The royal palace of Ujjain hummed with excitement as the vibrant preparations for Crown-prince Prithvik's wedding unfolded. Maids scurried about, their hands deftly organizing ornate garments, shimmering jewelry, and delicate silks into meticulously packed sandooks. Each item was treated with reverence, reflecting the grandeur of the royal family.

Servants scurried about, their arms laden with exquisite garments, jeweled ornaments, and fragrant garlands, each item a testament to the opulence of the occasion, destined for Saurashtra. In the midst of this bustling scene, little Princess Krishneshwari, with her curls bouncing, radiated pure joy.

She hid behind large sandooks, peeking out with wide, sparkling eyes, and giggling as the maids busily moved around her, blissfully unaware of her playful escapades. With her tiny feet adorned with delicate anklets, each step produced a charming jingle, a symphony of innocence.

Dressed in pastel clothes that fluttered around her like a blossom in the breeze, she wove her way through piles of garments, her imagination turning the bustling palace into her own enchanted playground. Ducking behind colorful silks, she would pop out, delighting in her hide-and-seek game, her laughter infectious. The maids, momentarily distracted by their tasks, couldn't help but smile at her antics.

The room was a labyrinth of garments, perfect for her game of hide-and-seek. She scanned the bustling scene, contemplating her next hiding spot, when suddenly, she felt strong arms wrap around her.

A delighted squeal escaped her lips as she found herself lifted high in the air, cradled in the warm embrace of her father, King Dilipsen.

"Toh Rajkumari yaha hai." He said, his fingers gently pinching her small nose, causing her to scrunch her face. The sight made Dilipsen burst into laughter, the sound warm and rich like the sun breaking through the morning mist.

He turned, cradling her against his chest as he began to leave the room. The vibrant energy of the palace continued around them, but in this moment, it was just father and daughter.

Krishneshwari wriggled playfully, her little hands pushing against his arms, her voice a determined squeak, "Pitashree ! Niche !"

Understanding her intentions, the king smiled and set her down gently. As she landed on the polished floor, Krishneshwari beamed up at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement, ready to walk proudly beside her father.

With a determined sparkle in her eyes, Krishneshwari raised her tiny hand up toward Dilip’s, yearning to grasp his fingers. But the height was too great for her little arms, and so instead, she reached for his angvastra, the richly embroidered garment draped elegantly over his shoulder.

Her small fingers clutched the fabric, delighting in the softness as she steadied herself against its weight. With each step her father took, she mimicked his stride, her toddler walk unsteady yet spirited. She tottered alongside him, her bright eyes sparkling with joy. The anklets on her tiny feet chimed a delicate melody, echoing her playful essence. 

Dilip glanced down, a tender smile crossing his face as he watched her struggle to keep pace. Her earnestness, combined with the charming waddle of a toddler, was a sight to behold.

They approached Aarvi’s room, the air alive with anticipation. The ornate door swung open to reveal the queen, surrounded by attendants adjusting her regal attire. A soft light illuminated her face, and when she spotted her husband and daughter, a radiant smile broke across her features.

"Dekho toh, Rajkumari aur Maharaj ek saath," she chuckled, her voice filled with warmth.

With graceful hands, she knelt to scoop up Krishneshwari, who squealed with delight, her giggles echoing through the room. The princess clung to her mother’s neck, a cascade of laughter spilling from her lips.

Aarvi gently placed Krishneshwari on the plush bed, its silk coverlet inviting and soft. The toddler bounced slightly, her anklets jingling merrily as she settled into a fit of giggles. With a loving glance at her daughter, Aarvi gestured to her attendants, who stood by, ready to assist.

"Rajkumari ke vastra aur abhushan, le aao." she instructed with a soft command.

The maids promptly obeyed, returning with a stunning array of vibrant yellow garments that glimmered with intricate embroidery, along with sparkling jewels that caught the light like stars. As they laid the garments and treasures before the family, the atmosphere felt intimate and familial. Recognizing this, the attendants quietly retreated, leaving the king, queen, and their giggling princess to enjoy their time together.

Aarvi's fingers danced with grace as she set aside Krishneshwari's simple garments, revealing the soft, delicate skin of the little princess. The queen began by deftly draped the vibrant yellow antariya around her waist. The fabric flowed like sunlight, brightening the room. Aarvi’s touch was gentle, ensuring the garment fell perfectly while allowing freedom of movement for her playful daughter.

With a skilled hand, she secured the antariya with a jewelled Kamarbandh, several golden bells dangled from it, chiming softly with each little twist and turn of Krishneshwari’s body. The sound was enchanting, making her giggle even more as she wiggled, testing the weight of the shimmering adornment.

Next, she carefully draped a series of ornate necklaces over Krishneshwari's neck, each piece more resplendent than the last. Pearls, rubies, and emeralds cascaded across the child’s chest, glimmering against her skin and almost completely covering her torso. The cool metallic feel of the necklaces seemed to delight Krishneshwari, who twirled with joy, the gems dancing around her like a shimmering aura.

As Aarvi placed delicate armlets on her daughter’s arms and bracelets around her tiny wrists, Krishneshwari giggled, her laughter brightening the room. Next, Aarvi reached for a comb, and brushed through Krishneshwari’s dark curls with gentle strokes, coaxing the tangles free.

Finally, Aarvi held up a delicate diadem, its intricate designs glinting in the light. With utmost care, she placed it on Krishneshwari's head, a crown befitting a princess.

With a satisfied smile, Aarvi admired her work, her heart full as she took a touch of kajal and applied it behind Krishneshwari’s ear, hoping to save her from any evil eye. Dilip watched, his heart full as he saw both his beloveds radiate joy. In that moment, the palace buzzed with preparations, but within this room, time seemed to stand still, wrapped in love and laughter.

At last Aarvi’s fingers brushed against a pair of exquisite golden footwear, delicately crafted and embellished with tiny jewels. The toddler’s eyes widened in excitement, and she stretched out her feet, eager to wear them. With deft hands, Aarvi adorned her daughter’s tiny feet, with them.

"Ab Rajkumari, apne Matamah ke ghar jaane hetu sajj hai." Aarvi declared, her heart swelling with pride.

Aarvi cradled the giggling Krishneshwari in her arms, heading out of the room. Dilipsen walked beside them, his presence steady and comforting, wrapping his arm around Aarvi's waist. Together, they moved gracefully through the ornate hallways of the royal palace, the delicate fabric of Aarvi’s attire swishing softly with each step.

The vibrant colors of the palace contrasted beautifully with the delicate yellows that adorned Krishneshwari, her anklets jingling like tiny bells with every movement.

As they approached the grand courtyard, the scene unfolded like a lively tapestry. Guards stood at attention, their armor glinting in the sunlight, while majestic horses pranced, eager for the journey ahead. The chariots and carriages, adorned with intricate designs and plush interiors, awaited them.

Dilip glanced at the ornate chariot at the front, where his charioteer, Hemant, sat poised and ready. With a nod, he made his way toward the chariot, the anticipation of the upcoming celebration evident in his stride.

Meanwhile, Aarvi approached the grand carriage, its rich carvings and opulent design a reflection of royal elegance. She gently placed Krishneshwari inside, the little one’s eyes sparkling with wonder at the sight. After ensuring her daughter was settled and comfortable, Aarvi stepped inside, the servant promptly closing the door behind her.

With a signal from Kulguru Vedamurti, whose chariot was on the forefront, the procession began. Horses whinnied, and the vehicles rolled forward.

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