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[ahamasmiyodhah]

𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈 𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Arulmozhi Varman x Vanathi

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: On the auspicious occasion of marriage of Nakkan Akkarmangaiyar, eldest daughter of Avani Sundarapurathu Deivar of Pazhuvur, Arulmozhi is confused why is he getting jealous of Kumaran Maravan- son of Avani Sundarapurathu Deivar when he's talking to Vanathi? Anyways, he can't talk to Vanathi.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @zeherili-ankhein (a Diwali gift to you🪔)

Vanathi giggled.

Arulmozhi felt his eye twitch.

At Vanathi's giggle? No. Because of the yoing man who stood beside her right now, laughing heartily along with her.

The Pazhuvur Palace was lit up, decorated like a bride. And why not? It was the wedding of Akkarmangaiyar, eldest daughter of Avani Sundarapurathu Deivar, who was son of Chinna Pazhuvettaraiyar. The whole Royal Family were invited, along with all the Chieftains of allied Kingdoms.

Arulmozhi had known very well that the ties of familial connections ran deep between Pazhuvur and Kodumbalur like it did with Kodumbalur and Royal Family. Pazhuvur's Avani Sundarapurathu Deivar was married to the younger Sister of Irungolan Siriya Velar and Periya Velar Bhuthi Vikramakesari, named Chandravadhani. Chandravadhani bore two daughters and three sons to Avani Sundarapurathu Deivar, eldest being Akkarmangai, who was getting married.

But that wasn't bothering him. He had known Akkarmangai. The said Pazhuvur Princess, epitome of grace was around same age as his Anna Aditha Karikalan. Although not relatively close, the two had shared a good bond. The younger son Kumaran Maravan was two years younger than Arulmozhi himself— same age as Vanathi.

What bothered him was how Kumaran was making Vanathi laugh. What bothering him was how OPEN Vanathi was with him. What bothering him was that she was behaving same way with him just like she did with HIM. And why? He didn't knew.

'You don't love her, why bother?' a voice said tauntingly in his mind.

"Did you see them?" One of the Wife of Chieftains said. "See who?" The other asked.

"The Pazhuvur Prince and Kodumbalur Kula Vilakku."

"Ah, yes, are they courting each other?"

Arulmozhi's heart skipped a beat.

"I do not think so, or maybe they are. Isn't Arasi Chandravadhani Princess of Kodumbalur and Ilavarasi Vanathi's Athai?"

"Yes yes, maybe they will marry. Avani Sundarapurathu Deivar was a close friend of Siriya Velar. And I have heard lots of praises of Kodumbalur Vanathi from Periya Pirattiyar and Ilaiya Piratti."

"But isn't she betrothed to Arulmozhi Devan?"

"I do not think so. They weren't officially engaged. My Mandakini told me that Komagane doesn't really pay heed to them when he comes to meet Ilaiya Piratti." One of the other said.

"Ah yes, also, she's isn't born of Varaguna Perumanar. She's not his Murai Penn." The first one said off handedly.

As they continued talking, Arulmozhi felt his stomach drop further and further, and it was shown on his face. Aditha, having noticed, looked at him in concern. "Mozhi? Kanna? Are you fine? Why do you look green?" He asked confused.

When he got no answer, he followed his younger brother's gaze and it fell on Vanathi and Kumaran Maravan, and suddenly Everything clicked.

"Ah, they do look good together indeed." Aditha's words made him snap his head at his Anna. "What?" He asked, his voice hoarse. "Well, they look good." He said matter of factly. "Anna, what are you saying? They don't look good together." Arulmozhi denied.

Aditha leaned casually against a pillar, watching his younger brother with a knowing smirk. His eyes darted to the far side of the courtyard, where Vanathi was laughing with Kumaran Maravan, their conversation flowing with a warmness. Glancing back at Arulmozhi, he caught the way his brother’s gaze had narrowed, jaw tight as he watched them.

"But they indeed look well matched." Aditha mused, obviously egging his Kanna.

Arulmozhi shot him a warning look, but Aditha continued undeterred, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “You know, they’d make a fine pair—two bright young heirs, well-connected families. I’m sure everyone in the palace is already talking about it.”

