Stopping her repulsive and shameless dance on the stage, Snigdha raised one of Jishnu's hands high in the air with supreme pride. A fiendish smile of victory played upon her lips. Completely unbothered by the astonishment and disgust of the packed court, she began shouting at the top of her lungs, "Listen, you villagers! Everyone look! Can all of you see Jishnu clearly? Standing right beside me here—this Jishnu is my future groom! Meaning, my husband-to-be! Today, before this whole court of people, I proudly announce—I will marry this very Jishnu! And not just in words; in this very special moment right now, we shall exchange rings with each other!"
Saying this, Snigdha clapped her hands, signaling a special guard from Junagarh who had accompanied them. Even before arriving in the kingdom of Rupnagar, Snigdha had commanded that guard to keep two precious rings ready. The guards appeared on stage bearing a golden tray wrapped in silk, holding two glittering rings. Snigdha arrogantly picked up a diamond-studded ring from the tray and slid it onto Jishnu's finger. And the cunning Jishnu, flashing a sweet yet sly smile, slid the other ring onto Snigdha's finger.
The moment the ring exchange was complete, Snigdha screeched in extreme frenzy, "What happened, you low-caste commoners? All of you clap your hands! Can't you see I've put a ring on my future groom? From this very moment, he has become half my husband! Now, when our grand royal wedding takes place with great pomp and show, he will become my full husband! But yes, don't you dare think for a second that my intimacy with him will stop before marriage, or that sleeping in the same bed with him or wrapping my arms around his neck to kiss him will end!"
Hearing such extremely vulgar, repulsive, and shameless words spill from their daughter's mouth before hundreds of commoners, far-off guests, and respected elders in a packed royal assembly made the entire royal family shudder! King Aditya and Empress Arohi covered their ears, uttering in utter disgust, "Shame! Shame! Shame!"
Shaking with humiliation and rage, Prince Prafulla roared, "Shame on you, Snigdha! What disgusting things are you uttering in a crowded court? Which matter is strictly personal and which ought to be spoken in public—do you not possess even that basic common sense? Have you gone completely insane? Since earlier I've been watching you commit one vulgar act after another and spout vile rubbish! Please shut your toxic mouth now!"
Twisting her neck with a hideous smirk, Snigdha cackled, "What is there to be ashamed of, Prafulla? Whatever a husband and wife do on their wedding night—I am merely speaking about it openly! If you want, I can describe in detail right now before all these court people what all I'm going to do with Jishnu on our wedding night! I haven't the slightest bit of shame about it!"
With tears streaming down her eyes, Empress Arohi pleaded in a trembling voice, "Please have at least a shred of shame, Snigdha! Your deeply revered parents are standing right here, so many honorable elders are present! Please shut your mouth! How did you turn into such a vulgar, senseless disgrace, child?"
Glaring at her mother with absolute contempt, Snigdha gripped Jishnu's hand tightly and stepped down from the stage. Turning to the Emperor, she barked in a harsh tone, "No matter how vulgar I am, how does it affect you, Mother? Now speak, you old Emperor! What were you babbling about earlier? Show us that dramatic unveiling of your ugly-faced minister! Let me see if that precious minister of yours has a burnt face or a swollen one! You talk so big about this Rupnagar kingdom—let's see if your minister possesses any charm or virtue, or if he looks like a useless fool too! Go on, present your great minister now!"