She looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw was a plump, short simple girl dressed in salwar kameez. Your typical girl-next door. Not someone who would be given a second glance on the street. She yearned for validation. What she did not realise was that thw validation was not to come from any external factor. It was to come from within herself. She was the Goddess. The Queen. The warrior princess more than capable of winning any battle that came her way. All she needed was a little push in the right direction.