The labour room of the hospital echoed with the continuous loud cries of that little baby girl whose little body lied on the hands of her mother, who was smiling wide, tears making their way down her eyes, she looked at her husband, who was jumping out of joy; impatient to carry his baby. They look at her and she was beautiful. Lucky were the parents who were gifted with this angel! How beautiful she was! Her cheeks were so pink and fluffy and wind cheered when it had got a chance to touch them; her skin was so soft that even the softest silk was rough in front of her tiny hands and fingers. The baby had fallen asleep, with a smile in her face; her eyes were closed- and when she was doing so, it seemed as if a soul purer than the drop of rain which had just left the clouds, was happy- and pleased to set foot on this world. Then she opened her eyes. They were blue, such beautiful blue that all the other colours were shadowed in its glow. Those eyes, large and majestic, reminded of the seas and the oceans and the mesmerising beauty they possess. The girl was named Lily.

Lily had in no time become the apple of everyone's eyes in the society. She was so attractive that the neighbours made excuses just to come to her parents house in order to have a quick glance of her. She grew up with the best childhood one could ever dream of. She was pretty and cheerful. All the people loved her there. When she had first opened her mouth to speak, her voice was as sweet as her eyes were beautiful.

It was her birthday and she was dressed in a gorgeous white frock which was stitched with the softest silk by the finest tailors for the perfect little girl who dreamt to be a beautiful princess one day who is the owner of such divine beauty, which nobody on this earth has. After dressing her up, Lily's mother took her daughter and made her stand in front of the mirror. Her...