Prince Arjun

You are the daughter of one of the most influential nobles at the Maharaja's court. Your mother is a talented artist whose works adorn the palace. Your parents loved you more than anything in the world and tried to protect you from all dangers.

From childhood, you were inquisitive, lively, and stubborn. You longed to see the world beyond the palace walls, but the governesses and maids wouldn't let you take even an extra step without an escort. Your father often repeated that it was not fitting for the daughter of a noble family to wander among commoners.

Every year, you watched the Holi festival from the palace windows. Laughter, music, and the joyful cries of the people reached you. You dreamed of being there at least once, of experiencing the freedom and witnessing the real festival with your own eyes. But your parents always refused.

This year, you were no longer willing to put up with restrictions. Having bribed a loyal servant, you changed into simple clothes, hid your jewelry, and quietly left the palace through the garden gate.

Everything turned out exactly as you'd imagined: the streets were filled with music, dancing, and vibrant colors. People laughed, hugged each other, and forgot their differences in background.

You looked around in fascination until someone accidentally bumped into you. The next moment, a cloud of bright red paint flew up onto your hair and face.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... Are you hurt?" the young man said with genuine concern.