The Pious Princess
The Pious Princess The sprawling palace of Rana Sangram Singh perched majestically on Aravalli, buzzed with festivities. Every corner of the palace was festooned with flowers. Music from clarinets and drummers echoed in the air. The royal guards stood on the ramparts holding their armour, adorning crisp saffron uniform, honouring the auspicious day. A group of soldiers marched forward guarding a palanquin. Leading the group was Bhoj Raj in his chariot. Meera sat holding the idol of her Giridhar inside the palanquin adorned with jasmine. The pearled flowers threaded together, rendered soft aroma lifting the excitement in the atmosphere. Draped in her red wedding dress, Meera’s forehead was beaming brightly with freshly adorned vermillion. When the men holding the palanquin placed it on the ground, the young princess stepped out demurely. Bhoj Raj her groom, dismounted from the chariot and stood next to her. He was tall and was looking even ta...
