#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 "𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧" 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
ׂ╰┈➤𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐚⋆˙⟡
"She endured the pain of her family's neglect, yearning for the love and care that always seemed just out of reach. He, on t...
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|AUTHOR'S POV|
A 7-year-old girl lay beside her grandfather as he gently caressed her hair, narrating a fairytale in his warm, soothing voice.
"And then, her prince came to save her from all the evils, and the two lived happily ever after," he said, bringing the story to a close.
Suddenly, the little girl sat up and looked at her grandfather with wide, curious eyes.
"Dadu, main princess hoon?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, confusion dancing across her innocent face.
[Grandpa, am I a princess?]
Her grandfather chuckled softly, smiling at her question, touched by her innocence.
"Haan, bilkul ho," he said, gently brushing her hair away from her forehead.
[Yes, of course you are!]
"Toh mera prince kahan hai? Kya woh mujhe bachane aayega agar mujhe uski zarurat hogi toh?" she asked sincerely, her voice filled with wonder.
[So where is my prince? Will he come to save me when I need him?]
Her grandfather's eyes softened as he looked at her.
"Meri chhoti si princess, sabse pehle toh tumhara dadu yeh zaroori banayega ke tum khud apni ladai ladne ke liye strong bano. Lekin agar kabhi tumhe akela mehsoos hua, toh haan, tumhara prince zaroor aayega," he replied, his voice tender and full of reassurance.
[My little princess, first of all, your dadu will make sure you’re strong enough to fight your own battles. But if you ever feel alone, then yes your prince will definitely come for you.]
"Dadu, ek aur question," she said, raising one tiny finger as she sat upright on the bed.
[Grandpa, one more question.]
"Puchho meri gudiya," he replied warmly, giving her his full attention.
[Ask, my little doll.]
"Woh kya white horse pe aayega jaise storybook waale prince aate hain?" she asked innocently, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
[Will he come riding on a white horse like the princes in storybooks?]
Her grandfather let out a gentle laugh, amused by her question, and then replied affectionately,
"Woh toh future mein pata chalega na, ki woh kaise aayega... lekin abhi ke liye Aaru, tum so jao. Kal tumhe school bhi toh jaana hai!"
[Well, we’ll know in the future how he’ll come… but for now, Aaru, it’s time for you to sleep. You have school tomorrow, remember?]
He laid her gently back onto the bed and tucked her in under her soft, pink comforter. With a calm breath and a content smile, little Aarohi drifted off into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of fairytales, white horses, and a world where her prince might someday arrive.
