Dancing to Only Your Tune {Kanya of Kanyakubja}
Mesmerizer
The treatment was complete. Vatsala, who had intended to sit and rest for a moment, found herself drawn instead by the enchanting sound of a Veena echoing from the hall.
With the Mandrake roots working their magic and dulling the pain, she slowly walked toward the railing at the front of the room, curious to see who the master behind the melody was.
There he was—seated gracefully on a small stage at the center of the hall, surrounded by men who sat quietly, entranced by the music.
The very hands that had gently carried her not long ago were now caressing the Veena with the same tenderness. His fingers glided up and down the strings with such effortless grace that simply watching them brought a strange sense of calm.
The expression he wore as he played each note revealed just how deeply he cherished being on that stage.
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His mother had once been a renowned Veshya (pr0stitute) of the night market, admired and desired by many. But all her fame faded the moment she chose to bring him into the world. After all, his father—a strikingly handsome merchant from a foreign land—had stolen her heart. He left, as such men often do, but she held on to the one thing that would always remind her of him: their child.
Vatsala’s eyes scanned the man before her. Chirayu was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He had a well-built frame, yet there was something delicate, almost soft, about him.
His eyes—deep and vast—reminded her of the sea, but they held within them the weight of storms.
His lips were small, his nose finely shaped and slightly upturned. But it was his skin that stood out the most—not too dark, not too fair, but the warm, golden hue of freshly harvested honey. A rare sight on the island of Kanyak.
Vatsala
I had heard whispers that the night market dealt in men too, but I had never witnessed it with my own eyes. So… is there a bidding after this performance?
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He is indeed asked about often, but Chirayu concerns himself with nothing beyond his Veena.
Vatsala
Hmm… a beautiful man from the night market, who captivates hearts with nothing but the strings of his Veena… what a charmer,
The woman beside Vatsala glanced at her, noting how her eyes remained fixed on Chirayu. A soft chuckle escaped her lips before she commented
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A noble beauty like you, speaking so fondly of a man from a brothel… Tell me, are you planning to steal him away from us, miss?
Vatsala
Noble u say...What gave it away? I thought I had a rather decent disguise. Even he saw through it the moment we met.
Reference: Chapter 2 Chirayu- "What could have driven a 'NOBLEWOMAN' like you to venture into this seedy, red-light district, where ur safety and reputation are at risk?"
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It’s the scent, You smell like the officials from the capital… that luxurious, expensive sandalwood no one here could ever afford.
Veena
Is a plucked string instrument, a key instrument in Indian classical music, particularly in the Carnatic tradition.
Veshya
Is a term used to describe a woman who engages in prOstitution
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