"Naa kasme hain naa rasme hain, naa shikwe hain naa wade hain
Ek surat bholee bhalee hai, do naina sidhe sade hain
Aaisa hee rup khayalo me tha, aaisa maine socha tha
Han tum bilkul waisee ho, jaisa maine socha tha"
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"I look at you and see the rest of my life in front of my eyes." — Unknown
.・✭・゜・。・..·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·..・。.・゜✭・.
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The next morning, he decided he'd go out and explore. Lucky for him, this little visit to the holiest city in the world would not disappoint him.
Devavrata had never watched a Kingdom celebrate so happily before. Color flew in the air as women danced, men played music, and children laughed. Flower petals line the streets to the Royal Palace.
Just this morning, a son had been born to the King, to Kashya.
"Kaushik they've named him!" people tell one another. "Imagine just how intelligent our future King is destined to be!"
A smile grew on Devavrata's lips as he heard this. Is this how people reacted when he was born? The youngest son of Jhanvi and Shantanu, a boy whose name promised a man true to his word and vows.
"When will the King be presenting him?" asked an elderly man, gripping onto his cane.
"They said as soon as Maharani Madrika is well enough to stand up." the vendor by him replies, handing someone a banana.
He watched a palanquin be set down at the entrance to the stairs leading down to Ganga, soldiers escorting a young lady out of it. Immediately, people began gathering around, eager to get a look at just who this is.
"Is that Kumari Kaushalya?"
"Yes, yes, that is Rajkumari Kaushalya."
"Why is she here?"
"She is here to get her sister Suravi."
"Rajkumari Suravi is here?"
"Yes! She's been here all morning with her ladies, celebrating with us."
"Is that her?"
"Shush!"
Devavrata furrowed his eyebrows, his intense gaze shifting over to the ornately carved marble staircase. The bustling crowd below jostled and shuffled, obstructing his view. Amidst the commotion, the delicate chime of numerous anklets reverberated through the air, drawing the attention of everyone present. Determinedly, he maneuvered through the throng, ascending the steps until finally, his eyes fell upon a sight that left him breathless. There, standing before him was something truly exquisite and captivating—something undeniably beautiful.
As he gazed upon the scene before him, the first thing that seized his attention was the ethereal fluttering of a pallu of light blue pirouetting in the wind. He found himself spellbound by the mesmerizing vision of long, lustrous black locks swaying and rippling like the undulating waves of the ocean. As he continued to watch, her exquisite countenance gradually emerged, silhouetted against the backdrop of the boundless azure sky.
