"Where is Shourya" he blazed banging his hand on the desk.
"Hukum he.." the assistant shuttered.
"I will not repeat myself, for the last time where is Shourya" he asked turning around with an aura that screamed power and why wouldn't it, he was the Synonym of Power.
Rajveer Singh Ranaut
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The Hukum of Udaipur, even with the days of Democracy, The Ranauts were still the kings for the people of Udaipur, their words held the power of God and their actions screamed justice and so was their eldest son Rajveer, The uncrowned Prince of Udaipur, the Hukum of Udaipur.
"Bazaar - ae- Husn" the assistant replied scared enough to per in his pants.
Rajveer closed his eyes for a moment and ran his hands through his Hair messying them up, he took the car keys from the table and strided towards the lane of the famous Tawaifs of Udaipur.
The moment his car stopped, the women surrounded his car in hope to have a night of highest earning but their happiness was short lived the moment they saw the Hukum opening the door.
"Shourya Singh Ranaut ko bheje!" He screamed and there was an instant hustle to look out for the notorious little prince of the Ranauts.
Waiting angrily, banging the hood of his car, Rajveer heard the tinkles of Ghungroo, it wasn't the first time he heard the noise but it was definitely the first time he found himself enchanted towards it.
Unknowingly he walked towards the chawk of the Bazaar where he saw a girl surrounded by the kids.
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With the tinkles of the ghungroo on her feet and the rhythm of her soulful voice one could see the silhouette of the most serene beauty. Aadhya Rathore
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Raghukul reet sadaa chali aayi, Praan jaaye par vachan na jaye
And there she turns, the smile to calm the storm paired the eyes filled with fire, dressed in a sweet simple Peach Anarkali And Rajveer's heart missed a beat.
Jai Raghuvanshi Ayodhyapati Ram Chandra ki jai Siyavar Ram Chandra ki, Jai Jai Raghuvanshi Ayodhyapati Ram Chandra ki jai Siyavar Ram Chandra ki jai
In the infamous streets of the " Bazaar-ae-Husn" (The market of Beauty) The streets of the courtesan.
Ta di ya na dheem De re ta na de re nom Ta di ya na dheem De re ta na de re nom Ta di ya na dheem
Surrounded by the kids as she danced stopping the passer by just to have a look at the beauty.
Raghuvar teri raah nihaarein Raghuvar teri raah nihaarein Saaton janam se Siya Ghar more pardesiya Aao padhaaro piya Ghar more pardesiya Aao padhaaro piya
Unknowingly enough Rajveer felt enchanted towards her but his hatred towards the market of the unwanted held him back.
Maine sudh-budh chain gawake Maine sudh-budh chain gawake Ram ratan paa liya
Before he could turn back towards his car he heard his little brother calling him "Dadasa" Shourya shuttered scared to death. Rajveer walked dangerously close to him and slapped him hard shocking the passerby causing a commotion.
Shourya knew he had screwed up and kept his eyes low.
Rajveer wanted to react worse but there was something about Aadhyas voice that kept him a bit calm.
Ghar more pardesiya Aao padhaaro piya Ghar more pardesiya Aao padhaaro piya
Without a word, he held Shourya's hand and dragged him towards the car pushing him on the passenger seat and driving away but not before stealing a last glance at Aadhya, last because he was dead sure not to visit the lane again and wished nothing to do with the girl dancing on these streets.
Meanwhile as soon as Aadhya finished her performance, the kids clapped and hugged their favourite didi who'd teach them and help them cope with their studies. Aadhya was fond of dancing and when the kids requested adorning such puppy faces she couldn't refuse, although Aadhya was a well trained performer, yet today her performance screamed confidence like there was something in the air that Aadhya couldn't point at.
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Oh My God!
This feels like ages. Hello lovely people guess who's back.
