The corridors of Indragarh Palace were heavy with tension. Outside the queen's chamber, King Ujjaval Dev Singh paced like a restless lion trapped in a cage. Each anguished cry from Queen Pratigya echoed through the thick wooden doors, piercing straight into his heart.
He clenched his fists, looking upward. "O Mahadev, give my Pratigya strength... spare her this pain."
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