Adhiraj walks toward the center of the grand lawn, his every step echoing the weight of power and pride. The entire space is decorated to scream royalty fresh flowers draped over golden arches, silk curtains swaying in the light breeze, and polished marble pathways lined with brass lamps

Expensive rugs are spread neatly on the grass, and the scent of sandalwood fills the air from the hawan preparations. Servants and guards stand in perfect lines, and the guests watch silently, their eyes fixed on the soon to be king