Page 46 of Claimed By the Maharaja
Even standing, he gave nothing away. There was no triumph or annoyance or even satisfaction. Just that same unreadable stillness that had irritated her from the beginning.
“It must have taken you a long time to prepare this contract,” she said, her tone slightly mocking. “Miss Mehta would be pissed when she finds out how you replaced her name with mine, even though it’s temporary.”
He didn’t react. His handsome face remained impassive as a marble statue.
Yamini wanted, absurdly and fiercely, to shake him. To force some kind of crack in that impossible composure.
For a moment, she hesitated. Then her heart thudded.
She knew what she could say that would infuriate him.
“By the way, when is the happy occasion?” she asked in a deliberate, sweet tone. “I can’t wait to be the Jogra Maharani. This time… I promise not to run away.”
Advocate Khanna and Malhotra’s eyes widened.
Bharat’s expression did not change.
“The ceremony will be held tomorrow morning,” he said.
Her smile nearly slipped, and her fingers tightened around her bag strap.
How can he not be furious?
Anyone would have. But he didn’t.
She had deliberately brought up their past.
A past that cost them both. It brought him humiliation. And a disgrace to her.
But it hadn’t just stopped with disgrace for her. She was disowned by her family. She trusted the wrong man and was left divorced and broke.
All of this while Bharat Jogra remained a powerful maharaja.
His humiliation most likely lasted a day, while she continued to suffer the consequences even now.
With a shuddering breath, she turned away.
Outside, the noise of traffic seemed louder after the controlled quiet of the office, and for a moment, she simply stood on the steps, breathing, letting the city pull her back into something normal.
Her phone rang almost immediately.
Another unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Princess Yamini,” a man’s voice came through, smooth and composed. “This is Imran.”
Yamini recognized the name. He was Bharat Jogra’s assistant.
“Yes?” Her tone held challenge.
“I’m calling to inform you that a team of stylists will arrive at your residence shortly.”
She drew a deep breath. He most likely expected her to panic. Or beg to speak with Bharat immediately.
“Sure,” she said in an even tone. “I’ll be waiting.”
“Thank you, Your Highness,” Imran replied smoothly. “Please keep your schedule clear for the next two days. Further details will be sent shortly.”
