The full moon was sparkling in the night sky. The stars were twinkling all around her (the moon). However, nobody was awake enough to look at the moon. Everyone was sleeping.In a lone bedroom, a yawn could be heard. The moon perked up, eager to show her beauty to her favourite humans. The woman the feminine yawn came from woke up, keeping a hand on her mouth, suppressing it.

She got up, stepping off her cushiony soft bed. Her long braided hair reached her waist. She stood up, as the little bells from the anklets tinkled. Even her glass bangles seemed to produce melodious music. As she got up, she neatened her cotton saree, trying to cover her breasts more properly. 

She stepped towards the window, looking outside to the moon, her gaze making the moon feel flattered. Resting her elbows on the window pane, she gave her attention to the pretty moon, making the poor moon blush. The moonlight illuminated her beautiful face. 

Looking at her long hair, golden skin, thin eyebrows, small bindi (drawing in the middle of eyebrows), straight nose and lips as red as rose petals, with a dainty little chin, it was difficult for an onlooker to tell who was more beautiful, the moon or the woman. 

She looked away, opening a drawer and finding a box of matchstick. She added oil in the lamps around her, lighting a lamp on fire. With the lamp, she lit other lamps. The light showed her thin dainty neck, round breasts which were covered by her saree, thin waist and wide hips. She was a definition of beauty. 

There was a knock on the door. She opened the door as her maids rushed inside. The maids were also beautiful but while the woman was the moon, they were just mere stars. However, even if the moon was beautiful, that did not mean that the stars were not. 

They entered and they thought about how the Princess smelt like sandalwood and jasmine. Since they were there now, they carried the woman's clothes as the little gang walked to the nearby river.A few guards accompanied them and they looked away respectfully, even though they wanted to do nothing but to see the woman. One guard said, "If I was a Prince, I would surely marry Princess Ra."Another guard sighed and said"Yes, it is regretful how nobody wants to marry such a cultured beauty because of the kingdom she is born in."The first guard nodded his head. 

In the river, the woman dipped her toe in the cold river water, before wincing in cold. The maids around her teased her,"Don't you play the same game with this river everyday, Princess?"The woman, who was a Princess, blushed as she complained,"What can I do? It is so cold here." 

The maids laughed, as the Princess pouted, her red juicy lips looking cute and kiss worthy. She entered the river, going inside. The river water was cold but once inside, it did not feel as cold.A maid opened a paper packet of ubtan (herbal paste for bathing) she had brought. The Princess used the ubtan to clean herself, joining her hands and going underwater three times, chanting mantras for Surya Deva (Sun God). 

As if wanting to show himself to the demure woman who worshipped him daily, Surya Deva started throwing young rays of sun. The sunrays reflected off her curves, as her wet saree stuck to her curves properly. She looked like a divine apsara (nymph), standing there with her hands joined. She opened her eyes, her brown eyes beholding the sun. She bowed down in front of the Sun, a soft smile appearing on her lips. After she was done bathing, she stepped out of the river, her anklets and glass bangles tinkling. 

The sun seemed to give her golden skin a golden glow, making her look godly. Her face seemed to be glowing, playing with the lights and shadows. She removed her saree, before wearing another saree.  She wore a cotton blue saree. The dark blue colour seemed to make her look fairer than what she was. She was positively glowing. As she got ready, her maids were busy washing her earlier saree so that they could take it with them and hang it in the palace.

The sun was up now and along with the sun, so were the people. She was seeing how people were going out and about their work. She saw how women were bound and made to work like sex workers.Without her notice, like everyday, her pace fastened. She hurried to the palace, not being able to see the women of her kingdom being treated like this while she enjoyed a royal treatment. 

She entered the palace, the smell of sandalwood and jasmine following her. The maids followed her to her room. A maid helped braid her hair, putting on jasmine gajra (bunch of flowers) on her hair.Another maid rubbed sandalwood paste on her skin, making her glow. What the young Princess did not know was that a Prince had seen her when she was going to bath. This Prince had sent a letter to her father about this.The King received the letter. Seeing the letter, he wrote another letter, letting the Prince know that he was invited for dinner to the palace to discuss about the marriage proposal.