•~उसके चेहरे की चमक के सामने सादा लगा, आसमान पे चाँद पूरा था मगर आधा लगा~•
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"Chaand hamesha sundar nahi hota, keval duur se lagta hai." He listened to her and patted her back.
"Chaand ke pardo ke niche dhabbe he Abhi."
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"Yes, Rajkumari Mayurika. I am Kuwar Abhimanyu Singh Rathore. "
Her eyes widened, shock rippling through her veins. Everything seemed to have stopped- the Prince of Udaipur was him.
Her feet began stepping back in fear, but he again pulled her forward; dangerously closer to him, making her more intimidated.
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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.The sound of Baansuri floating into the air; disappearing.
It was her chamber.
The one whom hardly anyone knows about.
She was "The Forgotten Princess- Mayuri
