In a huge chamber made of sandstones and decorated with chips of marble all over it sits a petite figurine of a princess. Her head held low in sorrow and misery which she can neither explain nor can anyone understand.
A huge mirror stands in front of her witnessing her agony. Her maid Rekha doing her hair brushing them with a thick brush.
Other maids walking around with baskets full of garlands, giggling with joy, whispers of the happy day is being echoed all over the palace.
And yet the princess sitting on her chair thinking about the only portrait she made of the person whom she has already accepted as her future husband.
Her light brown eyes void of emotions except that of worry in them are moist with tears of despair. But a princess must not forget the virtue of her being. And th
