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"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same"
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"Shubman, main apko khud se dur nahi dekh sakta...Par ap samajhte hai na, agar apki yeh mohabbat duniya ke saamne aayi, toh kya hoga?"
"Tu bas ek vaar mere te parosa kar le . Panjab da eh rajkumar hukumiyat vich haar man sakda hai par apne Ishq te piche nhi haat sakda"
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The grand court of Punjab was alive with festivity.
Baisakhi celebration filled with sound of different music instruments.
Courtiers and nobles sat in an arc, their eyes fixed on the center of the hall where... a young dancer was preparing to perform.
Shubman gill.. the crown prince of Punjab, leaned against his seat.
He had little interest in the entertainment usually arranged in the court. .. viewing it as a mere distraction from his royal duties.
But tonight, something felt different....
The young dancer stepped forward the ghunghroo on his feet jingling softly with each movement.
Clad in a flowing white kurta with a crimson dupatta draped over his waist.
As the tabla began its rhythm, the dancer's feet finds it's own perfect rhythm... each step echoing with the sound of his ghunghroo.
Its seems like Shubman's eyes were fixed on the young boy.
He couldn't look away....not at all
The dancer moved with a grace.
his expressions shifting seamlessly between joy... sorrow.. and longing...
Shubman watched from his seat, his sharp jawline clenched as he tried to focus on the performance.
As a whole, but his eyes betrayed him....
They kept returning to the young man with almond-shaped eyes and a mischievous smile.
Shubman *whispered to himself*
"Yeh... yeh kaun hai? Kyun lagta.. hai jaise yeh poori mehfil iske aas paas ghoom rahi hai?"
The performance ended.... Ishan bowed gracefully and left with the other courtesans.
But for Shubman, the sound of his ghunghroo stayed, echoing long after the music had stopped.
That night, the palace was silent, but Shubman's mind was anything but.
Lying in his grand chamber
he stared at the ceiling.
Shubman : uski ghunghroo ki awaz.. Abhi bhi mujhe sunai de rhi hai.. Uski woh ada jaise ki sara sansar uske ankho meh basta ho.. Aur uski woh muskuraahat...
He sat up abruptly, his chest tight. Sleep was a distant thought.
Unable to resist the pull of his restless heart...
Shubman : uska Naam kya hai..? Maine uske pahli baar dekha hai...
He said to himself and look at the wild opened window.. Outside all was still.. Leaves were moving in rhyme.
Shubman get out of his bed walk towards window.. The cold air hits his face.
He walk towards garden...
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