**The British India**

The Valkya colony is bustling with joy as it celebrates the first wedding of a Tawaif. Rukmini gazes into the mirror, reflecting on the days leading up to this moment.

!This story is complete fiction and is purely for entertainment purposes. It's essentially a one-shot fan fiction. Kindly support this little creation.!

Kim Seokjin, a Korean Nawab, arrived in India for a business deal and was presented with the opportunity to spend a night with a famous and expensive Tawaif, Rukmini. Initially, he was reluctant to go, yet he felt fascinated by the descriptions of her beauty. He wanted to see her in person to determine whether her beauty was real or just a myth perpetuated by greedy men.

He admired her even without having seen her. His feelings were not driven by lust; it was pure devotion!

Characters

•Kim SeokJin
•Nawab, business man.
•Age:28
•Luxury is in his blood and kindness is his decision.

•Rukmini
•Beauty is her identity, and scars are her secret.
•Tawaif
•Age:22

"You know, what type of laal I'm?"
Her eyes sparked while asking; he was lost in her gaze but still managed to shake his head, and she gave a bitter smile.
"Red like lust."
He chuckled bitterly, pain visible in his eyes; he scribed in the mud, "And you know what type of red I'm?" She read it and looked at him, "No." She said; he smiled, still gazing at her beautiful brown eyes.
"Red like love."
A beat skipped her heart.

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