What if some cricket couples could be some 'Regal Couple' ?
The story is same like the title itself. Main characters are in cover. Read first chapter for more info.
The splendid evening of harvesting festival. A huge crowd gathered in the hall of Royal house to witness the correspondence of Kathak and Ghazals. Maharaja and his partner sitting on the highest and most worthy seat, elder Rajkumar took his place aside, on another luxurious couch. On the opposite side Juhi is sitting with younger Rajkumar. And the vast floor is alloted to common people. Ladies are sitting behind curtain and men including the chief fisherman took their place on the bare floor, with a proud face - the young dancer, greeting Maharaja in the centre of hall, is his son!
Shahbaaz is sitting on a spongy mattress with his co-workers (ustaads). They are playing instruments to ornate Shahbaaz's ghazal - 'Sakal ban'. All are praising them with many kinds of expression but elder Rajkumar's eyes are still on the white-costumed kathak dancer, dancing with two other co-dancers. In the ramp of Shahbaaz's outstanding voice and ustaad's violin... he could only feel the tickling of that boy's ghoongru (anklets).
Abhi's costume was like this
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Not only him, young rajkumar was also amazed. Not with the boy, but his dance steps. He lamented, why he couldn't learn this kinda dance ? His bitch aunt never let him do anything except study. Bloody!
The huge crowd bursted out of clapping when he completed the fabulous dance session. Maharaja himself stood up to praise the boy. Seeing him younger Rajkumar also stood up and clapped with full enthusiasm. These actions made his foster father emotional, he used his half-tear veil to hide tears.
He was paying gratitude to Maharaja at the time Juhi took attention by throwing a small furry bag towards him. He lifted that from floor, felt a good amount of coins inside it and looked at the lady with questioning eyes. "Reward for your service" - she clarified.
"Sorry ma'am, I danced to entertain people, not to sell art!" He threw back the bag on Juhi's feet making all the people shocked. Whether common people seek legdust of that pious lady, a simple dancer throwing gold coins to her face!
No need to mention that Juhi got enough offended. She hissed - "What ? You... you're throwing back my blessings ? Son of a simple fisherman!"
"Juhi!" Maharaj's deep voice snatched all attention from them. "He is right. Art isn't a material of selling. What's your name young man ?"
"Servant's name is Abhishek, Maharaja"
"I'm amazed with your dedication, few gold coins aren't enough for you. But I can't let you go with empty hands, please feel free to ask whatever you want, within my ability, Abhishek"
He came few steps forward to Maharaj, the tickling of anklets sounded goosebumping in the pin drop silence. "I didn't come here for business purpose Maharaja. Too you're saying so, consider my one and only demand if possible. As you all know I'm son of a simple fisherman (mimicking Juhi), I'm watching my father and his colleagues are suffering with the fixed low range of fish. They aren't getting proper profit according to their hardwork. Sambhav ho to is vishay par vichar kijiyega"
Yuvraj got embarassed with his son's astonishing action. One of his colleagues said in his ears - "Yuvi, your this foster son surely belongs from some royal blood, that's why he dared to speak gaze to gaze with Maharaja!"
All of the people beside him were whispering how Maharaja will punish the little boy for his daring, but Maharaja is merciful today. He announced - "I'm praising your courage, boy! From now on, the fishermen of Ratnagiri can sell for upto twenty percent more price than before"
"Maharaja mahanubhav! Jay ho!" He bowed down before maharaja before standing up and steadily left the hall creating melodious rhythm of anklets. All including elder Rajkumar kept looking at his proud footsteps.
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Foreign country land far from Bharat 🌏
Time - midnight
A ship is tied in port. Two white skinned man are talking standing in beach.
"Be careful buddy. On the route you're traveling to India isn't safe. I've heard about the brutality of something 'captain'. He robs foreigner merchants, if they try to protest the cruel even murders them"
"Don't worry Southee. You know me right ? Am not so powerless buddy. See you soon"
After biding goodbyes the marchant went on his ship. In the enchanting night his ship started sailing on Tasman sea.
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Pehle saare lovebirds ki mulaqatein karwa dun... Phir bohot pyaar karwaungi 🙈❤️❤️
Waise how are you guys ? Humare yahan rainy season chal raha hai, bohut romantic mood hai. Poor Abhiyank will have the consequences of my mood🤭
