Prologue

Scene — 1

A woman in a white and golden anarkali suit looked ethereal against her fair skin. The golden hues of the setting sun kissed her gently, a warm glow unfurling like poetry across her face. Without a touch of makeup, she radiated her raw essence—soft, effortless, untouched by artifice. The light caressed her cheekbones, tracing the gentle curves of her features, and her earrings added a shimmering emphasis to her already glowing beauty.

                                                   A piece of nature rested quietly in her deep green eyes, their gaze tranquil and soulful. Her long eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a sleeping butterfly, and a petal-like smile played on her lips. With every flick of her wrist, metal kissed metal—her bangles chimed, sending a soft symphony into motion. The delicate melody echoed through the silence, dancing on the edge of stillness. As her feet moved, the ghungroos on her ankles joined the rhythm, creating a harmony of silver and sound.

Her open hair flew freely in the wind, brushing against her cheeks, kissing her whole face like nature itself was adoring her. The breeze whispered secrets through the twilight, carrying the scent of earth and promise. In that fleeting moment, she was the sunset itself—free, luminous, and breathtakingly real.

In the background, a soft melody played. Her hands and feet moved gracefully in sync with the music. She was dancing alone in a quiet part of the place—where very few people came.

She moved with perfect rhythm, her movements fluid and expressive, as though the song was written just for her.

Bol na halke-halke, bol na halke-halke

Honth se halke-halke, bol na halke

Bol na halke-halke, bol na halke-halke

Honth se halke-halke, bol na halke

She sang along softly, her melodic voice echoing into the open sky, causing the birds to fall silent—mesmerized by her presence. Her eyes imagined a couple dancing to this song, lost in a sacred silence shared between two souls in love. It spoke of intimacy—one that needed no grand declarations.
Ma pa ni dha ga ma re sa ga ma re

Pa ni sa dha ga ma dha pa

As the sargam echoed, her feet moved swiftly. Then, she twirled gracefully, her dupatta—which was tucked into her waist—slowly coming loose, flowing with the wind, adding more elegance to her dance.

Umrein lagi kehte huye

Do lafz the, ek baat thi

Woh ek din sau saal ka

Sau saal ki woh raat thi

The lyrics became a melodic interlude—where music spoke when words failed. It expressed how a few simple words could hold oceans of feeling. A single day or night with a loved one could feel like eternity. A bird perched gently on her shoulder, still and unafraid. Others tugged soft flowers into her hair like nature was adorning her.

Kaisa lage jo chup-chaap donon

Oh, pal-pal mein poori sadiyaan bita dein, bol...

As this stanza played, she brought her palms softly to her lips, a gesture asking for silence. It painted a picture where stillness said more than words—a kind of love where even quiet moments became infinite. Above her, birds flew in circles, as though dancing with her.

Bol na halke-halke, bol na halke-halke

Honth se halke-halke...

Her feet glided as a soft breeze touched her face, feeling like gentle kisses on her skin, on her ears, on her eyelids.

Oh, dhaage tod laao chaandni se noor ke

Oh, ghoonghat hi bana lo roshni se noor ke

She pulled her dupatta over her head, closing her eyes to feel the depth of the moment. Moonlight here symbolized purity and magic. The veil made from light symbolized a sacred, hidden union between lovers wrapped in a world untouched by noise.

Sharm aa gayi toh (aagosh mein lo)

Oh, saanson se uljhi rahein meri saansein

The emotions in this verse painted closeness—physical and emotional. A red blush rose on her cheeks as she imagined a love where even breath was shared. A bird smiled from above and gently brushed its wing against her ear, as if to wake her from the dream.

Bol na halke-halke, bol na halke-halke

Honth se halke-halke, bol na halke

Bol na (halke-halke), bol na (halke-halke)

Honth se halke-halke, bol na halke

With the last stanza, she felt as if she possessed a kind of magical charm. Her presence, beauty, and spirit seemed to cast a spell around her. She was elegance personified—mythical, mysterious, divine.

With her final step, she danced effortlessly, creating a world beyond this one. She moved like poetry stitched into the fabric of time—fluid, divine. Every step carried the grace of something ancient, something celestial. Those who saw her didn't just watch—they felt her, as if a goddess had descended for a moment to touch the earth.