“You’re exaggerating,” Arulmozhi replied tersely, but the tension in his voice betrayed him. “They’re just… cousins.”

“Cousins, yes. But isn’t that often how alliances begin?” Aditha chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. “Besides, look at the way they’re laughing together. She seems quite taken with him. And who could blame her? Kumaran is every bit the charming prince.”

Arulmozhi’s fists clenched, his patience fraying. Aditha leaned in, lowering his voice just enough. “Tell me, little brother… would it really bother you that much if Vanathi chose Kumaran?”

That was the last straw. Arulmozhi snapped, his voice sharp. “Enough, Anna!" He said eith a angry frown.

Aditha only laughed, his smirk widening as he took in Arulmozhi’s reaction. “Touched a nerve, have I?” he teased, crossing his arms. “It’s clear enough—you’d rather she be here, laughing with you, wouldn’t you?”

Arulmozhi turned away, jaw still set, trying to mask the frustration burning beneath his calm facade. “You don’t understand, Anna. This isn’t a game.”

“Isn’t it?” Aditha replied lightly, leaning back. “Then maybe you should make it clear to her before someone else does.”

Arulmozhi’s gaze drifted reluctantly back to Vanathi and Kumaran, tension tightening his chest. Was Aditha right?

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Kumaran chuckled, eyes gleaming with mischief as he recounted the story to Vanathi. “So, Azhagi was preparing for her dance recital, all serious and focused. And, well, I may have told her that one of her anklets was missing.”

Vanathi’s laughter bubbled up, eyes bright with amusement. “Oh no, I can only imagine how furious she must have been!”

“You have no idea,” Kumaran grinned, shaking his head. “She turned every corner of the palace upside-down looking for it—her temper was as fierce as a storm. And of course, by the time she figured out I’d hidden it, I was halfway to the stables.”

They both laughed heartily, unaware of Arulmozhi’s silent gaze lingering on them from a distance. As Kumaran glanced over and he noticed Arulmozhi’s expression, a rare vulnerability beneath his usually composed face. A slow realization dawned on him: his friend, the reserved and ever-dutiful prince, was in love with Vanathi.

Just then, Thillaiazhagi appeared, tugging at Kumaran’s arm. “Anna, come quickly! Chinna Patta is asking for you,” she said, casting a warm smile at Vanathi. “Akka, you must tell him not to trouble me with his silly pranks!”

Kumaran chuckled, nodding. “Alright, alright, I’m coming.”

"Yes Chellame, now go. Chinna Pattanar must be waiting for you." Vanathi mused as she patted Azhagi's cheek. The Princess beamed and dragged her Anna away.

As Kumaran and Thillaiazhagi left, Vanathi’s laughter slowly faded, though the warmth lingered in her eyes. She turned, only to find Arulmozhi standing a few steps away, his gaze unreadable.

“Ilavarase,” she greeted, a gentle smile forming on her lips as her cheeks dusted. “Did you overhear our little tale of Kumaran’s mischief?”

Arulmozhi nodded, though his expression remained serious. “Yes, it seems he’s quite the charmer.”

Vanathi tilted her head, sensing something beneath his words. “You look… troubled.” She said, her eyes roving over his troubled face. The tension in his brow was visible, and the tautness of his muscles too.

He hesitated, his voice softer than usual. “I just wanted to… remind you to be cautious, Vanathi. Not everyone is as they seem.”

Vanathi frowned, blinking. "What do you wish to say, Ponniyin Selvare?" She asked softly. Oh how he wished she'd call him Yaanai Paaga once again.

Arulmozhi decided to be blunt.

“You can’t talk to Ilavarasar Kumaran Maravan.”

Vanathi blinked, momentarily thrown by Arulmozhi’s abrupt tone. They stood alone in a secluded corner of the grand Pazhuvur Palace, where wedding festivities were underway, a lively hum of music and laughter filling the distant halls. Her gaze flicked up to his face, catching the unusual tension in his expression.

“Why can’t I speak to him?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion. “He’s…he’s my cousin. Surely there’s no harm in exchanging a few words?”

