Tanswita
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The temple was quiet, but for the soft tinkle of her anklets. Sreemahalakshmi Namboothiri moved like flowing honey and jasmine smoke, each step a story, each glance a silent hymn. Her eyes carried devotion, grace, and a strength no one dared touch. She was Sree-the girl who belonged to the music, to the rhythm, to the sacred fire of her lineage.
And then he entered.
RanVeer Sisodia-king of Mewar, heir to centuries of blood and throne. Tall, unyielding, every movement measured, every word a command. Yet, even his imperious heart faltered at the sight of her. The dancer who moved like moonlight, untouched by palace intrigues, seemed to awaken a fire in him that no sword could tame. She was forbidden. Dangerous. Divine.
The first glance was the first battle. Anklets versus crown, devotion versus desire, temple versus throne-and neither would bow.
"When the White Lotus Writes..." 🌿🪷~