Page 45 of Claimed By the Maharaja
Come on, she thought. Say something.
Object.
Lose your bloody composure.
Finally, Bharat looked up, his golden-brown eyes meeting hers.
She held her breath at the sheer intensity of his gaze.
“Add the clause,” he commanded.
That was all.
The lawyer didn’t hesitate. She simply wrote it down.
“Noted. This will be reflected under the succession clause already present in His Highness's terms.”
Yamini stared at him.
Succession clause?
She recalled Pooja’s words about the rumors of Rani Suchitra having an heir clause for her sons.
For a brief and deeply annoying moment, uncertainty flickered through her.
Could this be real?
As soon as the thought rose, she crushed it.
The succession clause, which didn’t exist five years ago, was being conveniently used against her. And he had agreed to her two heirs without argument. That only proved he was committed to the performance. He was so determined to make this look real that he would agree to anything as long as it drove her away.
Cold, arrogant man.
Advocate Malhotra adjusted the page order and slid the final contract toward them. “If there are no further revisions, we may proceed.”
Yamini looked at the pen placed neatly above the signature line.
This was the point where he expected hesitation. Where he expected second thoughts.
Where he expected her to realize the enormity of the setup and lose her nerve.
She raised her chin slightly and picked up the pen.
For a brief moment, something didn’t sit right. The fancy pen felt heavy in her hand and her stomach fluttered nervously.
She ignored it.
She wasn’t backing down.
Her hand was steady as she signed in the places indicated.
When she finished, she closed the folder herself and pushed it back toward the lawyers.
“Done,” she said in a tone that held challenge.
Advocate Khanna gave her a polite smile. “Thank you, Princess Yamini. The revised final copy will be sent to you shortly.”
The lawyers stood. Yamini did too. Bharat rose last.
