Chakor's eyes widened with excitement. She had heard stories about Prince Vikram, who was known for his bravery and good looks. She couldn't wait to meet him.
The prince was greeted with traditional Indian hospitality, and he was showered with gifts and praise. Chakor watched as he effortlessly charmed the guests, his smile and laughter winning over everyone's hearts.
"The pleasure was mine, Prince Vikram," Chakor replied, her heart racing with excitement.
As the evening wore on, Chakor's parents announced the arrival of Prince Vikram. The room fell silent as the prince entered, accompanied by his guards and advisors. Chakor couldn't help but stare at him, taking in his handsome face and impressive physique.
Chakor walked over to her mother and sat down at her feet. "Mother, what's all the excitement about?" she asked, looking around at the crowd of people gathered in the hall.
As Chakor finished getting ready, she made her way to the main hall of the haveli, where her family was waiting for her. Her mother, Rukmini, was seated on a throne-like chair, surrounded by her sisters and cousins. The women were all dressed in their finest clothes and jewelry, and the air was filled with the scent of perfume and incense.