The enormous iron gates of Ranawat Palace opened slowly with a deep metallic sound that echoed across the vast courtyard.
For decades those gates had welcomed kings, diplomats, powerful businessmen, and royal guests.
The Silent Heir
Aahana Rathore stood in the mirror, her hand gently resting on the small swell of her belly. Three months pregnant, twenty-seven years old, and until a month ago, completely invisible to the world that ran in her blood - the royal house of Rajasthan. She adjusted the border of her pastel saree, the elegance of her posture a far cry from the childhood that tried to erase her identity
Suruchi
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