The red lehenga shimmered like a dream in the moonlight, as Madhurani, an apsara from heaven, descended onto the Earth. Her full lips, naturally crimson, didn’t require a touch of rouge, and to shield her from the prying eyes of the crowd, her mother carefully applied kajal to her daughter’s eyes. Madhurani’s friends surrounded her like bees circling honey, each of them mesmerized by her beauty and grace.The whole village had gathered at Vijubha’s house today. Vijubha, usually a humble man, was filled with joy beyond measure. After all, his only daughter, Madhurani, was about to marry the powerful Rana