Yashvardhan Chowdhary, 29, is the king of Udaipur-a cold and cunning politician known for his ruthless ways and ability to manipulate anyone to get what he wants. Power is his game, and no one dares to challenge him. Except for Saanvi Rajput, the 26...
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It had been two days since we settled into our flat near the college. The routine was beginning to feel familiar, and today was no exception—our health camp near the grand Udaipur palace had kept us busy all morning. By noon, as the camp wrapped up, Shikha and I decided to take advantage of the quiet hours to explore the palace.
The moment we stepped inside, the magnificent architecture took our breath away. Towering arches, intricate carvings, and walls adorned with portraits of regal kings and queens greeted us. We wandered through the palace halls, lost in awe, when Shikha suddenly stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixated on the grandeur around us.
"Shikha? Kya hua? Ruk kyun gayi?" I asked, confused.
[Shikha? what happened? Why did you stopped?]
She turned to me with a mischievous grin that instantly set me on alert. "Sanu, isn't this the perfect location for your dance video? You know, the one for the competition?"
Her suggestion made my eyes widen in shock. "Pagal ho gayi hai kya? Agar kisi ne humein yahan dekh liya, toh pakka fasenge!"
["Have you gone mad? If anyone sees us here, we will definitely be trapped!"]
She shrugged nonchalantly. "Arre kuch nahi hoga! It's practically empty right now. Just five minutes, that's all I need to record. Trust me!"
[Oho nothing will happen!]
I stepped back nervously. "No way, Shikha! Yeh galat hai. Mujhe darr lag raha hai."
[This is wrong. I'm scared]
But she wasn't having any of it. Before I could protest further, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the center of the hall. "Just focus on the song and your moves, okay? I'll handle the recording."
Reluctantly, I gave in. Shikha quickly set up her phone on a stand and connected her mini Bluetooth speaker. The familiar melody began to play, soft and hypnotic, filling the grand hall.
The grand hall of the Udaipur Palace seemed to come alive as I stood at its center, my breath catching in awe of the intricate architecture surrounding me. The towering arches, marble floors, and golden embellishments seemed to watch over us silently, a testament to centuries of regal splendor. I looked at Shikha, who was busy adjusting her phone on the stand, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Sanu, bas thoda sa toh dance hai," she said reassuringly, her voice echoing slightly in the vast space. "Yeh palace ke vibes aur tumhare dance moves... perfect combination hai!"
["Sanu, there is just a little dance,"] [The vibes of the palace and your dance moves... the perfect combination!"]
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. The thought of someone catching us made my stomach churn, but the sheer beauty of the location and Shikha's unwavering enthusiasm were hard to resist. She pressed play on her mini speaker, and the soft hum of the music began to fill the air.
