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anumation · 1 year

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Rajkumari Zelda

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iamtabbychan · 1 year

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My OC Rani

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jiyaarts101 · 6 days

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here my rendition of a indian Rapunzel as the rapunzal story i was told before disney here rapunzal was a daughter to two stupid peasants who thought stealing and eating magical fruits from their neighbors garden wont have any negative consequences their neighbor ended up being a witch who asked baby rapuzal as payment for her stuff yada yada tower yada yada prince happy ever after

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witchparade · 4 months

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#Arsalan Khan #indian princess

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oc-cafe · 2 years

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i made this on a browser program on a dell laptop yall BETTER appreciate it

one of these couples is canon'nt

anywAY HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

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bienbala · 6 months

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An imaginary piece... CHARACTERS: Avathara- INDIAN ROYALTY GIRL; Advik- YOUNG EMERGING ENTREPRENEUR BOY ▫️◻️▫️◻️▫️◻️▫️◻️▫️

Walking down from the aisle of carved sandstone, on both sides bordered with white camellias, the pretty white flowers that have been the pride of the Royal garden, the favorite of the first queen of the palace, Rani Chandrani, the beloved of the greatest warrior to ever rule Amargarh, Maharaja Ranjeet Singh. All these flowers were a gift to the Rani, as a symbol of compassion and loyalty, and were all over the boundaries of the bageecha, surrounding huge marble fountains, where white doves dunked and bathed and flew away letting a shower from their feathers. The aisle led to the sandstone built shade, with hand carved see through jali, there laid a diwan and Avathara came and sat there.

She had always admired the beauty of this garden, the white all around, shined brighter in the setting sun, the birds let out a melody, the old sunken love gleamed with the glowing whites around. Avathara always came to wonder how the romantic legend was still alive here. She peeked through the jali at the sunset, roamed around, then sat back again. Just to think clearly had she come out from her room, once for a while away from the Royal duties and obligations, so that she could see things through. In few minutes the pillars were lit and the helper of her dadisa, her grandmother entered from the aisle to the steps of the shade, bowed, "Rani sa asks you to come inside as it's dark". She nodded, as the help left, she sighed, looking around again, left the bageecha, expecting herself to come here once more to think through.

She was immediately rushed in to her room, and shown the dress she had to wear for the evening gala, with the neighbouring royalties and rich class allies. It was an annual event now, as no one went battling with the neighboring kingdom's in the 21st century. People from different rajgharanas gathered every year, around 8 Royal families. But Avathara cared less, being more bothered about her college starting next week, she was stuck in the thought of right and wrong, should she prefer a career or the inherited responsibilities. Whatever it shall be, she was looking forward to her college debut.

It was dark enough by now, the palace was glittery gold with all the lighting striking against the magnificent walls, the hallways were decorated and a savoury aroma was arising from the main kitchen. Seemed like a big deal and quite convincing to withdraw Avathara's attention away from her dilemma towards the grand evening. Holding her gigantic beaded skirt delicately she floated across the corridor reaching towards the front lawn where the guests had started to gather. Raja Ratnaval, one of the old friends of her grandfather, Raja Ranjeet II, was found introducing his young prince to her dadi sa. Avathara rushed next to her and greeted the friendly Raja and his young son, only to know that the young prince was thirty, not so young and was seeking to ask for her hand. Before the conversation became focused on the not so young prince and princess of Amargarh, Avathara came to her own rescue, leaving all telling them she had to check up on certain special arrangements for the night. She was heading towards the evening orchestra, she had decided the ragas that had to be played tonight and wanted to see everything was alright. She was a trained classical artist, obviously she would be wanting to present the best to her guests, she always tries to give her best, for all what she is capable of, and this didn't include being a pleasing wife to someone, that too to someone that much older than her. And it was not that marrying at a young age was a problem to her, but it was one right person she yearned for, about whom she has forever believed, would befriend her all life and make it easy for her to love. She never wanted a bondage, of course she had heard of Rani Chandrani's true love. She kept such hope for herself too.

