3. I don't want to marry him

Fri, 02 Jan 2026 08:16:02 +0000

The amber hues of twilight spilled over the palace walls as I sat cross-legged on the velvet carpet of our main hall, my head resting lazily in Mumma's lap. The sky outside had turned a delicate blend of orange and blush pink, the sun slowly sinking behind the Aravalli hills, casting long golden shadows across the marble floors.