Mukul stood at the head of the great hall, his eyes calm yet blazing with vision. His six fiancées stood before him, each already strong in their own right, yet ready to take on the weight of continents.
"This is our next phase," Mukul said, his voice steady. "The world is vast, and power is nothing if not spread. Each of you will take one continent and become its anchor."
The room stilled as he spoke their names:
Vanya Varma – North America. Her genius in artificial intelligence would flourish in Silicon Valley and Washington alike. Mukul entrusted her with weaving influence through technology and policy.
Kiara Varma – South America. With her charm and diplomatic finesse, she would bridge fractured states, using her heritage as leverage to expand economic and political ties.
Sakura Nakamura – Asia. Her Japanese heritage and martial lineage made her perfect for Asia's balance of tradition and innovation. From Tokyo to Singapore, she would build alliances in trade and defense.
Aarohi Rathore – Africa. Fierce and grounded, Aarohi's leadership would empower Africa's emerging economies, securing resources and networks vital for the future.
Liya Rathore – Australia & Oceania. Her global business acumen and adaptability would let her transform the scattered islands into a unified sphere of trade and influence.
Sirisha Rathore – Antarctica. Though barren, Mukul saw beyond ice. Sirisha would lead cutting-edge research and hidden military bases, making the frozen frontier a vault of secrets.
Europe, Mukul kept for himself. "This will remain our command center," he declared. "The heart of coordination, where I will stand."
Each fiancée accepted her assignment with solemn pride. They did not see this as a burden, but as a bond. For Mukul was not just their leader—he was the thread uniting their destinies.
That night, as the six women prepared to depart, Mukul felt the weight of his choices. The world was no longer a map of distant lands. It was now their chessboard, and he had just moved his queens.