The air itself sang with her rhythm. Even the birds paused, enchanted. She didn’t just dance—she whispered to the universe, and the universe answered with reverence.

She looked at the time. It was 7:30 PM. Smiling at the birds, she silently thanked them for dancing with her. With a graceful bow, she said goodbye and turned towards a quiet, dark street, wondering what excuse she would give for arriving at the palace so late.

As she stepped forward, a sharp sound pierced the silence.

A scream.

She paused, thinking she had imagined it. But then again—

“Ahhhhhhh… help!” Startled, she turned to see where the voice was coming from. Her feet froze.

A group of four boys was harassing a young girl—barely 10 years old. The girl screamed and begged them to stop, pleading for help.

“Ahhh… le… leave… me… please…” she cried.

They ignored her, tearing at her clothes like animals. Their eyes were cruel, hungry. One said, “Look at you, baby girl… so delicate, so young… addictive, just for us.”

They began touching her.

She didn’t know what she could do. She was just fifteen. Alone. Who could she call? But then she remembered her Bui’s words: "You are a princess, beta. You are not made to fear anyone. You have the strength to protect yourself and your people. Use your courage, your inner power."

With that, she stepped forward. She bent to the ground, picked up a handful of stones, clutching them tightly in her fists. She threw them with force—one after another—at the men.

They howled.

“Stop it, you bastard…!”

She didn’t stop.

One of them yelled again, “If you don’t stop… the consequences won’t be good!”

She paused—not out of fear, but because the stones were finished. As they charged toward her, she began to run, throwing whatever she could grab along the way.

Behind her, one shouted—

“Pakdo usse! Don’t let the bird escape! She came as our prey—now it’ll be even more fun!” (Grab her!)

but didn't stop insted She threw anything in her path to slow them down, but fate betrayed her. Her foot slipped on a rock. She stumbled, fell to the ground.

“Stay away from me! Or the consequences… will be terrible!” she screamed, her voice full of fire. Her eyes were red with rage. She fought to free herself, but they held her tightly.

One man stepped forward and held her jaw.

“You’re even more beautiful. You’ll taste sweeter. Your honey-like body is driving me insane.”

Disgusted, her stomach turned. She didn’t know what else to do. So—without hesitation—she spat in his face, purposefully, powerfully. A silent declaration of revolt.

“You bloody woman!”

A hard slap landed across her right cheek.

“You think you're proud of your beauty? Let me break every ounce of that pride!”

He pulled her dangerously close  towards himself in a menacing manner and tore off her upper clothes, holding her tightly. He slapped her hard on her face and breast., ready to strike—
“Ahhhhhhh… Maaaaa!”

With a scream, the girl jolted awake in her bed—crying, clutching her face, trembling as she struggled to breathe.

She rocked herself gently… trying to calm the storm inside her.

And that… was the beginning.
Scene--2

A man in a dark blue shirt and black pants stood effortlessly handsome. As if the dim room light made his fair skin glow, his well-groomed beard and mustache matched his aura. His deep blue eyes held the depth of an ocean—sometimes calm, sometimes intense—with pain lurking in them, like a tsunami that chose softness after destruction.

Beside him stood a woman in a printed blue skirt and a black sleeveless top. She had hidden her face, but her beauty wasn't loud—it was the kind that stole your breath , like a sudden breeze brushing her face. Her long hair flowed like ink in the wind, adorned with a gajra in her hair and wrists. Her deep green eyes sparkled with calmness, warmth, and secrets—just like a forest that quietly holds wonders.

The weather was cool—the beginning of winter. That kind of cold that doesn't bite, but whispers. The room smelled of roses, mingled with the divine aroma of her gajra. The fragrance floated all around, intoxicating him like a gentle spell.

Their soft laughter echoed in the room. He looked at her—not just as someone beside him, but as someone who felt like home. She teased him about the top four buttons of his shirt being undone. He smirked, eyes narrowing playfully, and leaned closer.

"You always notice too much.  Let's dance," leave shaky breath,he murmured, voice low and warm.

She gave him a small nod, then started singing in her melodic voice, standing ready to dance.