Her beaded attire and the pastel silk glistened in the lights, making her an eye catcher. She was Avathara- meant 'reflection', she was named by her father because she carried the charisma and beauty of her mother, like it's a mirror image. But she found it half a truth, as has been quite distant from her parents since she turned three. They don't live here at the palace, they usually visited her once every month but from the past 10 years they have met her only thrice. Where they were, how they were there own their own, what they were upto back then and even now hasn't been clear to her. She had been clueless and curious about this forever.

Though she was breathtaking herself but she was oblivious and rather unbothered of the fact. As she walked back from the orchestra she bumped into a tall feminine figure, draped in a heavy lehenga, delicate hand work, the lady radiated nothing but elegance. She turned her focus to the face of the person, only to realize it was Kanika, the golden city's princess, her childhood friend. Avathara heaved looking at her gorgeous girl and went straight for a hug.

"Missed you a lot princess"

"You should be lying when you don't even want me to know that you are leaving next week", said Kanika moving away to give a sarcastic frown.

" Miss don't be mad at me I was so confused by myself, what's happening, what should I do, would I just end up doing something wrong out there alone, how would I...... "

"Calm yourself"

" I have been waiting to meet you, you understand me, you always do"

"Yeah, I do.... " They hugged each other again, Kanika giving a right assuring squeeze to her. Avathara pulled away smiling and headed towards her grandmother beckoning her, turning around she gestured to Kanika,"Meet me after the party".

The grand event ended near to ten o'clock, the two girls almost tottering in their bulky dresses, their way back to Avathara's chamber after a lavish dinner. Kanika mostly stayed back here for atleast a night when she visited. They entered into the suite and rushed towards the bed, laying at their back giggling, like they always did. Breeze swirled the silk curtain, the waning moon was lighting the room floor. Avathara turned to her side to face Kanika. Kanika tilted her head saying, "You have something up? "

"I just feel, I have this feeling you know, though I have lived away from here for camps and events, but always with people that I have known. Either it's the cousins or dadi and dada, earlier, or it has been your family. I never had to directly deal with people our there. And though I know now I get a chance for that, but, it's just, so peculiar, being on tour own and so far from home... "

"Whoa, miss, that's not a huge deal, I mean you going to college is, but being out in the world by yourself is what everyone experience somewhere, and they really are able to get through it. You will handle it. "

" I know, I would find a way somehow, I mean I got to and I would at last, how bad can a college be? Not at all, it's just getting along with people, I have null idea about it, I always meet people through family "

"That is just how you think, leave college people aren't that bad either girl, and you are a princess you might end up getting some princess treatment too" Kanika nudged her chuckling.

"No... Won't that be naive and rude, to demand certain behav-"

"You are so loose with this topic. I meant maybe you find some friends, maybe a girl, maybe a boy, maybe your lover boy-"

Avathara shooted a frowned glare at Kanika, for her to tease her that way.

"Why do you pull my leg, I am not going there for all of this. Even if I crave love doesn't mean that I would go hunting for it, it would happen when it has to. I am more focused on my degree, I really want to know myself through things, try out my potential. I don't think I have time for anything else"

Kanika turned to her side and cupped Avathara's face, "I never said that you are going out to try you love luck, I know you always aim your target, but I have a strong feeling, someone's waiting for you."

Avathara went to cup kanika's face, and giving her head a shake said, "You are excessive sometimes you know, I guess you should sleep. "

Both started to laugh and slowly dozed off amidst their conversation.

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#Indian love story #royalty #Indian princess #Romance #young love #lovers

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noideawhatever · 4 months

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I think you'd like this story: "Enchanting Blades : The Eclipsed Princess Saga" by Kadambariwrites on Wattpad.

Check out this story if you, too, are in love with gray characters and cunning princesses.

The princess in this story shows us that not every princess is kind and goody two shoes some are a combination of cleverness and chaos personified...

#bookblr #wattpad #bookworm #book quotes #books #princess #royalty #historical #fantasy #indian setting #indian princess

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artanurag · 2 years

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Rajkumari Mononoke

#ghibli wallpaper #ghibli animation #studio ghilibi #princess #south asia #indian princess #anime art

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themackenzieboydchronicles · 2 years

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The Meena Jutla Admiration Society.

