Soon it was the time of the wedding. Mandodari was pretty excited by now. She was now sure of her life ahead and made up her mind that she will fulfill all her duties as a wife, a daughter in law and a queen.
The maids entered and started their work of adorning Mandodari in the best way possible.
Her attire was made from the softest fabric available and was adorned with the most precious of gems, stones and beads. Her knee length dense and dark as a new moon night hair were properly braided and decorated by the most precious of flowers and exquisite pieces of jewelry by one of the maid.
Her hands and legs were painted by the most fragrant henna and alta. Her nails were also painted gracefully by the colors extracted from the rarest of flowers. The itra she used was the most fragrant and enchanting one, the one that could attract even the devas.
Her jewelry had the most precious of gems, diamonds and gold. Everything that she wore was exquisite. With every thing added on her body, her beauty enhanced. She sat in front of the mirror to find a completely different girl. She was a grown up woman now. Her eyes were decorated with the darkest kohl, her lips were painted with the colors extracted from the reddest of flower, her cheeks were painted like petals of the soft pink rose.She competed her look by adding a few more ornaments.
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The Bygone Empress
Historical FictionDisclaimer: This work doesn't intend to hurt anyone's feelings and religious beliefs. This story is inspired from religious texts and famous folklores. RAMAYAN Whenever we hear the name of the greatest epic of the Indian history, a few things come i...