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Gauri, a young village girl holding firm views about morals a...
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"The structure was built in 1705 after the legendary King Rana won against Mughals, demanding equal rights and respect for women. The impressed emperor took a step back after five months of war and left these lands under the care of Rana ji. The Fort stands over the hill, 180 m (590.6 ft) in height, and spread over an area of 280 ha (691.9 acres) above the plains of the valley drained by the Holy River. The fort covers 65 historic structures, which include five palaces- Chitrakoot, Mayur, Aryavarte, Rajwada, and Chandra Mahal, 15 large temples, 20 large water bodies, 4 memorials, and a few victory towers. The Queen Mother lives in the foremost- Chitrakoot Palace whereas, the King loves his privacy and has occupied the furthermost- Rajwada Palace, at the back of the fort facing the luxuriant forest." The priest notified casually to a gawking Kishan Singh.
Clutching an old purse close to her side, hazel eyes scanned the foreign premises warily. The beats of a nervous heart suppressed the joy of visiting a monumental ground. She registered everything at once, but the troubling mind erased it all an instant later. The grumbling of engines makes her jump out of the haze and she took deep breathes, collecting the wild thoughts. This was a bad idea. Her brain supplied for the hundredth time. The stationed guards near entrance stood stoic, not even glancing their way, yet she felt a ton of judgment swirling behind their blank masks.
The decision of oiling otherwise thick mane was now biting her ass. She should have listened to her grandmother and dressed accordingly rather than choosing to slip into dull attire. The worn-out garment has now put her to shame in front of the lowly maids passing her curious stares.
"This way."
Pandit Damodaran gestured towards the grand entrance leading to a whole new world. Where Kishan followed eagerly, Gauri weighed her choice. She hasn't entered the Palace yet and has a chance of escaping. Will they notice if she rushed past the magnanimous doors on two feet? Do they care?
"Gauri, hurry up."
Her father waved his hand, making a blush climb her neck. He acted as if he was the chosen girl and her a hopeless maiden. Puffing her cheeks in exaggeration, she straightens her shoulders and with an emotionless façade, enters. Her eyes didn't dare to wander on faces gawking at them. It wasn't like she was eager to please. This was a formality as Damodaran said. There's no way the Queen Mother would jump yipping- You are the one. Yes, you are the one I have been waiting for ages.
