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Gauri, a young village girl holding firm views about morals a...
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My fruit of passion, my generous peace,
This kin's prized pinnacle piece.
Like a pearl in the womb of an oyster,
You live in my heart o' destroyer.
My desecrator of woe and pain,
I'll fight for you again and again.
When I'll hold you in my arms,
The demons would dance to a tune so calm.
Executing what is forbidden,
I've disgraced both conviction and religion.
But my needs are selfish,
Blessed by everything dark and hellish.
Sadly, no guilt pulls me down,
As I've envisioned you in a crown.
My ears crave just one sound,
Of your cries and giggles ringing loud.
Mother, mother- you'll call,
Chasing me around as you grow tall.
My prince will be sweet and kind,
Gorgeous monarch of great divine.
Dimples of Ambika's cheeks deepen as she hears the future Queen of Rana Palace singing a poem and expressing her love towards the unborn kicking in her bulging 8-month-old belly.
The wounds of the past have structured her into this reserved person but watching a mother caring for the forthcoming baby made her break the persona and throw a full-blown grin.
"Have you thought of any names?"
She asked interrupting the moment and Vasundhara shook her head negatively.
"In the Rana empire, it is considered inauspicious to select the name before the child is born. But once they are born, the royal priest suggests some options following the birth chart. The parents choose one name they like concerning the horoscope. Although it sounds tedious, it is a fruitful decision."
