❝𝐀 figure was seated on a flower adorned swing, their legs swinging along with the flow of it, making the ghungroos chime their pleasant song. The pallu of their saree softly caressing the water from the tranquil pool below. The sight of the beauty...
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A flower seller, seemingly too small for his years, looked at the majestic horses and chariots parading down the road. As the horses paused, at the queen's request to peruse some exquisite jewelry, the boy, clad in dirt and dust from head to toe, approached a man decked in a finely crafted pagri and adorned with jewels, seated upon a sleek black horse. Tapping on his feet he wanted for some attention to him. Seeing his actions, all five guards surrounding the Maharaj swiftly aimed their weapons at the small, impoverished boy.
"STOP" the Maharaja's command echoed firmly as he motioned for the guards to step back. However, the little boy flinched at the authority in his voice, cowering and shielding himself with tiny hands at the sight of the raised hand.
Moved by the child's innocence, the Maharaja's stern expression softened. He beckoned for his translator to approach, intending to convey his words with gentleness and understanding.
"Apka nam kya hai? chote sahab? {What is your name, young sir?}" The Maharaja asked, crouching down at the flower boy's height.
"Ta-Taehyung" The boy said while sniffing softly.
"Wahh bohot badia nam hai apka, bataiye to apki tokri me kya hai? {Woww a what a nice name you have, what do you have in your basket?}" The Maharaja slightly tilted his head.
