A young woman's long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, touching her waist as she moved swiftly, her eyes fixed intently on her opponent. Her frock kurti fluttered with each strike, revealing her toned arms as she wielded her sword with precision.
Her adversary stood tall, his strong jawline accentuated by a hint of stubble, and his piercing eyes seeming to bore into her very soul. His simple white kurta stretched across his broad chest, highlighting his chiseled physique.
The two clashed swords, their blades flashing in the sunlight as they exchanged blow for blow. The woman's movements were fluid and agile, her sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. Her opponent, however, relied on brute strength, his powerful strokes sending her stumbling backward.
The girl's face scrunched up in a pout, her eyes sparkling with mock anger. "Ah Bhai sa!!" she whined, her voice dripping with exasperation.
"Arre, thodi kamzor nahi hai na tu?" [Hey, aren't you a bit weak?] the man teased, his deep laughter rumbling through the air as he gazed at her.
The girl's expression turned indignant. "Kamzor? Main? Kabhi nahi!" [Weak? Me? Never!] she protested, her hands on her hips.
The man chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ok ok, ab nhi chalunga talwar jor se...hm," [Okay, okay, I won't wield the sword so strongly now...] he said, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender, his palms facing outward.
"Accha, phir se karenge?" [Okay, shall we do it again?] the girl asked, her face lighting up with excitement.
"Haan, phir se karenge," [Yes, we'll do it again] the man replied, smiling. "Lekin is baar, main thoda aasan karunga." [But this time, I'll make it a bit easier.]
The girl grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Chalo, accha hai." [Okay, that's good.]
Both of them started fighting again, completely absorbed in the battle. Just then, the door guard shouted, "Savdhan Maharaj padhare rahe hai!!!" [Be careful! The Maharaj is arriving!!!]
They stopped abruptly, looking confused. Two female servants rushed towards the girl, handing her her dupatta. She gracefully wrapped it around her waist and over her head.
"Kya hua, Bhai sa? Baba sa kyu aa rahe hai yaha?" [What's going on, brother? Why is Father coming here?]
The man shrugged his shoulders, equally perplexed.
As the girl and her brother exchanged worried glances, the sound of regal footsteps echoed through the sword ground. Soon enough, Maharaj Vijay Maheshwari and his wife, Queen Amrita Maheshwari, made a majestic entrance.
The Maharaj's commanding presence was unmistakable, his strong features and piercing eyes exuding an aura of authority. Queen Amrita, resplendent in her elegant attire, walked beside him with poise and grace.
Their arrival was met with instant silence, the only sound being the soft rustling of clothes as the siblings and the servants bowed their heads in respect.
Maharaj Vijay Maheshwari's eyes twinkled with amusement as he asked, "Kaisi chal rahi hai hamari Bai sa ki talwar bazzi?" [How's our princess's sword fighting coming along?]
The girl's face turned a deep shade of pink as she shyly looked down, her eyes avoiding her father's teasing gaze. Her brother, standing beside her, chuckled softly, enjoying her embarrassment.
The girl's voice trembled slightly as she protested, "Baba sa! Aap bhi na! Agar aap is tarah bolenge toh dikhai lijiyega ham aap se gussa ho jayenge" [Father, not you too! If you speak like this, I'll show you I can get angry with you].
ESTÁS LEYENDO
💕~Maharaja's Bride~💕
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