~Mayuri~ The Forgotten Princess🥀

Her history was not unwritten; it was unread.

[English translations available in the story.]

•~उसके चेहरे की चमक के सामने सादा लगा, आसमान पे चाँद पूरा था मगर आधा लगा~•

•Chipe hue lafz kaun kahega?
Inn siyahi ke panno ko kaun samjhega?
Kisme itna wakt hai ki,
wo mere dil ke lafzo ko sunne ka irada rakhega?•
:- Rajkumari Mayurika

▪︎•"Aapne sabke liye koi n koi banaya- meri daasta likhte samay aap dusre kirdaar bhul gaye the Krishn?"•▪︎
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-Her breaths turned deeper when he came forward and rested his palm on the edge of the river;and leaned forward- while directly looking at her.

"Kaha dhyan hai aapka? Kahi khoyi khoyi si nazar aa rahi hai."
She could not help but feel intimidated by his deep voice and his intense staring; him being wet wasn't helping either.
"Bewajah nazare ghumana achhi baat nahi hoti."She sucked in a sudden breath when she felt his hand caressing the back of her earlobe.
"Ab bataiye, Kya dekh rahi thi?"Her body felt like shrinking, and her eyes fluttered with sensations. "K-kuch bhi nahi."
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Tonight is the great ball and every royal, count and other highly ranked officials would be visiting, except for one person.

There was a chamber at the far end of the great palace, where hardly any activities take place. The chamber is usually very quiet; very less guards or servants could be seen there.

Far back at the very end of the balcony, a small figure was lying with her tear strained face, yet she had a soft charm on her face.

She was a beauty on earth. It was chilly, yet she laid glued to the railing.
Her eyes were twinkling as she admired her Moon, her hair long swaying with the wind; creating a mesmerising sight and alluring sound while playing her Baansuri

Her small lips which were slightly kissing the baasuri were wobbling; another trail of tear fell down her doll like eyes. She was - Rajkumari Mayurika