The Beautiful Paige Sandhu aka Meena Jutla.

#indian princess #my queen #meena jutla #paige sandhu #emmerdale #meena jutla admiration society

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blessedchaosgod · 5 days

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Ok but and Indian Disney Princess would fix me

#disney #it doesn't even have to be disney #i just need a badass princess with fairytale lore sprinkled in #do you know how absolutely metal that would be #indian princess #princess #fairytale

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therealslimjadey94 · 5 months

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#its alive #clickbait #good vibes #wall murals #indian princess #headdress

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xanderxciv · 8 months

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For this addition to my New Classic Challenge, I go with an Indian Princess from the story, The Ivory City And Its Fairy Princess. Crazy stuff happens in this one & I'll try to sum it up:

One day a Prince REALLY screws up. He was practicing archery & unknowingly hit someone. That was reported to the king, all the boys & men were ordered to go by the house of the woman that was hit so she can ID the person that did it.

The prince & his best friend were going by to see what's happening & the woman recognized the prince. The King, his own father, was going to sentence him to execution, but the Vizier convinced the king to just exile him.

He was sent out the kingdom, with riches, but his best friend, the Vizier's son, came along. Theyre practically brothers, he got his back & in this story, he is the man with the plan.

They bumped into a family of robbers, escaped, but the riches remained. The prince later first sees the princess, he falls in love & the Vizier's son has a plan for them to meet again.

The plan works, the prince & the princess, Gulizar, arent married yet. Things are going great, but Gulizar starts to worry too much, thought the Vizier's son would get in the way, so....she tried to get him poisoned(hence why I dont have her similing. She doesn't have perfect record like the usual princesses).

The Vizier's son noticed some food was poisoned, and when he & prince realized the princess did that, the Vizier's son STILL has the prince's back. So he comes up with a plan to teach the princess a lesson. It worked, Gulizar sees that he's a friend. The son then comes up with a plan for them to get married, that works. They're welcomed back to their kingdom, but they went back the robbers' house prior, got their riches back & burned the place down.

I guess the moral of this story is dont judge a book by its cover. And the Vizier's Son is not only the perfect planner, he's the perfect wingman.

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doesephs · 4 months

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mohiniyattam fire bender

#second part to my indian dances as benders series #mohiniyattam #atla fanart #avatar the last airbender #firebender #digital art #digital painting #india #indian dance #atla #illistration #digital drawing #zuko #princess azula

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shaanrahul-blog · 2 years

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#indian princess #sweetheart

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anumation · 1 year

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The Legend of Zelda, reimagined as an ancient South Asian epic

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oc-cafe · 2 years

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Episode 1: Dusty Old Book

Once again, please check the trigger warnings before proceeding, since this story will probably have death, violence and angst and mentions of blood.

Cover made with Canva, crossposted on my AO3 account.

A silent figure walked through the busy streets of Nelaghati. Draped in a simple cotton sari and a few ornaments, she blends in easily with the bustling crowd. She pulled her pallu over her head, partly because of the heat, partly to avoid anyone recognising her.

There will be plenty of time to get back to her later. First, let us have a look around this charming town.

Nelaghati was a beautiful, busy place. Bursting with colour and life, this kingdom was sure to enthrall any who came by.

Now, our 'Silent Figure' was walking in the streets of Nelaghati's biggest marketplaces. The area is buzzing with people. Vendors selling their wares, street performers performing, a suspicious person selling even more suspicious trinkets, and so many more things, but if we stop to list them all we will never get to the point.

She hurried past all the people trying to stop her, to convince her to try their items, to warn her about all those 'other sellers' who won't have such amazing quality or prices, but eventually she escapes them all, and found her way to a secluded spot, where a horse with a velvety brown coat and a black mane was impatiently waiting for her. It neighed disapprovingly.

Now, here's two things about the horse that our reader might find interesting. One, that it belonged to Aditi, AKA our 'Silent Figure'; and two, that it bore the royal seal.