Arulmozhi hesitated, his jaw clenched as if fighting for the right response. “It’s… it’s not appropriate right now,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “There are things you don’t understand, Vanathi. It’s better if you just stay away from him.”

The reasoning sounded hollow, and Vanathi’s brows furrowed deeper. She had always known Kumaran to be respectful and considerate to everyone, his easy charm earning him friends across the kingdom. In fact, her own mother often spoke fondly of him, saying he carried himself with dignity beyond his years. Why, then, was Arulmozhi so intent on warning her against him?

“But, Ilavarase,” she insisted, a soft laugh escaping as she tried to lighten his mood. “What could possibly be the harm in a few words? Kumaran is my aunt’s son—he’s family.”

He looked away, visibly uncomfortable, rubbing the back of his neck as if hoping the right words would appear out of thin air. “Vanathi, there’s… there’s more to Kumaran than you know. He’s… let’s just say, he’s got a role to play. You can’t get tangled up in his affairs, even if he is family.”

His evasion only deepened her bewilderment. “Since when did you become so cryptic?” she asked, half-smiling in exasperation. “I’ve spoken to Ilavarasar Kumaran countless times, and there was never a problem. What’s changed now?”

Arulmozhi’s eyes flickered, the faintest hint of frustration creeping into his expression. “Things have changed, Vanathi. There are undercurrents you can’t see. Sometimes, even those close to us can be… involved in matters we aren’t meant to understand.”

She opened her mouth to argue but closed it just as quickly, an uneasy feeling settling over her. Why was Arulmozhi suddenly being so protective, so evasive? She trusted him, but his reluctance to explain made her feel like a child kept in the dark, shielded from truths she could just as easily understand.

“Ilavarase,” she said softly, trying to meet his eyes, “I’m not a stranger to the world we live in. You can tell me if there’s something more going on. I’d rather know the truth than be treated like I’m too delicate to handle it.”

He took a deep breath, looking torn, and for a moment, she thought he might actually tell her what was going on. But then he sighed, shaking his head with a faint smile. “It’s not about what you can handle, Vanathi. Some things are better left… unspoken. Please, just trust me.”

She felt a mix of frustration and concern simmering beneath her confusion. What was he so desperate to hide? And why did he look so determined to shield her from someone as kind as Kumaran?

Just as she was wondering, she caught his eyes. Something was amiss. The tightness in his muscles, his shallow breaths, the tension lines on his forehead, the erratic heartbeat which caused him to take rapid breaths...

She gasped softly when he huffed and grabbed her hand.

Arulmozhi was feeling his breath go awry when she questioned him, and he saw Kumaran coming to them. Vanathi, of course, couldn't see. It's now or never. He didn't wanted to lose her to Kumaran, or anyone in fact.

Vanathi was his Muraipenn, not of someone else. She was his Athai's daughter, she should be marrying him.

He suddenly grabbed her wrist and put her hand on his chest, watching how her cheeks turned red and breath shallowing. "Vanathi, I don't like seeing you with Ilavarasar Kumaran. I don't like how you laugh with him. I don't like how comfortable you are with him. I don't like you with him. You are my Muraipenn, he can't court you!" He exclaimed, an exasperated tone in end.

Vanathi stood shell shocked at the sudden confession, suddenly realising as her eyes widened. Her Ilavarasar, he liked her.

He liked her like she liked him.

He loved her.

"Do- do you-" She couldn't find right words, but her voice shook with emotions. "Vanathi, allow me to Court you.." He said softly.

Vanathi’s heart stilled, each beat suspended as Arulmozhi’s words sank in. Court you. The words lingered in the air, tender and vulnerable, as if he’d placed his heart right there between them, fragile and open.

She could barely breathe, her mind racing to catch up, but her emotions overwhelmed her. A warmth bloomed in her chest, spreading through her like sunlight, each corner of her heart filling with a joy she hadn’t dared to dream of. Her vision blurred, and she felt a tear slip down her cheek, her happiness spilling over in a way words couldn’t capture.

