The first light of dawn touched the sandstone domes of Devgarh Palace, washing them in soft gold. The desert was still waking — the air smelled faintly of dust and mogra, the silence broken only by the call of peacocks from the royal gardens.
From her balcony on the east wing, Princess Diya Singh Rathore watched the sun rise over her city. The palace beneath her shimmered like a mirage — a blend of history and modernity. Glass corridors met ancient jharokhas; heritage walls hid elevators and chandeliers flown in from Italy. Devgarh had changed with time, but it still stood with the pride of centuries.
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