A soft jingling of anklets echoed through the grand corridors of the haveli. A girl in her early 20s ran across the corridor, giggling and laughing. Her hand adorned with a golden bangle as she gripped her lehenga tightly, preventing herself from falling down. Her carefree giggles filled the air. The light streamed down the carved windows, setting a uniform and glittering glow across her white and chubby body, making her appear no less than a goddess. Her almond-shaped hazel-brown eyes were lined with kohl while her wavy and shiny hair was crowned with varieties of flowers. Her lips, naturally shaded pink, were curved in an irresistible smile. 

“Zara pakad to dikhaye Kuwar sa.”