She searched his face, seeing his own hope and uncertainty mirrored in his gaze. He loved her—he truly did. All the quiet moments, the glances they’d shared, the protectiveness in his actions, all suddenly made sense, weaving into this one, perfect truth.

Unable to trust her voice, she nodded quickly, a soft smile trembling on her lips as her eyes sparkled. She didn’t need to say a word. The relief and joy on her face spoke for her, her expression telling him everything her heart had longed to say.

He smiled finally, like the sun rising over the hills that covered the Thanjai, the same she often crossed when she had to travel to Kodumbalur. She was finally his. Or maybe she had been his since long, but he was just stupid.

Kumaran suddenly jogged over to them, clearing his throat. "Hopefully I'm not interrupting you two?" Arulmozhi somehow pushed the frown on his face down, and he gave a tight smile. "Definitely not, Ilavarase." He smiled, his expressions tight.

"I'm glad, Komagane." He smiled and turned to Vanathi. "Amma is calling you. She says that it's time we take Mangai Akka to Mandapam, Akka." He said the last Akka with a certain pressure, staring at Arulmozhi.

It dawned on Arulmozhi suddenly that what he thought was between Vanathi and Kumaran was actually the Sibling Bond they had, considering they were really close and his neck flushed red. He was so stupid! His jealousy didn't let him see things other way!

Vanathi nodded with a smile, unaware of all this as she left for Chandravadhani. Arulmozhi watched her go, his eyes sharp as she turned her head coyly, and shyly smiled at him before scurrying away.

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇; Sivagami messed up real bad.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Bhallaladeva x Manjari (OC)

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @mahi-wayy

Devasena huffed as she cradled her swollen belly and swiftly walked towards the Chambers where Bahubali; her Husband and the King of Mahishmati, and Bhallaladeva, her elder brother figure and Commander of Mahishmati's army were planning something.

Things had gone awry when Devasena had took her firm stand up in front of Sivagami Devi, angering the Queen Mother in front of Whole Court. It was surprising, though, to see that Bhallaladeva confessed he didn't wish to marry Devasena anymore, and that Bahubali can marry her.

It would have led to civil war, but Bhallaladeva confronted Sivagami Devi which hurt her sentiments and the big ego she was growing back then, and the woman had declared that Bahubali will be crowned King and Bhallaladeva as Commander, but it came with consequences.

Bijjaladeva disowned his son.

Not that anyone cared, though.

The change in Bhallaladeva surprised both Devasena; who felt he was a snobby arrogant manchild and Bahubali, who was just happy his older brother was back. The two were though confused that who caused this change, and the day they found the answer when the Annual Jagadambika Poojan for nine days started.

The temple amidst intricate carvings and an aura of oil lamps lit up with a rhythmic sound of drums when Bhallaladeva, the fierce and imposing Commander of the Mahishmati Armed Forces, reached the place to join in the auspicious Pooja. There would stand courtiers, priests and noblemen, watching with reverence as the life within the temple, that earthly representative of divine power, the culture surrounding the kingdom.

As Pooja began, his thoughts strayed from rituals and chants toward the grand hall's center where a dancer moved with an entrancing grace. She was Manjari, a dusky-skinned Priestess whose movements turned into poetry, her anklets chiming with every step. She was dressed in red and gold, eyes glittering with a fire that almost matched the flames dancing upon the torches that supported the temple; and so living for the spirit of the goddess she adored. Bhallaladeva, sedate and poised as always, was entranced by Manjari's dance.

He saw each movement unfold as an expression of love and mystery, leading him deep into a trance. Her dance was much more than an art; it was a prayer, a powerful invoking to command every soul there to pay attention. For Bhallaladeva, the man of war and strategy, hardened, it was a profoundly spiritual experience to watch Manjari's ethereal dance.

He was exposed to the emotion-wrenching look in her eyes, the soft yet powerful dance of her figure, and the way that the mere presence of a person seemed to command the space. Amidst the blowing of conch shells and rising smoke of incense, Bhallaladeva came to realize that he was not observing something; but rather he was entranced by thin threads of invisibility connecting him to the divine priestess who danced as if she was calling the gods themselves to bear testimony to her devotion.

