Page 53 of Trapped By the Maharaja

The master bedroom felt too quiet.

Ram sat at the dining nook, untouched silver platters laid out before him, the food still steaming faintly. He had no appetite, not when Sanjana wasn’t here. He wanted his wife across from him, snapping at him and calling him a ruthless, arrogant maharaja.

Earlier that morning, during breakfast, she had told him she would be late due to a critical surgery. She was still not done, because according to his security updates and the discreet tracker embedded in her phone, she was still inside the hospital.

Ram drummed his fingers against the polished table, jaw clenched tight. He could have the helicopter readied and be there at the hospital within minutes. But he knew, she would hate it. Sanjana had always bristled against his overprotection, pushing back harder the more he tried to shield her.

So, he remained home.

He reached for his phone and typed a message to the head of security.

Is everything okay?

The reply came quickly.

Her Highness is still inside the hospital wing. Guards in position. No anomalies reported.

But Ram felt restless. He wanted to see his wife, even if she was scolding him for his arrogance or overprotectiveness. He knew he was obsessed. Because there was no one like her. She would always be in his mind, haunting him forever.

Just when he thought, To hell with it and decided to go to her, his phone buzzed with an incoming message.

Sanjana’s name lit up the screen.

I have an emergency surgery. I won’t be back until morning.

Ram stared at the brief message. Even if he showed up at the hospital, Sanjana wouldn’t see him until morning.

Letting out a frustrated breath, he braced himself to spend a lonely night without his wife.