Rahul was a prince. Of course—that meant behaving politely and properly, choosing a wife deemed well mannered and being the heir to the throne after his father.

But his heart belonged to the village of his people. It was always so colorful there, and the village was vibrant. People would chant and dance, it was wonderful to Rahul.

on one of his usual visits, he noticed you performing. His eyes flit to your hips while you were belly dancing. You were hypnotizing. And your beauty divine.