown.

But beyond that, my memory was a blank slate.

The harder I tried to recall, the more my head throbbed with pain.

It was as if the effort to remember was physically hurting me.

After what felt like an eternity of chaotic thoughts, I tried to sit up.

Just then, I saw Mr. Unknown entering the room.

I froze, abandoning my attempts to rise, and waited for him to speak.

He stands in front of me, all in his glory.

But today, his eyes are different from the ones I saw that afternoon.

Back then, I couldn't understand him, but today, his gaze is just blank, like a living corpse.

"Aap ja sakti hain [You can leave]," he says in a flat tone.

At first, I thought he was talking to me, but then I saw the nurse leaving and closing the door behind her.

"Aap baar baar uthne ki koshish na karein, doctor ne aapko achhe se aaram karne ke liye kaha hai [Don't keep trying to get up, the doctor has advised you to rest properly]," he says, looking straight into my eyes.

His hands are clasped behind his back. He's wearing a simple black kurta, yet he's still the most handsome man I've ever seen.

"Hukum sa [Your highness]," I call out as he's about to leave.

"Ji [Yes]," he replies patiently, like a well-behaved boy.

I felt a disorienting mix of confusion and panic as I looked around the unfamiliar room.

My mind was racing, trying to grasp what had happened, how I ended up here, and what was going on.

I was trying to speak, but my words came out in fragments.

"Hum yaha kya kar rahe hain? (What are we doing here?)... us raat kya hua (what happened that night)... hum kabse hain yaha (how long have we been here)..." My breath became heavier, my chest tight.

Everything was a blur.

I continued, my voice trembling, "Bhai sa kaha hai (Where is brother)..."

I saw him call for the doctor, his face a mask of urgency, but I couldn't stop myself. "Hume unhone Rani sa kiu kaha (Why did they call me Rani Sa)..." My mind was spinning, and he tried to calm me down, his hands gentle yet firm on my shoulders.

"Aap shant ho jayiye (Please calm down)," he said, his voice soothing but filled with concern.

"Hum batate hain, aap shant ho jayiye. Aapki abhi puri thik nhi huyi hai (We will explain, but please calm down. You are not fully recovered yet)."

Desperation filled me as I pleaded, "Hume kya hua, batayiye na (What happened to me, please tell me)..." But before I could hear his answer, darkness enveloped me once more, and my eyes closed against my will.

The last thing I remember was the sense of falling into a deep, endless void.

Raghav's pov

In the morning at six, I was deep into work when the nurse urgently informed me that Siya had regained consciousness. Rushing to her side, I saw the doctor already attending to her. As he approached me, I felt a wave of relief, but it quickly faded when I noticed his hesitant demeanor.

"What happened, doctor? Is everything okay?" I demanded, my tone sharp and unwavering.

"Hukum..." the doctor started, his voice trailing off into an uneasy silence.

His hesitation fueled my anger, which began to simmer dangerously beneath the surface. "Just tell me what happened, doctor," I insisted, my voice now deadly quiet yet commanding, demanding answers that couldn't come fast enough.

The doctor's words sent a shiver down my spine:

"Hukum, Rani ko hosh aa gaya hai (Rani has regained consciousness).

Magar hum yeh nahin bata sakte ki unhe kitni baatein yaad hain ya kuchh yaad hai ya nahin (But we can't say how much she remembers or if she remembers anything at all).

Magar abhi unhe bilkul sochne ya tension mat lene dijiye ga (But don't let her think or get stressed at all), woh firse coma mein ja sakti hai (she could go back into a coma).

Aapko unki dawaiyon aur unka behad khayal rakhna hoga (You need to take great care of her and her medicines).

Hamesha unke aas paas koi na koi maujud hona zaruri hai aur ho sake to woh jispe aap bharosa karte hain (Someone must always be around her, preferably someone you trust).

Woh abhi is halat mein nahin hain ki lad sakein ya chilla sakein (She is not in a condition to fight or shout).

Hume anumati de hukum (Allow us, Hukum), hum aaj yahi rahenge unhe unki condition monitor karne ke liye (we will stay here today to monitor her condition)."

Why do I act so dumb when it comes to her?

First the marriage thing, and now her deteriorating condition is making me feel really concerned.

But why?

Who is she to me?

Nothing at all.

I tried to enter my room, but it's no longer mine.

She has taken over, and I think to myself that once she's better, I'll make her leave.

It's strange because I've never shared my things, and now she's been in my room for a whole 48 hours.

When I looked at her, my eyes softened, which annoyed me even more.

I had to practice what I wanted to say to her three times, so I wouldn't hesitate or stop mid-sentence because of her.

It became even harder when she looked at me with innocent eyes, as if I had wronged her that night.

The situation worsened when her breathing grew heavy, and she seemed to lose control.

Thankfully, the doctor entered just in time.

Otherwise, I might have had a panic attack seeing someone in that state for the first time.

My left chest ached, a sharp pain where nothing but a cold, unyielding stone lay.

I knew this feeling all too well, an unbreakable resolve not to be swayed by just anyone.

Yet, here I was, aware that this stone would never melt for some random girl.

The doctor examined her, their face betraying a deep concern.

Anxiety washed over me.

It was more than just a physical pain; it was the fear of something unknown, something I couldn't control.

As the doctor's expression grew more serious, so did the weight on my chest.

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Sorry ji due to some health issues I was not active on scrollstack and Wattpad.

And also I am going on a family trip this Wednesday so may be will not able to update on next Sunday. And after my college is starting.

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