"Ooht mein chupke dekh rahe the,

Chaand ke pichhe, pichhe the"

As she sang this line, standing straight, he stood behind her, only seeing her face from the back. He moved both his hands forward in front of her eyes, as if closing them softly. Then he placed his index finger under her chin and gently turned her face toward him. Their eyes met.

She placed a finger on his lips. He moved her finger away and leaned closer, but just as she was about to kiss his cheek, he stopped her by placing a finger on her lips. Then he moved one arm in front of her eyes, forming a fist. She tapped her finger on it, and he opened his fist to form a heart shape. She placed her palm against his, forming a 'chaand' (moon). Then he bent down behind her, playfully hiding, and held both her shoulders. Seeing her from the side of her arms, he smiled—and she turned slightly, shyly closing her eyes, butterflies fluttering inside them both.

"Saara jahaan dekha,

Dekha na aakhon mein, palako ke niche the..."

As she sang, he came in front of her. One hand gently touched her neck, the other held her waist. They locked eyes. He blinked slowly; she smiled and looked down, feeling shy. He placed his wrist on her neck and traced a circle with his finger. She mirrored his movement with her head. Then, from behind, he closed her eyes with his palms—but didn’t let go. She held his hands and moved them away.

He placed a hand on her neck again, and twirled her. Now they stood face to face. He touched both her eyes with his fingers, and she opened them—then hugged him. She tilted her head slightly. He cradled her face in his palm, their foreheads touching. He smiled into her eyes; she closed hers under his intense gaze, his finger resting softly under her chin.

"Aa chal kahin, samay se pare…

Samay se pare… chal de kahin…”

As this stanza began, she sang while he stood behind her, gently touching her shoulder. She placed her palm on her head, then brought her cheek to his cheek, eyes closed—finding peace in him. They began walking in place, robotically.

He moved one hand to touch her wrist, the other encircled her wrist with his palm—creating the illusion of a watch, signifying 'samay' (time). Then, using his hand, he pushed hers gently and brought it to his cheek, gazing at her. Their palms met and circled each other. She held his wrist—where he wore a watch—and they turned, eyes locked.

Now she stood behind him, mirroring his steps as they continued walking in place, robotic yet fluid. She watched his face with a smile; he stared forward, smiling faintly.

"Tu bhi akhiyon se kabhi,

Meri akhiyon ki sun…”

He bent slightly toward her, eyes soft with wonder. Raising a single eyebrow, he smiled. She closed her eyes with her palm, then used the same palm to cover his eyes. Next, she gently placed her palm on his lips. He kissed her hand, moved closer to her ear, whispered something, and kissed her ear. She smiled as she opened her eyes. He opened his too, gazing at her.

She stepped back slightly. He placed a hand on her waist, pulled her close, and their foreheads touched—closing the stanza, their stomachs fluttering with butterflies. And just like that, another dance began.

"Sooraj ko hui haraarat,

Raaton ko kare sharaarat

Baitha hai khidki pe teri"

He sang in his beautiful voice, standing behind her. He placed his right hand on his eyes, closing them. She gently pushed his hand away. Then he placed his left hand on her eyes, shielding her from imaginary sunlight. He raised his palm in front of her like it held the sun. She reached for it too, touching the imaginary sun.

Then, with his left  finger, he tapped her palm and leave the imaginary sun and snapped his fingers—she closed her eyes as if falling asleep. He supported her head gently, then blew a light breath near her ear to wake her. She opened her eyes hold his ear. He pretended to feel pain in his ear and touched it. She moved her hand to comfort him. Then he placed both hands on her shoulders, gently bending her down, as if she was sitting.

He shaped a window with his fingers, she moved her head toward it, mimicking a view outside. All this time, he didn't take his eyes off her—not for a second. Each touch carried a thousand emotions between them.

"Haan, is baat pe chaand bhi bigaḍa,

Qatra-qatra vo pighla

Bhar aaya aankhon mein meri"

She started singing. Her body turned slightly to the left, and she placed her hand near her lips. He stood still, watching. She formed a 'chaand' with her palms, bringing it in front of him. He rested his chin on it, eyes closed. She caressed his hair with one hand while the other supported his chin.

