Was working on a scene. So posting here as I am jobless.😆
The young girl went to the balcony and looked at the sun. It was a bright day. Playfully, she tried to shape the sun with her hands in the air. It looked like two black hands trying to protect the shining ball of fire. "Ahh..It looks so close and dear to me. But it is smaller than it was yesterday." she whispered to herself. "Prithaa.." the voice of her playmaid broke her chain of thoughts about the beautiful sun, and her best friend, according to her. "Come Princess. Its time for you to serve the sages who have come today. It is almost noon, and they will be ready for their meals any moment." Pritha smiled to herself. She did not look back. The wind brought strodes of Pritha's long, shiny black hair on her face, which she removed herself. Tall, slender and bright, Pritha's body curves were near perfect. She had a casual expression in her face most times. Her grey eyes were not much expressive. The princess was an introvert. She did not share anything much with the people around her, but showed what how she felt with her deeds. One thing gave Pritha pleasure like nothing, taking care of others. She was excellent at household work. Maybe because she wasn't from royal patronage originally. As a child, she was given to King Kunti-bhoj by her biological father Shrutasen. But by no means was she less than any princess. Kuntibhoj loved his adopted daughter dearly, and never did Pritha have any complaints with it. Officially, she was given the name Kunti, which meant she was from Kuntibhoj. But in her own little moments, Kunti liked to call herself by her own name, Pritha. "I will get ready myself today." Pritha said, making an excuse for a little more time alone. "Are you sure? It is late. Rishi Durvasa is known for his temper. If he is displeased.." the maid said innocently. "I will make sure I don't annoy him. Don't worry!" Pritha said, getting up and vanishing into the interiors.
She walked in quickly into the room where the guests were served. With a huge pot of hot ghee in her left hand, and a huge bowl of rice in the other, she quickly moved towards the sages. She gently scooped out the rice and ghee and served the sages gently. After all the sages had left, giving Pritha their blessings, the main guest, and the most famous of sages, Rishi Durvasa still remained in the room. "Did you just serve us in such a well manner for some blessings and boons?" he asked Pritha, with a heavy but mild voice. "I don't believe in boons." Pritha replied. One would never except a girl to say freely what she felt. but Pritha did not find anything very strange in not believing in boons. Durvasa grabbed her right hand. "Even I don't. They make no sense at all. But favours do." "Yes they do. I would love to get a favour." Pritha replied. "That is, if you ask for one. Favours don't come just like that. But be careful what you ask for. Always remember that." Durvasa told what sages would tell anyone serving them. Favours were very much in demand. Everyone wanted one. But the question was, if favours were at all always bound to be favourable.
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