370 BC
The air inside the grand palace of Suryapur was thick with the scent of burning incense, a mixture of sandalwood, jasmine, and cloves that curled through the halls like unseen fingers. Tall, arched ceilings loomed above, adorned with intricate carvings of celestial beings and victorious warriors, each detail telling a silent tale of the kingdom’s grandeur. The golden chandeliers overhead shimmered with the flickering glow of hundreds of oil lamps, their flames swaying gently as though whispering secrets to the walls. The marbled floors, inlaid with delicate patterns of ivory and lapis lazuli, reflected the ambient glow, giving the entire palace an ethereal aura. Every step the girls took echoed in the vast corridors, their embroidered lehengas whispering against the polished stone.
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