Nandusha Neerabhavi Jyothi Shailshri Mahalakshya—known within her palace as Nashvi—is the young, elegant queen of the Neerabhavi royal family in Mangaluru. Surrounded by riches and loyal guards, her every movement is protected, her every decision is influenced. She is the princess by blood and queen by inheritance, but not by choice.

Despite all the luxury, Nashvi feels trapped. Her days are dictated by protocol. Her wishes are filtered through tradition. Her mind, however, is restless, yearning for independence, for a simple life where she can earn her own living, walk freely on the streets, talk to strangers, and taste life without judgment.

One stormy night, Nashvi decides to run away. She dresses in ordinary clothes, takes only a small pouch of jewels for emergencies, and boards the first train she sees, bound for Chennai.

Chennai greets her with its humid air, unfamiliar language, and an overwhelming sea of people. Nashvi, despite her bold decision, feels lost. She doesn’t know Tamil, can’t find shelter, and feels unsafe among the bustling crowds.

Meanwhile, Aarya, a straightforward young man from Nagapattinam, arrives in Chennai for his passport verification. His dream is to work abroad to support his family. He tries lodging in a mansion and a hostel, but due to restrictions and budget issues, he’s left with no choice but to sit on a railway platform with his bags.

That’s when fate brings them together.

Nashvi, speaking in English, asks Aarya for directions. Her sophisticated accent and regal bearing confuse him, but he senses her desperation. She lies that she’s in search of a job and doesn't mention her royal identity. After a quick exchange of stories, Aarya proposes a plan: to pretend they are a married couple to rent a house, as many landlords refuse to rent to bachelors or single women.

Nashvi hesitates but agrees. They find a modest house in a quiet neighborhood. The landlord, a nosy but kind woman, rents it to them for a low price. Aarya sleeps outside on the veranda while Nashvi stays inside, respecting her privacy and dignity.

Aarya finds a job at a clothing store, working as a salesman. Nashvi, with his help, pawns one of her gold necklaces—carefully hidden from public view—for a significant sum. She gives Aarya his share for rent and food. When he asks about her goals, she vaguely says she wants to learn and work.

Aarya encourages her to visit the local library to learn Tamil and gain general knowledge. At the library, Nashvi impresses a young girl by solving an English grammar question. Word spreads in their neighborhood, and soon she starts teaching English to local students at their home, earning her first real income.

Their days settle into a rhythm: Aarya works at the shop, eats out, and comes home late. Nashvi cooks her meals, teaches kids, and slowly adapts to Tamil culture. She starts watching Tamil news, reading books, and even tries cooking South Indian dishes.

Meanwhile, her disappearance shocks the Neerabhavi family. A missing person’s report is filed, and newspapers across South India publish articles about the “Runaway Queen.”

Aarya’s parents come to Chennai to visit him. Fearing exposure, he asks Nashvi to stay out. But she refuses, and they come face-to-face. He lies, introducing her as the house owner's daughter helping them manage the property. The parents, impressed by her grace, tease Aarya about marriage. She politely denies being in love.

One evening, rain pours over Chennai. Nashvi, stranded in a market, is shivering when Aarya finds her, holding an umbrella. He covers her, walks her home. That small gesture, that shared silence—ignites something in Nashvi. She starts feeling the first flutter of love.

Later, as Aarya gets ready to go eat at a nearby hotel, she stops him and says, “Let me cook for you… let me feed you with my own hands.”  They eat quietly. Her feelings deepen.

Weeks later, while eating roadside samosas, Aarya sees a Kannada newspaper with a familiar face on the front page. It's Nashvi. The article talks about the missing queen of Mangaluru. He rushes to a local multilingual bookshop to confirm the story.

Back home, he confronts her. “Who are you really?”

She finally opens up. “I am the Queen. But I came here to be a woman. Not a symbol. I came for my freedom.”

Aarya is stunned. She pleads with him. “I’ve never felt this happy before… and I love you.”

But Aarya, feeling betrayed and worried for their safety, asks her to leave. She refuses. “Even if we can't marry, let me live this dream for a little longer. Let me love you.”

Eventually, Aarya agrees on one condition: “I will marry you only if your family accepts me.”

They begin spending time around Chennai—visiting temples, beaches, old bookstores, and movie theatres—building memories like any young couple. She is glowing with joy.

Aarya, keeping his promise, takes Nashvi back to Mangaluru. Her family is both relieved and furious. They reject Aarya, calling him unworthy. He is thrown out of the palace.

Heartbroken, Nashvi stays, knowing she can’t change centuries of tradition overnight.

Months pass. Aarya finally gets his passport. He leaves for abroad. Nashvi, now quiet and matured, resumes her royal duties but keeps thinking of their moments.

Her parents, seeing her pain and growth, finally realize love is more valuable than pride. They accept Aarya.

Nashvi rushes to Chennai to find him—but learns he’s already left. She goes to Nagapattinam hoping to trace him. With the help of Aarya’s family, she gets a contact address.

Nashvi flies abroad alone, hunting for him with whatever clues she has. She finally finds him at a humble cafeteria where he works part-time.

When Aarya sees her, he is stunned. She runs into his arms, hugs him tightly and says, “My family accepts us. I’m yours. Forever.”

They marry in a small ceremony abroad and later return to India for a traditional wedding.

The queen who once ran from her crown now wears it with pride, standing beside her chosen king, not born into royalty, but into love.

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