H I M
The one he'd die for, wanted to kill him the same,
But death would be a guest he'd welcome, if she promised to sit by his grave.
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H E R
If there was a list of all the sins she was t...
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Sanyunkta was married to a man she had never met.
She felt like she had married a name, a title.
As Sanyukta walked through the towering hallway, the thoughts that ran through her mind were hard to grasp. Her handmaiden, Dhara, had helped her get dressed into the crimson lehenga, drapes embroidered with the rich gold threads, her jewls of rubies and emeralds complimenting them. Her face was veiled, the thin fabric of deep red covering her most beautiful features.
The queen emerged from the other side, a cluster of maids and gaurds tailing her. " This ritual is a special one. The husband will identify his bride among all the ladies that are dressed like her. It is a test of their bond. " the queen said as she clapped twice to bekon her order.
A sea of swirling red emerged out from behind the queen, more than twenty ladies dressed just like Sanyukta, in crimson drapes and exquisite jewls, a veil similar to hers' hiding their faces. Sanyunkta watched with wide eyes as they stood beside her, their presence like a mirror to Sanyukta's form.
How will the Yuvaraj recognize me when he has never seen me? Sanyukta thought. The women in front of her all looked the same, even if the Yuvaraj had seen her, it was impossible to differentiate one from the other.
"But since the Yuvaraj has never seen his bride, we'll allow him to take a look first. But that's it, just one look. " Another lady of the queen's age spoke, mischief glinting in her eyes. Sanyukta recalled her introducing herself as the treasurey minister's wife. "You can call me Niharika bai. " she had said.
The herd of women ushered her near a huge windowsill. The expansive window, a colossal canvas of crystalline glass, ascended from the floor to the ceiling, its uppermost reaches disappearing into the subtle curves of the room's architecture. As a portal to the outside world, it framed a breathtaking panorama, inviting the eye to wander the landscapes that unfolded beyond its transparent expanse.
Directly opposite to it, a mirror of equivalent grandeur stood sentinel, its surface a polished silvered glass that seemed to liquefy the light around it. The mirror's gentle glow imbued the room with a soft, lunar luminescence, as if the very essence of moonlight had been distilled within its reflective depths.
As her gaze oscillated between the window's transparent vastness and the mirror's silvered sheen, the boundaries between reality and reflection blurred. As awestruk as Sanyukta was, the doubt tugged onto her mind, why did they bring me here?
" This is the Mahatibimba, the grand mirror. It is the highlight of this Palace. " Niharika bai said, her words prideful. She then proceeded to remove the curtain laid to the side of the windowsill, revealing a smaller, yet equally astounding mirror.
The sight in front of her was eteheral, almost otherworldly, as the shafts of light tanscended from the mirrors, beams of silver clashing and reflecting like threads of gold. Niharika bai drew the curtain close, stealing the luminescence away from the room.
