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THIRD PERSON POV

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THIRD PERSON POV

(Rajgadh)

{After 8 Years....}

An eight year old Anandi sprinted into her father's arms as he picked her up in his arms looking at her gloomy face

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An eight year old Anandi sprinted into her father's arms as he picked her up in his arms looking at her gloomy face. "What happened to my ever jolly Anandi? Why do you look so gloomy?", Kuwarjeet asked his daughter. Anandi looked at her father with watery eyes as she hid her face in his shoulder, clutching his angavastram tightly, as if not letting him go.

Faint chiming of anklets reverberated, as the noise grew louder and clearer with the passing seconds. Shriya suddenly appeared out of the gates as she stopped and looked at her father with the same look as her little sister before running to him. She tugged at her father's angavastram as she asked, looking at him with her almond shaped eyes filled with tears, "Do we have to leave now? Can't we go after a year?"

The father just sighed softly as he caressed the little girl's head, the younger child in his arms started sniffling, slowly lifting her head, revealing her red puffy eyes

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The father just sighed softly as he caressed the little girl's head, the younger child in his arms started sniffling, slowly lifting her head, revealing her red puffy eyes. "Putriyo you know we cannot delay your education. It is important for the betterment of your own citizens whom you love so much. Wouldn't you want to work for their wellbeing?", he spoke softly trying to make them understand. "Time has passed too soon.", the King thought, choking on his own tears as his memories went back to their birth. The palace felt alive with these two growing up.

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