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Mana hum nyi jante achhese se rajasthan ko magar koshish Puri kar rahe hai . Bss aap sath dijiye ga 🥹

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Siya's pov

Today, on this special day in my life, I decided to dress up in traditional Rajasthani clothes. The vibrant colors and intricate designs made me feel connected to the heritage, adding a unique charm to the occasion.

Rajasthani girl wear vibrant ghagra and short, embellished cholis, paired with colorful, shorter odhani. Their jewellery includes simpler, smaller pieces like nose pins, dangling earrings, maang tikkas, and glass bangles. They often wear silver or gold armlets and less elaborate toe rings.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but smile at my reflection. Dressed in my finest attire for the today's function, I felt a sense of pride and confidence. I gently brushed my hair back and adjusted my jewelry, making sure everything was perfect.

Taking a moment, I gave myself a playful twirl, watching the fabric of my dress flare out beautifully. I then brought my hands to my lips and blew a playful, loving kiss to my reflection, feeling a warmth spread through me. It was a simple gesture, but it filled me with joy and a sense of self-love.

With a final glance to ensure everything was just right, I took a deep breath, feeling ready and excited for the day ahead. I turned away from the mirror, my steps light and filled with anticipation, and left for the function, my heart buoyed by the positive energy I had given myself.

As I stepped onto the palace grounds, it felt like stepping into a dream. Everywhere I looked, there was an enchanting scene straight out of Rajasthan's rich culture and heritage. The air was filled with the sound of laughter and music, and vibrant colors danced all around me.

But amidst the bustling festivities, my attention was immediately drawn to the center of the courtyard, where a group of dancers gracefully twirled and spun in a traditional Rajasthani Ghoomar. The sight took my breath away, as if my long-held dream had materialized right before my eyes.

Mesmerized by the swirling skirts and the rhythmic movements of the dancers, I couldn't tear my gaze away. It was like being transported to another time and place, where every step told a story of tradition and beauty.

With a sense of awe and wonder, I found myself drawn closer to the performance, eager to immerse myself fully in the magic of the moment. It was a sight I would treasure forever, a glimpse into the soul of Rajasthan that filled my heart with joy and gratitude.

As I approached the stage where the Ghoomar dancers were performing, a surge of excitement and anticipation coursed through me. Without even realizing it, I found myself asking if I could join them in their mesmerizing dance. To my delight, they welcomed me with open arms, their smiles warm and inviting.

As they graciously guided me through the intricate steps of the Ghoomar, I felt a sense of exhilaration wash over me. Each movement flowed with grace and elegance, and I found myself caught up in the joy of the dance.

But amidst the whirl of colors and music, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing around, I searched for the source of the gaze, but found nothing. Yet, the sensation lingered, adding an extra layer of mystery to the already magical day .

Despite the unknown presence, I continued to lose myself in the dance, savoring every moment of this unexpected and unforgettable experience.

After the exhilarating Ghoomar dance, I ventured into other corners of the palace grounds, eager to immerse myself in more of Rajasthan's vibrant culture. I tried my hand at pottery, shaping a clay pot with care and pride, and affectionately naming it my own creation.

The marketplace beckoned with its array of colorful jewelry, each piece telling a story of tradition and craftsmanship. As I admired the intricate designs, a wistful thought crossed my mind: "If only I had enough money, I would buy the entire shop and treasure every piece."

Despite the fleeting moment of longing, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the experiences I had already gathered. Each new activity and encounter added to the tapestry of memories I was weaving, leaving me with a deeper appreciation for the beauty and richness of Rajasthan's heritage.

As I perused the selection of footwear, I couldn't help but be drawn to the exquisite craftsmanship and variety of styles. Each pair seemed to whisper tales of the artisans' skill and the region's rich cultural heritage.

After much deliberation, I finally settled on a pair that spoke to me-a perfect blend of elegance and comfort. But as I made my choice, a playful thought crossed my mind: "If only I could buy them all!"

Indeed, the secret lay in the undeniable allure of each and every pair, making it nearly impossible to choose just one. Yet, in the end, I knew that the pair I had selected would hold a special place in my heart, a tangible reminder of the magical day I had spent exploring the treasures of Rajasthan.

As I approached the grand palace entrance, the guards halted me with a stern gaze. "Your invitation, please," one of them demanded. " aree bhyi ab ye phool si bachi kaha se layegi yrr card , 7 din to huye hai aaye huye kisi ko janti bhi nyi " Feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck, I made a swift decision to retreat before the situation escalated further. Turning on my heel, I briskly walked away from the palace gates, eager to escape the judgmental stares of the guards.

" Tumko to Mai btaugi , ruko tum apna bhi time aayega na " As I was lost in my thoughts, a strange sensation gripped my feet, freezing them in place. Panic surged through me as I struggled to move, my eyes widening in fear. Then, I noticed a figure approaching through the haze of my anxiety, sending a shiver down my spine.

