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“Bhabhi, you know what? I'm so excited!” Myra said placing the tray holding one cup of tea and one coffee with some snacks, She had dragged me out of his room early this morning, leading me onto the balcony of hers,
I held onto my tea and sipped my tea, feeling lost in the morning breeze , half-listening, half-lost in my own world.
“Why?” I asked, my voice hollow, my thoughts still clouded with the words of my family.
A wide grin spread across her face, her eyes practically sparkling.
“Well, it’s not confirmed yet, but we maye be going to Rajkot Haveli to celebrate this Diwali”
I frowned slightly, confusion crossing my face.
“Rajkot Haveli?”
“Yes, It’s our royal palace, about a hundred kilometers away in a town,” she explained, her enthusiasm contagious, though I could only muster a half-hearted curiosity.
“But isn’t this your royal palace?” I asked, unsure of how many grand estates one family could possess.
Myra nodded eagerly.
“Yes, it is. But there’s a story! Long ago, a man loved a woman who wasn’t from his caste. Against his family’s wishes, he married her. Furious, his father cast him out of the village and the palace, telling him never to return. That man, courageous as he was, went with his wife to another village, ruled there, and built his own royalty there. That man was my great-grandfather, Ashok Pratap Rathore. So, the palace in which we live was built by him. while the other place originally belonged to his father and his ancestors, and about like 30 years later he forgave them so both places were eventually inherited by our family. But we live here because he poured his heart, blood, and soul into earning respect and trust in this land.” Pride shone on her face, but I could only nod politely, still uncertain of how to respond in this royalties talk when I know nothing of it
She sighed, unimpressed with my reaction.
“What’s with this boring look?”
“Umm... nice story,” I replied, trying to feign more interest.
