Chapter 5: 3 ✨🪭 Effects of Love

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Palace of Rana

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Princess Indu was an artist at heart. She loved to paint, draw, sculpt, and craft everything and anything related to art you will find her there. She had a knack for creating beautiful and expressive artworks. Even though it was her passion except for her one older sister who had been wed and now staying in a different kingdom nobody in her siblings seemed to have the passion but she tried with her younger brother, Prince Amir, who was witty and clever and the only one younger than her who would listen to her.

She decided to teach him some basic art skills, hoping to inspire him and bond with him. She prepared some materials and tools, and dragged him to join her in her tower. She was eager to see what he would create.

She started by showing him how to draw, how to hold a coal, how to apply strokes, and how to create shapes. She explained the concepts of light, shadow, perspective, and composition. She demonstrated some techniques and tips, and encouraged him to try them out.

She expected him to follow her instructions and examples, and to be attentive like she was with her older sister but she soon realized that he had other plans. He was not interested in learning the rules and principles of art. He wanted to have fun.

Amir mixed coal on his white attire wildly, creating bright and vibrant shades. He held the brush like a wand, and applied strokes like spells. He created shapes that were whimsical and imaginative. He ignored the concepts she was teaching him.

He was not trying to create a masterpiece. He was trying to create a surprise. He was being mischievous almost destroying her art room.

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Amir almost painted a roadmap on her hair, and giggled and declared himself the prince of art, and complimented her.

Princess Indu was amused and happy She knew maybe not everyone liked art like her She joined him getting her revenge.

The help and her best friend Sneha almost dropping the jar of juice she brought which she saw the state the princess was in.

Only to hear her endless nagging about the etiquettes.

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Princess Indu looked around the dining table, feeling warm and content. She was surrounded by her family, who were laughing and chatting happily. She felt grateful for their presence, their support, and their love.

She glanced at her father, the king, who was sitting at the head of the table. He was a wise and benevolent ruler, who cared deeply for his people and his children. He was telling a funny story about his latest diplomatic meeting, making everyone chuckle.

She looked at her eldest sister, Princess Anya, who was sitting next to the king. She was a brilliant and graceful scholar, who had a passion for learning and teaching and politics.She was nodding along to the king's story, adding some witty remarks and insights.

She reached out to her younger brother, Prince Amir, who was sitting next to Anya who was currently making faces at the king's story, drawing some hilarious and cute sketches, on the dinning table with coal maybe she was wrong about him not having passion for art it could just be he liked it in a unconventional ways instead of canvas he drew on the dinning table.

She felt a pang of sadness as she thought of her elder brother, Prince Arjun, who was not at the table. He was a troubled and coping. He was recovering from his shoulder injury.

She wished he was here, with them, as a part of their happy family. She missed him, worried about him, and loved him.

She decided to bring him up, hoping to get some news and support. She cleared her throat, and said:

"Father, about Prince Arjun..... he's been attending the rehab and therapy for his shoulder regularly. he is making progress"

The king paused his story, and looked at her , everyone going silent......He said:

"Indu, I know Arjun is doing well now considering his situation. He's been following the doctor's advice, and taking his medication. He's also been...... You know.." the King went silent not liking to discuss about the drunken acts of his son before his young prince.

The sisters nodded shyly, and murmured words of encouragement instead. Amir clapped, and cheered for his brother to finally be back and how he missed him. Indu felt a surge of relief, and happiness. She sai

"I hope you will let him join us soon, and share his stories with us. I'm sure he has a lot to tell."

The king nodded, and said:

"Me too, Indu. Arjun is a strong and resilient young man, and I have faith in him. You know we'll always be here for him, and support him. We'll never give up on him."

The family smiled, and agreed.

They resumed their dinner, like a happy family, passing jokes, and sharing stories.

Indu's mother the Queen would have also joined them at the dinner if she was here but she was currently visiting here second daughter Bhoomi in the Kingdom of Avantipura of who was 6 months pregnant and staying with her as she was facing some complications.

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It was late in the evening When Princess Indu stared at the blank canvas in front of her, feeling frustrated and hopeless. She had been trying to create a masterpiece for the past hour, but nothing seemed to work. Her brush strokes were clumsy, her colors were dull, and her composition was boring. She felt like she had no talent, no inspiration, no passion.

She sighed and put down her brush, wondering why she even bothered. It was her escape from the harsh realities of her life, her way of expressing herself, her source of joy. But lately, she had lost her spark, her creativity, her motivation thst is why she was trying to find a companion in her passion someone who loves art as much as she does and would work as a motivation for her like Laeya was to her.

She looked out of the window of her tower, hoping to find some beauty in the world. But all she could think of was darkness, smoke, and fire. The kingdom of Raynar, her neighbor and ally, had been invaded and conquered by the tyrant young king, who was notorious for his cruelty and greed. He had killed the king of Rana, and nobody knew about his daughter as, he had burned his palace to the ground. He had also declared war on other kingdoms, threatening to do the same to them.

Indu shuddered as she jolted from her thoughts of the distant sounds of battle, the screams of the wounded, the clang of the swords. She felt a surge of fear, anger, and sadness. How could one man cause so much pain and suffering? How could he be so heartless and ruthless? How could he be stopped?

She wished she could do something to help, to fight, to save her people. But she was a princess, not a warrior. She had no power, no voice, no choice or as they said the princess protects her family the prince protects the land. She didn't like the notion not one bit, if anything she could say with surety that Princess Anya knew and plan better than the kings politicians and ministers.

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She turned back to her canvas, hoping to find some solace in her art. But all she felt was emptiness, frustration, and despair. She picked up her brush again, but she had no idea what to paint. She had no vision, no purpose, no meaning.

She tried to create, but she failed again and again.

She had vowed to herself she would help Prince Arjun take down the Tyrant by any means.

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Toasts to the happy Family. I want to show the personality of Princess Indu how she grew up and shaped into a beautiful human with the love and care.

Little does Indu know about the Tyrant.... You would soon though!!!

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