Leela was mid-pirouette. She froze.
She threw her ghungroo at him. He caught it. Albela Sajan
"Give that back," she hissed.
"See?" he whispered. " Albela Sajan —you are not a dancer. You are a storm that learned to wear anklets." They were married at dawn, without the Maharaja's blessing. He didn't give it, but he didn't stop it either. The whole court watched as Leela walked out of the haveli barefoot, carrying only her ghungroos in one hand and Ayaan's hand in the other. Leela was mid-pirouette
As they left, she turned to the frozen courtiers and smiled. she raised her arms.
She should have called the guards. Instead, she raised her arms.