The Pink City
The Pink City in literal terms was a jewel in Indra's crown. Nestled amidst the rugged hills and vast deserts, the city stood as a living testant to Indra's rich history and indomitable spirit. Its iconic buildings, adorned in hues of rosy pink, glead warmly under the sun, exuding an otherworldly charm.
The Pink City was a harmonious blend of old-world grandeur and modern vibrancy, the city was alive with culture and history alike. Palatial structures, like the intricate latticework of the Wind Palace and the grand courtyards of the City Citadel, whispered tales of an era that steeped in valor and artistry. Bustling streets overflowed with rchants hawking vibrant textiles, delicate jewelry, and fragrant spices, creating an explosion of color and life at every corner.
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It was the stronghold of the Rajputs, legendary warriors and rulers of Indra, who had laid the foundation of the big country since ancient tis through their courage and resilience. Their tales of bravery were woven into the very fabric of its walls. These were the n and won who had stood as unyielding defenders of their holand, who had chosen honor over surrender ti and again. Their sagas of sacrifice and resilience echoed through the corridors of the ancient forts and temples.
Every monunt seed to hold a fragnt of history—of the fierce battles fought to protect Indra's sovereignty, alliances forged and broken, and a legacy that had shaped the very identity of the nation. From the amber-stoned forts perched high above the city to the marble-dod palaces, the Pink City was a celebration of courage, culture, and continuity.
Even now, the Rajput spirit lingered in the air, a quiet but unshakable reminder of what Indra had once been and what it could aspire to beco again. The Pink City was more than a destination—it was a call to those who sought to understand the essence of Indra's soul.
And for Evan, it was a stage where his plans would unfold, where the past and future would converge.
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As the plane touched down smoothly at Maharana Pratap International Airport, a na chosen to honor one of the greatest warriors of Indra, Evan stepped out alone, dressed casually to avoid drawing attention. Today, he planned to roam the Pink City as a simple tourist—with Suri by his side, leaving his usual entourage behind.
As he walked through the airport, his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings until he spotted her. Suri stood near the entrance, her elegant silhouette unmistakable amidst the crowd. The sunlight danced off her dark, flowing hair and her flawless complexion seed to glow. She wore a soft pink dress that hugged her form in all the right ways, its delicate embroidery adding a touch of tiless grace. A silver bracelet glinted on her wrist, and a pair of delicate earrings frad her strikingly sharp yet serene features.
For a mont, Evan's breath hitched. She was breathtaking, having a vision of elegance and poise that rendered him montarily speechless.
Just as he was about to take a step toward her, two young won appeared in front of him, breaking his line of sight.
"Hi, handso," one of them said, her voice sweet and flirtatious. "Are you free?"
The other chid in, her eyes scanning him with obvious interest. "Could you help us? This load is too heavy, please."
Evan glanced at their luggage—an unruly pile of suitcases that indeed looked cumberso—but he wasn't in the mood. "That," he said politely, "I'm a bit busy—"
"Please, help us. How can frail girls like us lift such heavy things on our own."
Before he could respond, a sharp, icy glare cut through the air.
"Sorry, girls, he's taken."
The won turned to see Suri approaching, her expression cold enough to freeze their attempts at charm.
Her gaze was sharp, unyielding, and unnervingly intense.
"Pro tip—don't hit off random people just because they look good. Who knows what they are hiding underneath, isn't that right?" Suri spoke with a teasing smile, leaving Evan speechless.
"Uh…That…We weren't trying to hit on him."
"Yeah, believe us. We were just asking for help."
The two imdiately stepped back, stamring excuses before hurrying away.
Without breaking stride, Suri walked up to Evan, grabbed his tie, and gave it a firm yank. Evan stumbled slightly but followed without resistance, a helpless look on his face.
"Suri," he began, his tone almost pleading, "believe , I was going to refuse."
She stopped abruptly, turning to face him with her eyes slightly narrowed.
"You know about my past," he continued, his voice calm but firm. "I don't bother with girls and keep a safe distance. You are the only woman whom I've ever loved and co close to."
Evan's lips once again parted to say more, but she cut him off with a subtle roll of her eyes.
"I'm not angry at you," she said, snorting softly. "It's just… you're mine. And I don't like when other bitches look at you like that."
Evan blinked, unsure whether he should laugh or feel guilty about this. He opted for silence as they continued walking toward the parking lot. Suri's grip on his tie remained firm, leading him like a caged beast.
As they walked, Evan wondered what he should feel when the system's familiar voice rang.
[Making pretty won jealous is an art. You should be proud of yourself.]
Hearing this Evan nearly choked and threw a middle finger to the system with a loud snort.
As they reached the car, Suri turned without a warning, closing the small gap between them. Her cold deanor softened for a mont as she leaned in and kissed him with a gesture that was both possessive and affectionate.
"Uhh…Uhhh…"
Evan was startled and stood frozen, a mix of surprise and warmth washing over him but soon he too responded warmly, savouring the sweet and tangy taste of her lips.
When she finally pulled away, her lips curved into a small, triumphant smile.
"Let's go," she said, unlocking the car.
Evan nodded, a faint trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he followed her into the vehicle.
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