𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
What happens when
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the girl who mastered the art of being unseen,
stitched together with silence and scar tissue,
haunted by the ruins of love and friendsh...
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"We only met each other just the other day, But you already got me feeling some type of way, Now, if I could figure it out, I'd take you back to my house, So we could meddle about"
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"Didi, are you a princess?" a kid in a mini red saree asked as Myra handed her the prasad. She and the little dude next to her were constantly looking at me, but when I signaled them to shush, they did as I told.
Smart kids.
"No," Myra giggled, fixing the little girl's hair from her eyes. "But you do look like one right now," she said, and Myra smiled, shaking her head.
"That means you don't have a prince either," the little girl asked further.
"Uhmm, well, I do have a prince, though," Myra smiled softly, and a blush crept up her cheeks.
"See! That makes you a princess," the little girl exclaimed, gulping down the whole prasad in one go.
The little dude next to her sighed and cleaned the bits from her face before making the same mess while eating his own prasad.
"I'm honored to be called a princess by another beautiful princess," Myra smiled at the kids and waved them goodbye before moving forward.
After a few steps, she stopped again in front of another bunch of kids.
That's when I felt a little tug on my pants. It was the same little girl, and I bent down as she called me.
"Are you the prince of that princess didi?" she whispered, and I smiled at her before nodding.
She covered her mouth with both of her small hands to muffle her gasp. "You're so handsome! You are now my favorite Disney prince!" she exclaimed.
"You say that to everyone," the little dude next to her sighed again like a grown-up.
"No! He won the competition. He's the most handsome prince alive," the little girl argued before smiling sweetly at me again.
"And how did Princess Didi find you and make you her prince?" she asked.
