In the heart of Rajasthan, where the desert winds carried secrets older than time, Amber Singh Rathore turned eighteen.The palace in Jaipur buzzed with quiet celebration: fresh marigolds draped over every archway, the faint strains of a shehnai drifting through courtyards, servants moving like shadows to keep everything perfect. But the real focus was her.
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