She returned to her spot and traced her finger on her cheek, like a teardrop falling. Then she stepped toward him, holding his arm as he melted, bending down. She stood behind him, seeing his face from above.

He looked up slightly to catch her gaze. Then, placing a hand on the back of her neck, she twirled once. He stood still, eyes tracing her face from the corner. He moved his fingers before her eyes doing some step, and she responded by matching his gestures with her eyes.

"To sooraj bujha doon,

Tujhe main saja doon

Savera ho tujhse hi kal"

He sang, performing his step while making her stand in front of his eyes. With one hand, he slid down as if extinguishing the sun. She created a mirror using her hand, and he used his finger to apply imaginary kajal on her eyes—adoring her silently.

He thought to himself—how lucky he was to have her. Dancing with her felt overwhelmingly divine.

"Falak tak chal saath mere

Falak tak chal, saath chal"

She faced left. He faced right. Their backs touched, a little distance between them. They joined fingers, then gently pulled each other in and locked arms, staring into each other’s eyes. They began walking in place, robotic and synchronized. The dance ended with soft laughter.

He began singing another song:

"Chalun main tere peeche peeche

Baaki saare bandhan tod doon”

“Jo tere tak na jaaye

Us raste ko chhod doon”

She stood, looking left. He stood behind her, his wrist resting on her back. They began moving like shadows. Then she held his hand that was on her back, symbolizing the breaking of all ties.

He walked his fingers gently over her shoulder, then placed a palm above her eyes, showing the path he was leaving behind. They danced with such intensity—it felt like they were in another world.

"Har khwab mera, umeed meri

Main tujhe jod doon”

“Sab rishte naate hans ke tod doon

Bas tujh se dil ka rishta jod doon”

He held her palm, placing something imaginary in it—his hopes and dreams. Then, he made her stand in front of him. Looking into each other’s eyes, he took his locket, placed it in her finger.

She held the locket and pressed her palm to his cheek. with the same where she hold locket, He held her waist and swayed with her gently. Then he tapped her fingers, making her release the locket.

He held her waist with one hand, her left hand with the other, spinning her in front of a mirror. He stood behind her, hugging her from behind—ending their dance in overwhelming happiness feeling divine dacing with eachother.

She sat on the bed. He sat in front of her on the floor, resting his chin on her lap, looking up at her face.

She asked in a soft, hesitant voice, full of insecurities:

"Kya... main sach mein... main itni acchi dikhti hoon... jitni...... aapki aankhein... mujhe meri khoobsurti dikhati hai... jitna aap mujhse ishq karte hain...." ("Do I really look as beautiful as your eyes make me feel—just as deeply as you love me?")

Her tone is soft, unsure, emotional, full of vulnerability and awe. she expresses doubt and wonder about her own beauty, seen through the boy's love. She feels small and overwhelmed by his gaze.

She touched her forehead to his. He chuckled softly, sensing her doubts, and  he replies in a way that’s poetic, gentle, and reflective. Perfectly aligned, loving voice:

"I didn't fall in love with your face…

I fell in love with your eyes.

Behind the veil, your true self —

I saw it reflected in them.

Your eyes tried to tell me who you are…

But this helpless heart knows —

Even they lied.

Because if your eyes are this beautiful,

You must be even more beyond."

She talks about his eyes making her feel beautiful; he flips it — saying her eyes made him fall, yet even her eyes couldn’t fully express her depth. instead of just validating her, the men goes deeper, shifting the focus from physical beauty to the soul behind her eyes,and the moment — turn admiration into reverence.

She frowned, slightly curious, but her insecurities didn't faded, full of hesitation, fear, and quiet confrontation. The girl is asking something incredibly raw:

and asked again:

"Aap... kehte hain... aap ishq... karte hain humse... kya sach karte hain ya aaj kal ke jaise... shamay beeta rahe hai...?"

("You say... you love me... do you truly mean it, or are you just passing time like people do these days?")  

He became serious, but little did he known that  it wasn’t she but her fears and Insecurities speaking.

"Jab se aapse mila hoon,

maine kabhi parde ke peeche ka chehra nahi dekha.

Aur aap poochti hain — hum aapse kitna ishq karte hain?

