Nandini pov
The haveli buzzed with life, the laughter and chatter of guests echoing through its grand halls in celebration of Ranaji's victory in securing a new kingdom. Joy painted every corner, yet I stood by the window, my gaze fixed on the setting sun as it dipped below the horizon. My heart raced, a whirlwind of emotions beneath the surface. The weight of my responsibilities pressed heavily on my shoulders, the demands of the evening and the countless faces to greet looming over me. Yet, deep within, a part of me yearned for something entirely different.
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