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Sawai (Prince) Vikrant Singh Rathore, the dashing and regal heir to the Jodhpur's throne, stood at the balcony of his grand palace, gazing at the twinkling stars above. As the evening breeze gently played with Meera's hair, Vikrant found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Vikrant: (leaning against the balcony railing) Meera, you look radiant under the moonlight. Meera: (looking up, her eyes locking with Vikrant's) Mr. Rathore, it's the magic of this palace and the night that surrounds us. Vikrant: (stepping closer) No, it is the magic of your presence that illuminates everything around you. My heart finds solace in your company, and yet, it races with desire whenever you're near. Meera's cheeks flushed, and she lowered her gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. The beauty of the Prince's words left her breathless. Vikrant: (reaching out and tilting her chin up to meet his gaze) When I look into your eyes, pretty one, I see a reflection of my own desires. Your eyes tell me that you want me as much as I want you. Your heart seeks what my heart seeks Meera. Than why this resistance? Meera: (whispers) And what does your heart seek, Mr. Rathore? Vikrant: It seeks you, gorgeous. It seeks the tenderness of your touch, the warmth of your embrace, and the sweetness of your lips. It seeks your company till eternity. Meera's heart thumped wildly in her chest as the Prince's words stirred a whirlwind of emotions within her. Meera found herself drawn towards him even after all her resistance. He crashed all the walls she had built around her heart. Meera let go of the rope of resistance she was desperately trying to hold, finally letting herself fall off the cliff into the river of his love. "I will never fall for him." - She recalled her oath and smiled.
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