" Avashy. Mitr Adam. How have you been. Come, meet my sister. Hastinapur Kumari Karunika. "
The Yuvraj of Kumtibhoj said.
" Aap -"
"Aap? "
" Arre. Do you two know each other ?"
𝔼𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪.....
" 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘠𝘶𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘫 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧- 𝘈𝘢𝘢𝘩!" 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
' 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘢. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 . 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺?
" 𝘒𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭? 𝘈 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺.
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𝘚𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘩𝘶𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘓𝘰𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘓𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 15 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.
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