A/N - Things said in bold+italics are in Mleccha Language.

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The sounds of chants were coming from, the small temple, which had a shivling over which milk was being poured by a young girl, around the age of 18 or so.

"Shambhu, this is my 16th somvar. Now please give me a husband quite like yourself. Even better if he's one of those great Aryas." The girl said in whispers, firmly joining her hands.

"Rajkumari Dhisana ! Rajkumari Dhisana !" Some little girls came running to her.

"What is it ?" Dhisana asked turning around.

"The story !" The girls said.

"Right." Dhisana smiled as she sat down at the steps of the temple. The little girls sat, surrounding her from all directions.

"Where were we last time ?" She asked.

"The prince defeated the wicked king and freed the princess." One of the girls said, enthusiastically.

"Right. After defeating the wicked king and his people, the prince went to the princess. Riding a stallion. Wearing his armour. He looked as splendid as the sun itself." Dhisana said, a silly smile lacing on her lips, a red tint evident on her face.

"And then ?" The eyes of the young girls were wide with curiosity, as they looked at the tribal princess, dusky in complexion.

"The princess saw his eyes. They carried a wildfire in them. Those flares in his eyes burnt the heart of the princess, who had fallen in love." The princess said while fiddling with a lock of her hair.

"Continue please." The girls requested.

"And then they both sat on his horse. And rode away to the horizon." She told.

"And then ?" The girls asked.

"The end." Dhisana said shrugging her shoulders, a wide smile adorning her reddish lips.

"Princess Dhisana, one day your prince shall also come riding a horse, wouldn't he ?" Those little girls couldn't help but ask, as they giggled.

"If prabhu Shambhu wishes so." She smiled shyly. "Then my prince too shall come one day, riding a stallion, he shall pick me up in his arms and make me sit on his horse." She said dreamily.

The princess had always dreamt of her hero coming on a majestic horse with his armor shining in the sunlight. After all, she had reached an age where these thoughts kept occupying her mind. To find a suitable partner she had even kept the vrat of 16 somvars.

"Princess, will you be cooking for him also ?" A girl asked.

"Ofcourse. I have to put my cooking skills to use." Dhisana said.

"That man will be a lucky Mleccha, for your cooking is the best !" One girl said.

"Or maybe, he'd be an Arya." Another girl said.

"I have heard those Aryas are extremely charming, brave and knowledgeable. Some even compare them to gods." That girl said.

"I too have heard." Dhisana said with a smile, looking down at her hands, "They are big, strong and chivalrous. Some of them are godlike in their virtues." Dhisana said.

"Praising those Aryas again ?" A voice said which made Dhisana afraid.

She looked up and saw she her brother, the king of Mlecchas who's head was adorned with dreadlocks. He was accompanied by two Mleccha guards with shaved heads, holding spears.

Dhisana stood up and went in front of him, kneeling down in reverence or fear, perhaps.

"Salutations to you, king." She said.

And in reply all she got was a harsh kick, on her shoulder which made her fall backward with a wince.

"The Mleccha people already don't respect you. Now you're brainwashing their children in believing that Aryas are great !? Don't you have any shame left !?" The Mlecch-raj asked.

Dhisana looked at him before lowering her eyes. Suddenly she was pulled up by her hair, by her one who was supposed to be her brother.

"I had thought that making you learn the tongue of Arya will help me in communicating with them. BUT ALL YOU DO NOW IS PRAISE THEM !" He yelled.

"They are worthy to be praised." Dhisana said.

"THEY ARE OUR ENEMIES !" The Mlecch-raj said as he threw her back at the ground, "When we attack and oppress them tomorrow, you'll see how petty and pitiful those Aryas will become." He proclaimed.

Huffing in anger the king of Mlecchas went away with the guards following him behind. A sigh left the lips of Dhisana, it was nothing new to her.

She looked at the young girls, who were looking at her with concern. She smiled at them.

"Did I ever tell you the story about a princess who married a cursed prince ?" Dhisana asked.

"Never." The girls said in low tone.

"Then who wants to hear it ?" Dhisana asked standing up and raising her brows.

"We do !" The girls said in excitement.

"So where do we begin this time ?" Dhisana said pondering.

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The night had descended to it's glory when Manvendra along with his brave and dexterous Ashwa-rohis had reached the borders of Uttar Kuru.

"Where is this kingdom of Mlecchas, you talked about ?" Manvendra asked riding his horse through the pathway amidst the forest, with his Ashwa-rohis following him behind.

"Right outside the fortress. They had settled their peacefully sometime ago, and claimed it to be their kingdom. I didn't suspect them to plan an attack, but our spies told us otherwise." Ashwasen said, riding beside the son of Vidur.

"Ashwasen, the uncivilized are always at war with the civilization." Manvendra said.

"Then let's show them the power of the civilized. Let them taste the strength of Arya." Ashwasen said.

"We must hurry and set our camps, before sunrise." Manvendra said.

"You heard the prince ?" Ashwasen asked the soldiers.

"YES !" The Ashwa-rohis said in unison.

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Oooooh Dhisana.... Mahadev definitely gonna grant your wish 😂😂