Aditi lowered her pallu and lovingly stroked the horse. She held up a dusty old book.

"Look what I got!"

The horse seemed unimpressed.

"Hey, hey, look, I'm sorry. I came back here as soon as I could."

It seemed satisfied with her - admittedly flimsy - apology and she mounted it in a second, gently squeezing its side with her legs to make it start moving.

They rode for a while, gradually gaining speed , Aditi getting more and more harrowed by the second. They soon reached the small wood that bordered the palace.

The wood was a wonderful resource, and although it was certainly very pleasant, it would take a while to get through, which only increased Aditi's distress.

"Tvarte, tvarte," She urged her horse on as calmly as she could, which was, to be fair, not very calm. "We're running late!"

Somehow managing to get to the palace in record time, she led her horse to the stables, unbridling, untacking and giving it water. She assigned the stable hand to groom it, and after making them swear not to tell anyone she had been out, she headed towards her chambers, hoping to make it there without anybody else seeing her.

"Aditi! Where have you been?!" She heard a familiar voice hiss into her ear.

"Rekha, hey, do you mind not telling anyone?"

Rekha, her handmaiden, rolled her eyes.

"You're lucky no one noticed. Yet. And what's that you're trying to hide?"

Aditi raised her hands in surrender, one hand still grasping the dusty old book.

"You got me."

"Wait, wait, wait. So you sneaked out, even though you knew that you could get into massive trouble for that, all for a Dusty Old Book?

"Yes?"

"... alright. Let's get you cleaned up before someone notices."

Aditi grinned. "You're a lifesaver, Rekha."

Rekha made no reply and simply led Aditi away, all the while chastising her about how much trouble she would have gotten into - to which Aditi could only smile ruefully and utter a quick apology - and quickly scrubbed her down, removing all the branches and brambles and dirt she had managed to get in her hair. She waited as Aditi got dressed in her more 'regal' sari, and royal ornaments, and then gently wove gajra flowers into her silky black tresses, which had been tied up in a low bun.

"So, where did you get the book?"

"Sarva Chowk."

"You're always in Sarva Chowk. Mind telling me what exactly so is so special about that book?"

Aditi shrugged. "I just thought it looked neat."

"Aditi, you know you're my best friend, right?"

"Of course, and you are mine."

"I say this with all the love I can, but that is the dumbest reason I have ever heard for breaking curfew."

"Would you believe me if I said I agree but... it felt like it was holding some kind of power over me. You know?"

Rekha tilted her head sideways in confusion.

"Are you telling me the truth?"

"Now, Rekha, when have I ever lied to you?"

"We're not opening that can of worms. Just... open the book and let's see what's written in it. Not like we have anything better to do anyways."

Aditi nodded, dusting off the book and setting it at her table.

She slowly opened it, as though expecting something exciting to happen. She peeked at the pages, hoping to find something magical, perhaps. She didn't know why she felt like that, to be completely honest. She just felt as though something would happen. Gut feelings couldn't be wrong.

Not being able to bear the suspense any longer, she pulled the book open completely.

She didn't know why she had gotten so worked up.

"Oh, great." Rekha muttered. "It's blank."

Aditi plopped onto her bed in despair. She had hoped something would happen, something different, something new.

Something that would free her from this routine. Something that would change anything.

Much of her rebellious nature could be chalked up to her sheltered life as a royal. The tedious routine, the same thing every day, again and again, like clockwork.

The rigid rules were like chains that bound her, restraining her, keeping her back from her full potential.

No, Aditi, you can't do that, that wouldn't be proper, now, would it? You are going the be the queen one day, Aditi, you are going to need to learn how to behave.

She had been alive for nineteen years, yet she had never once lived.

Forgive her for wanting something, something fun, something dangerous, something new.

Forgive her for wanting to live a little.

Anyway, while we had been delving into Aditi's emotional backstory, Rekha noticed something rather... interesting.

"Aditi... your hair... it's glowing!"

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Tvarte (sanskrit)- quick

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