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Choti Maa gently took Aadrika's hand, guiding her through the crowd of royal guests and dignitaries who had gathered in the grand hall. The atmosphere was alive with the murmur of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. The hall itself was a sight to behold, adorned with rich tapestries, ornate chandeliers, and fresh flowers that filled the air with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance.
"Aadrika, come with me," Choti Maa said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "There are many royal ladies eager to meet you and extend their wishes."
Aadrika nodded, her heart still racing from the morning's events. Despite the excitement and grandeur of it all, there was a part of her that felt overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the celebration. But adjusting herself to every surrounding is a hidden talent she always had.
The first group they approached consisted of a few elderly women, their faces lined with wisdom and experience. They were adorned in exquisite silk sarees, their hair neatly tied back, and their eyes sharp with intelligence. As Choti Maa introduced Aadrika, the women smiled graciously.
"Rajkumari Aadrika," one of the older women said, her voice soft yet commanding. "Happy birthday, dear. May you bring honor and glory to this kingdom."
Aadrika bowed respectfully, accepting their blessings with a polite smile. "Thank you, Your Grace."
One by one, the ladies extended their wishes, each offering a small token of appreciation-a delicate bracelet, a finely embroidered handkerchief, a vial of rare perfume. Aadrika accepted each gift with gratitude, aware of the significance behind these gestures.
Choti Maa continued to lead her through the crowd, introducing her to various other noblewomen, each with their own story, their own place in the intricate web of royal politics. Aadrika found herself engaging in polite conversation, her words measured and careful, just as she had been taught.
After a while, they approached a group of younger women, daughters of noble families, who were huddled together, giggling and whispering amongst themselves. As soon as they noticed Aadrika, they fell silent, their eyes widening with awe.
"Rajkumari Aadrika!" one of them exclaimed, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness. "You look so beautiful today. Happy birthday!"
Aadrika smiled, feeling slightly more at ease with the younger women. "Thank you," she replied warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."
The girls quickly surrounded her, eager to engage in conversation, their earlier shyness replaced by enthusiasm. They bombarded her with questions-about her dress, her jewelry, her life in the palace. Aadrika answered as best as she could, feeling a strange mix of camaraderie and curiosity.
Choti Maa watched from a distance, a gentle smile on her lips. She knew how important it was for Aadrika to establish connections with these young women, who would one day be her allies-or rivals-in the royal court. After a while, she gently intervened, placing a hand on Aadrika's shoulder.
"There's someone else who wishes to see you, Aadrika," Choti Maa said, her eyes twinkling with affection.
Aadrika nodded, excusing herself from the group with a gracious smile. As they walked away, Choti Maa whispered, "Your maternal grandmother has arrived. She's been eagerly waiting to see you."
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