Aap chahe zindagi bhar us raaz ko chhupaye rahiye,

parantu meri mohabbat pe toh sawaal na uthaiye."

He doesn’t panic or rush to prove it. Instead, he responds with a quiet hurt and unshakable love. That’s powerful.

She’s vulnerable but cautious.

He’s steady but wounded — not angry, just asking not to question the sacredness of his love. It respects her doubt without surrendering to it.

He’s not forcing her to believe — just asking her to respect what he feels.

She blushed, but suddenly her smile faded. She stood and walked to the mirror, whispering:

"Hum... acche nahi hain... hume... koi pasand bhi nahi karta... hum rajkumari sirf naam ke hain... hume koi....koi aapnata bhi nhi....aur kyun hi aapnaye...... yeh  log aisi rajkumari ko jo aapna chehra chhupa ke ghumri ho.."

("I am not good enough... no one even likes me... I am a princess only in name... no one truly accepts me... and why would they?

These people don’t deserve a princess who hides her face and walks in silence...")

She’s at her lowest emotionally — raw, insecure, and full of self-doubt.

This is her moment of collapse, where even her identity feels like a burden. It’s not just self-hate — it’s a deep loneliness.

A tear slid from her eye.

Suddenly, a soft, melodic voice sang behind her:

"Murali ki taanon se, vedon-puraanon se

Mohan ki Geeta ke jaise tum"

He walked toward her, turned her around, and wiped her tears gently. Caressing her hair and hugging her close, he sang:

"Tum se hai acchai, tum se hi sachchai

Tulsi ki Sita ke jaise tum"

She melted in his arms. Hugging him tightly, afraid to lose him like if she leave him then her insecurities will eat her. Feeling her emotions, he whispered in her ear:

"Main... aapko chhod kar nahi jaunga... kabhi nahi... main yahi hoon... aapke paas...

Chahe poori duniya aapko apnaye na apnaye...Maine aapko... apnaya hai...Poori duniya pasand kare ya na kare...Humne aapko apna bana liya...Koi aapko rajkumari maane ya na maane, aap humari rani hain...Hum aapke hain, aapka...Aapka haq hai humpe...Aapko jab bhi aapki khamiyan satayein, Toh aap hamare paas aa jaaiye...Hum aapko apni baahon mein bhar lenge...Aur aapki khoobiyaan aapko ginwaayenge..." ("I will never leave you... never... I am right here, by your side...

Even if the whole world accepts you or not... I have accepted you...

Whether the world likes you or not... I have made you mine...

No matter if anyone sees you as a princess or not, you are my queen...

I am yours, completely... You have every right over me...

Whenever your flaws trouble you, just come to me...

I will hold you in my arms... and remind you of all your beautiful qualities...")
A single tear slipped from the eyes of a woman sitting on a chair in front of the mirror. Dressed in her bridal look, she looked breathtakingly beautiful—ethereal, like a vision of serenity. But something was missing within her today.

Behind the veil she always used to hide her face, her beauty had always shone through her eyes. Her deep green eyes were her strength—always glowing, always revealing the beauty she never spoke of and never saw.

But today… her eyes were barren.

Like a forest stripped of its leaves, her soul reflected through those eyes showed no light, no life. The glow, the spark, the quiet pride in her gaze—it was all missing. Even her eyes refused to tell her how beautiful she looked today. As if they, too, were mourning.

She blinked slowly, and a tear rolled down her cheek, and then she whispered…

"Aapne... kaha tha... aap hume kabhi nahi chhodke jaoge...Par aap chale gaye.....Aapne kaha tha... humara haq hai aap pe.....Par aap... aaj kyun nahi hain yahaan pe......Aapne kaha tha... jab bhi mujhe meri khamiyan satayengi...Toh main aapke paas aa jaaun.....Aur aap... hume apni baahon mein bhar loge.....Toh bas... ek baar.....Aap apni baahon mein mujhe bhar lo......Na bas... ek baar......Aa jao..."  ("You said... you would never leave me... but you left...

You said... I have a right over you... but today, why are you not here...?

You said... whenever my flaws trouble me... I should come to you...

And you would hold me in your arms...

So just once... hold me in your arms...

Not just once... come back...")

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