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Since her first breath, Mihri faced a life that would be drenched in drama. Born into the Agni Mahal, a lavish house of tawaifs, Thavnairian women who would often partake in arts like dancing, poetry, literacy and theatre. She was the first and only daughter of Kadjaya, a talented Raen. Despite the wishes of the chaudhrayin, Kadjaya's older sister, of keeping her and following their matriarchal line, Mihri's father, Vanhudi, took the young girl to live with him at the House Tazhaal's estate.A fruit an extraconjugal affair bore, she wasn't seen as an equal to Vanhudi's other children, the ones he had with his wife. Besides having no social standing, Mihri's stepmother made it clear that she wouldn't have the same privileges. Her father, however, would at least do what he could to raise her as a cultured woman. Surrounded by renowned ustaads, she grew up studying many different kinds of art.But between all her studies, it was in singing and playing instruments she stood out the most. Quite the talented woman with the Thavnairian vina and the Thavnairian sarod in hands, she'd easily slide her fingers over the strings to enthrall her peers with many melodies. The Raen lass was one to be often silent, speaking louder through her fixating gazes with lazy eyelids and expressing herself better with her arts. Since her childhood, she presented herself as someone of few words, a quiet creature, unless when she was singing.It was her way of surviving. Mihri knew she was nothing but a courtesan's daughter and the disgrace of her father's lineage. Every word she'd say could be used against her, so she learned how to live in other people's shadow. An elusive figure, distant and unreachable. She'd never allow people to think she was an easy woman, to the point of using her nath even if single to scare suitors away.She's definitely someone that likes to have fun, escaping at night to hearing the people in the streets, mischievously listening to intrigue and prying on others' secrets. Besides a bard of sorts, she grew up to be some kind of information broker. Whoever would have the coin, she would be able to provide some hot gossip. And as soon as she'd finish spilling the secrecies, she'd disappear behind the curtains. Teasing and then running, never to be touched.

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