It was early morning. Freshly bathed, Aaravi stepped outside, still carrying her same royal grace. Even though it was Sunday and she had nowhere to go, she had adorned herself like a true rani. A light blue kurti paired with a white dupatta rested gently on her delicate shoulders. Thin bangles jingled softly on her wrist, small earrings adorned her ears, and the sweet tinkling of anklets echoed with each step… her beauty seemed blended with the freshness of the morning itself.
After giving herself one last glance in the mirror, a gentle smile blooming on her lips, she began walking toward the study. A light knock sounded at the door. From inside, a deep, commanding voice echoed,
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