" agar isse andar Jane ka rasta pta hua to ha yrr Aisa karti hu issi ko bolti hu, chal to Aise Raha hai jaise koi raaja ho chlo issi baat pe makhaan lgati hu isko , ekdam cute tarike se bolugi , ye kya iska baap bhi Maan jayega "

As the crowd rushed towards us, my instincts kicked in, and without thinking, I reached out and clasped the hand of the mysterious man before me. His touch was surprisingly reassuring, grounding me amidst the chaos unfolding around us.

Author's POV

Rajasthan's king attire

The king of Rajasthan adorned himself in opulent attire and jewelry, symbolizing his regal status and martial heritage. He wore angarkhas or sherwanis made of silk and brocade, paired with churidar pajamas, and grand turbans embellished with jewels and plumes. His physique was often robust and athletic, reflecting his warrior lineage, with broad shoulders and strong builds essential for combat and leadership. Jewelry included elaborate necklaces, bracelets, and turbans adorned with kalgis, emphasizing his power and wealth. This combination of grand attire and jewelry showcased the kings' formidable presence and royal grandeur.

Raghav Rajput's pov

"Veer saree taiyari ho gyi hai . "I wrapped the shawl around my shoulders, completing today's look with a touch of elegance. The soft fabric cascaded down, adding a layer of warmth and sophistication to my outfit. With a confident stride, I

headed out, ready to conquer the day with style.

"Ji hukum sa" As Veer approached me, his determined strides echoed with purpose. Each step seemed to carry a weight of anticipation, his gaze locking onto mine with intensity. I braced myself, curious about what his words would reveal in the moments to come.

"Pichli baar ki tarh koi galti na ho iss baar hum chhoti bhi galti maaf nyi karege yaad rahe veer " i strictly warn him .

"Ji "Veer's actions spoke volumes as he stood before me, a respectful bow emphasizing his readiness to heed my words. His gesture conveyed a sense of deference, signaling his willingness to receive the message I deliver.

"Sometimes, I've made it clear that certain things aren't necessary, but he insists it's the rule. If I'm expected to follow all the rules, shouldn't he at least follow one in return?"

"After breakfast, I headed up to the terrace to check on everything. While only a select few royal members are permitted in the palace, it's still important to stay vigilant about safety."

"No one is allowed to meet me; I'm not the type to seek attention. It irks me when people approach me not out of genuine respect or loyalty, but merely because of my status and wealth."

As my eyes wandered downward, they were captivated by the sight of a diminutive figure lost in the rhythmic movements of the ghoomar dance. Adorned in the resplendent attire of Rajasthan, she spun with effortless elegance, her every step a testament to the rich cultural heritage she embodied. In that moment, amidst the mundane surroundings, she transformed the ordinary into a spectacle of beauty and tradition.

"Chehre par inti chamak paheli baar dekhi hai humne , rajasthani libaz me kisi Rani sa se Kam nyi lag rahi hai .

Maa sa bhi Aisa hi ghoomer Kiya karti thi , haste , muskurate . "As I pondered, doubts crept in, weighing down my resolve. With a heavy heart, I shifted my gaze away, seeking solace in the unknown horizon, hoping for clarity amidst the uncertainty.

"Ye kya soch rahe the hum , hum kbhi Aisa nyi kar sakte , kbhi nyi . Humari zindagi meh kisi ki jagh nyi hai kisi ki bhi nyi . " With determination fueling my thoughts, I resolved to scrutinize every detail, recognizing that the day was still young, brimming with opportunities to make each moment count.

"Veer Aaj hum khud ek baar niche dekh ke aayege ." As I voiced my decision, Veer began to offer reasons, but my priority remained clear: safeguarding the well-being of my people, ensuring that my actions were always aligned with their welfare, and avoiding any missteps that could potentially harm them.

"Hukum sa magar vha bhot log hai"

His words ignited a spark of anger within me, adding fuel to the fire of frustration as I struggled to maintain composure in the face of his provocation.

"Veer Hume hmare logo se kbhi koi chot nyi paho chai jayegi hum jante hai "Through gritted teeth, I issued a stern order, unable to tolerate not only my rising anger but also any defiance to my commands, adamant in maintaining control and authority in the situation.

"Magar fir bhi ....." Despite his stubbornness, he dared to challenge, but in that moment, I embodied the unwavering authority of a king, or perhaps the relentless determination of a devil from hell, unyielding in my resolve to assert dominance and maintain order.

"Humne kaha hum ja rahe hai , humare aash pash koi bodyguard na ho . Humari vajh ki hum kisi ko pareshani nyi pahochana chahte dhyan rahe ." I declared my words firmly as I strode towards the lift, leaving no room for debate or defiance, my actions echoing the decisive power behind my words.

"Jo hukum " As he spoke from behind me, attempting to create distance by feigning disinterest in joining me in the lift, I saw through his facade, understanding that his loyalty bound him to my side, unwilling to let even a single moment pass without his presence by my side.

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