The Only Kuru Princess

The Forest Nymph

Suhana sauntered beneath the brilliant sun, which cast its warm embrace upon her.

Today opting for a serene retreat, Suhana decided to immerse herself in the beauty of Hastinapur Palace's garden.

The air was alive with the fragrance of blooming flowers, their vibrant colors a feast for the eyes. Graceful butterflies, like fleeting dreams, flew with their wings carrying the whispers of nature's delicate secrets.

In contrast to the hustle of Kalyug, the air in Hastinapur felt refreshingly pure and calming. Everything around here exuded a sense of purity and tranquility.

Laying on the soft grass, under of shade of benevolent branches of an ancient tree. Suhana watched as the sunlight, filtered through the verdant tapestry above, painted a mosaic of warmth on her peaceful form.

Oh, what a pleasant day it was in Hastinapur.

Suhana never wanted to leave this place. She wanted to stay here forever under the care of nature.

A smile, delicate as the petals kissed by the morning dew, graced her face as she closed her eyes, sleep taking her away.

In the gentle embrace of slumber as Suhana lay beneath the sprawling tree, unbeknownst to her, nature itself was her artist, adorning her raven locks with a delicate touch.

From the verdant canopy above, a cascade of delicate flowers, as if compelled by the whispers of the breeze, descended and found a resting place amidst the strands of her hair.

The soft rustle of leaves overhead, coupled with the occasional bird's song, provided a gentle soundtrack to her slumber.

Suhana, lost in the realm of dreams, became an inadvertent muse for the forest's subtle beauty. She seemed like a forest nymph who had seamlessly woven nature's tapestry into her very being.

As Suhana stirred from her slumber, she woke up after what seemed like an hour or perhaps a few, a gentle breeze whispered through the leaves, carrying with it the tantalizing aroma of ripe mangoes. 

With a longing for food, she embarked on a journey beneath the swaying branches, guided by the rustling leaves as her hair now adorned with beautiful blossoms swayed in the air with each step she took.

Her exploration led her to the discovery of a majestic mango tree, its branches laden with the promise of succulent delights.

Memories of her village surfaced, where tree climbing was her cherished pastime. With the grace of familiarity, she ascended the tree effortlessly, a dance with nature's rhythm. She delicately plucked a single mango, its ripe fragrance enveloping her senses.

Suhana settled on a branch, her feet dangling in a gentle rhythm as she savored the fruit's sweetness in delight.

As the last bite of the delectable fruit vanished, Suhana's spirit soared, asking her to gather more treasures from the bountiful tree. With a leap of exhilaration, she descended, landing on the earth like a leaf that falls from a tree, delicate with grace.

Her senses were alive with the vibrancy of the day as she playfully sprinted towards a solitary swing swaying gently in the heart of the garden.

The rhythmic creak of the swing accompanied her laughter as she seated herself. Intertwining the joy of the sway in the air with the bliss of the remaining mango in her hand, she reveled in the simple pleasure of the moment.

Suhana's eyes then fixated on something unusual. 

She descended from the swing, her movements deliberate as she carefully picked up the object, a vibrant peacock feather.