Chapter 125: One Day Is Enough
Rewari kingdom, Khera village , Morning of 8th march 1557
After the distribution of food supplies, the villagers were given time to prepare meals. Aditya had even arranged for the military chefs to prepare simple khichdi (a rice and dal stew) for those who lacked the means to cook for themselves. Soon the village showed signs of normalcy.
Once the immediate needs of the villagers were addressed, Aditya retreated to the newly constructed Kisan Sahayak (Farmer Welfare) office. The office, though basic and simple, had been made as comfortable as possible with a makeshift chair and a desk tailored to his preferences. Aditya settled into the space, noting its vast emptiness. Despite its simplicity, the office was kept neat and orderly.
Meenakshi sat quietly on a nearby chair, her demeanor calm and composed as she awaited the arrival of the first villager. Her modesty and poise contrasted sharply with Aditya’s preconceived notions of royalty.
"Are you comfortable, Princess? Do you need anything?" he asked, trying to break the silence.
To his surprise, Meenakshi responded with a reassuring smile. "I’m quite alright, Prince. Your concern is appreciated, but I am comfortable."
Aditya, sensing her composure and the weight of the task ahead, took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and passed it before resettling down.
The sudden appearance of the paper startled Meenakshi momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure. As she unfolded it, she saw the list of sensitive questions, that only a woman could ask another woman.
Meenakshi’s eyes flickered with understanding, acknowledging the necessity of such questions for gathering honest feedback .
The office wooden door creaked open, and a frail-looking man entered. His worn clothing and anxious demeanor reflected the hardships he had endured. He made his way directly to a stool placed in front of Aditya, positioning himself to be within easy reach for questioning.
Shortly after, a woman approached, her face marked with curiosity. Seeing Meenakshi’s encouraging gesture, she hesitantly approached the desk, ready to address her concerns.
Soon, the line of villagers formed outside the office under the watchful eyes of guards stationed nearby.