Jahanvi - Dev's commoner queen [Completed✓]

2 ~ Gangaur & our first talk

As the sun rose over the majestic city of Jodhpur, the air filled with anticipation and excitement. Today is Gangaur festival, a time when the entire city comes alive with vibrant colors and joyful celebrations. For me, it's a day I've been eagerly awaiting all year.

With a heart full of excitement, I stepped out onto the sun-kissed streets of Jodhpur, the golden hues of the sandstone buildings reflecting the warmth of the morning light. The scent of incense filled the air as I made my way through the bustling marketplace, where vendors proudly displayed their intricate handicrafts and vibrant saris, each more beautiful than the last.

I could feel the energy of the festival pulsating through the streets, and I just smiled as I thought about the day ahead. My father, had promised that this year's celebration will be the grandest yet, and I could hardly wait to see the festivities unfold.

It has been three years since Maharajah Devansh's coronation ceremony. Nothing has changed, from my side, the same me, falling every single time for him, more harder than the last sight of him. And being friends with his sister quite gives me the advantage of being around him, at least see him.

As I reached my home, I found my mother already busy with preparations, her hands expertly weaving garlands of marigolds and roses, their vibrant colors a feast for the eyes.

Her eyes caught me, as she called my name, "Jahanvi."

"Yes, maa," I replied, moving towards her.

"Get ready beta, we've to leave for palace after an hour," she spoke.

I sat beside her, holding her shoulders I spoke with excitement, "But first, let me help my maa. She is doing all this alone."

Maa laughed mutely and nodded, "Priyanjali doesn't help me at all, just stays on her phone all day."

"Because she knows you won't let her leave the house," I replied and she just nodded her head.

Together, we began to adorn our home with strings of fairy lights and colorful fabrics, transforming it into a veritable palace of joy and celebration.

After finishing the work, I moved towards my room to get myself ready as soon as possible, in the clothes that I had bought especially for Gangaur.

As I slipped into my Rajasthani poshak, the soft pink fabric enveloped me like a gentle embrace, its intricate details whispering tales of tradition and elegance. The bodice, adorned with shimmering mirror work and delicate embroidery, reflected the craftsmanship of artisans who have poured their hearts into every stitch.

I ran my fingers over the ghungroos that adorned the edges of my dupatta, their tiny bells adding a musical cadence to my movements. With each step, I felt the fabric swaying gracefully around me, creating a symphony of color and motion.

The skirt of the poshak flowed in soft pleats, adorned with patterns of flowers and paisleys that seemed to come alive with every twirl. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I just marvelled at the beauty of the ensemble, a tribute to the rich cultural heritage of Rajasthan and muttered to myself dramatically while fluttering my hair back, "Main apni favourite hoon" and laughed to myself.