Her name was Meher.
And she was, as the old men whispered, ek dilruba hai .
Meher looked up, her bow resting on the strings. “I have stolen nothing, sir.”
Her name was Meher.
And she was, as the old men whispered, ek dilruba hai .
Meher looked up, her bow resting on the strings. “I have stolen nothing, sir.”