The Rajkumari

*narrator, AKA, prabhu narayana, walks in , holding mata lakshmi's hand jently in his lotus hands.
me, bows down to him and asks him the purpose of him being here, ok, now, that was a wrong question, i guess.
"why? can't i come here to welcome the person who's come to see yuh, dear??
me, astonishedly looks at hari in ammusement.
clearing his Throat, he began narrating my story and i listen intently.
once in a small land of wattpad, there joined a girl named nimisha. she'd loved reading, writing, and singing.
she loved me  oh what to do, i am such a charmer.
he winkes at me and i sighs.
she was a student and had wrote three stories related to me.
me, blinking at him and looking at him pleadingly, "prabhu, thats  not true. don't say thus, hari. all my stories has you in a way or the other.
he, smiles at me as mata wrapps an arm arround me and gives me an "ohyouknowhe'sdramatic look"
i joins my hands to him in Reverence, and makes both of them sit and they look at you, with their lotus eyes who's entered this world of fantasy and imagination, which's gone really wild, i guess.
"i jently wash his feat and offers the water to all you people and after i'd given him everything he wanted, ....
"now, shall i leave?". he asked and ishake my head. "you'd walked in, my priy prabhu, on your own. so kindly, stay here, oh lakshmipati and bless us readers and writers alike, that we could go more forword and live more happily in life.
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