When Shefali woke up, she was still in Eshant's arms. She touched the tiny strands of hair that fell on his eyes.
He looks so calm when he sleeps, only when he sleeps... She thought, smiling.
Shefali finally walked out of the bed and grabbed her saree on her way.
She loosely wore it with great swiftness and opened her pouch to take out a ghagra Choli. After all, it was just her first day in this house as their daughter-in-law. She should wear clothes suited more for today, saree can wait a little longer. She took an old saree to wrap herself in after bathing.
She looked out of the window, it was still late dawn and the ghat behind was empty.
She walked out trying not to make a sound while her prince slept with ease.
Shefali pulled her veil over her head while she walked to the ghat. This ghat was separated from the others and it was larger.
The stairs were still wet and Shefali naturally assumed that the other ladies had already come here earlier.
She prayed to the sun overhead and took tiny dives into the water because obviously, she could still not swim.
She wore the fresh saree over it like a shawl after washing off the excess water and walked into the nearby chamber used for dressing.
She wore the new red ghagra choli along with all the red bangles Rani-sa asked her to wear a year from now. She did not remove the shakha-pola though. It looked weird altogether in everyone else's eyes except hers.
She was hanging her washed-up clothes on one of the ropes when a maid ran up to her.
"You do not need to do these. Please, let me do it for you"
She asked bowing her head.
Shefali looked at her for a while but then laughed shortly.
"It's alright, I am almost done"
She said squeezing her saree harder.
It took two parallel ropes for a saree to be hanged in a specific way she had always seen Gauri do. It was a sense of achievement when she could manage the same.
The maid, although, stood there beside her in hopes that Shefali would ask her to do something but alas she did not.
Shefali smiled at her before walking towards her mansion.
The soldiers who were previously not there when she walked out, stood in front of the main door and bowed at her.
She smiled at them awkwardly before walking inside.
It was a strange feeling for Shefali to be respected and recognized so suddenly.
She did not walk upstairs this time.
She wanted to see the little mansion on her own.
Just before the first stair was the little hall consisting of paintings and swords hanging on the wall. It was pretty decent and simple, unlike the main palace. As she walked forward, there was a little room on the side with couches and a table in between with several trunks kept on the corners. There was a vase but no flowers.
She kept walking forward and found a little garden that was fenced with secured bamboo wood on all sides.
The shrubs had overgrown but the flowering plants gave a sense of wildered beauty altogether.
She kept the door to the garden open for sunlight to enter.
Shefali finally walked up. She knew what was up there, Eshant's room and the huge terrace she had visited once before.
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