Devasena and Bahubali, both were elated that Bhallaladeva loved someone, and even helped him most of the times. Manjari was a Devadasi, hence even Sivagami didn't oppose her coming to Palace to see Devasena as she was pregnant, since a Devadasi is considered auspicious.

But right now, the danger looming over Manjari's head was something which scared Devasena.

The Princess of Kunthala reached the heavy doors and took a deeo breath, commanding the doors to be opened. Once they did, the occupants of room lookes at her. "Devasena? What are you doing here?" Bahubali asked as he and Bhallaladeva ran to her, making her sit on a Couch. Randev, Bahubali's friend brought a tumbler of water and handed it to Devasena.

"Bhalla! You have to run to Shiva Temple right now! Manjari! She's in danger!" Devasena exclaimed, her eyes wide. "What are you saying Devasena? Why will Manjari be in danger?" Bhallaladeva asked. "Rajmata. She wants you to marry the Princess of Simhadhwaja, Princess Yagnika. One of the courtiers told her about you and Manjari, and she has sent Soldiers to.." Bhallaladeva ran out before she could complete her sentence.

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Manjari was all set to sleep when a shadow outside her hut in Temple sanctum, and the sound of footsteps made her sit straight. Manjari could feel the hammering of her heart in her chest as shadows appeared to move in the faintly lit corners of her room. Then came a whispery rustle of armor; metal faintly glinted, and into this darkness lurked the soldiers, their intent predatory.

Panic ran through her veins. She hastened, those fragile feet not making a sound on the cold marble floor as she slid by the door with her heart pounding with fear and instinct. That temple, once her safe haven, looked now like a trap closing in on her. She ran the maze of temple corridors, taking those ragged, shallow breaths. The soldiers pursued her mercilessly; their footsteps filled the air with an eerie echo of danger nipping at the heels of this poor woman running for life. Her sari fluttered behind her as a banner of defiance yet showed no clear path marked in front. Manjari darted her eyes to and fro searching around for her escape, but every turn took her deeper into the mazes.

Just as she thought she might find her way out, Manjari spun on her heel, the rush of fear fogging her vision, and crashed into something so immovable, so unyielding that it rooted her to the spot. She backpedaled, eyes wide with terror, but when she looked up again she was gazing into Bhallaladeva's face. His towering form filled her entire view, blocking her way out. His gaze, intensive and unreadable, locked onto hers, and the weight of her predicament settled heavily between them.

"Senapathi.." Manjari tearfully hugged him, as The soldiers behind her stopped short, freezing as they saw their doom in Bhallaladeva's eyes.

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Bhallaladeva's footsteps echoed down the corridors of the palace, hot with indignation. His mind was bubbling over with bitter memories as he moved towards the Shiva Temple to his mother, Sivagami Devi, who was blamed. The Mahishmati kingdom had made her the regal queen mother-words for herself there were law. But to Bhallaladeva, she was a dim silhouette—thick and stern, unforgiving and unsweet. Bhallaladeva recalled how he always wanted his mother's love, even when a child; instead, he would get cold stares and a sharp tongue. Everywhere around him, people went around speaking of his strength and valor, but Sivagami's gaze was always on some fault-finding issue that had never brought across a proud motherly warmth. As he clenched his fists, memories of his childhood rushing back into his mind.

He could still remember all the attempts he had made to win her favor—by mastering the skill of war, performing exceptionally well in his studies, or showcasing his mastery in fights. But all in vain. Sivagami always compared him to his cousin, Amarendra Baahubali, whom she loved like her very son.

Bhallaladeva silently witnessed her when she gushed about everything Baahubali did, offering him that maternal pride Bhallaladeva has always wanted but would never receive. Every smile she threw towards Baahubali felt like a knife twisting deeper into his heart as it reminds him of how he shall always be second in her eyes. Meanwhile, recalling the favours of Sivagami, Bhallaladeva ran toward the temple.

He recalled the day he was winning the fight in the ground, but she picked Baahubali, making known her decision that the throne would be bagged by him who served people best and not by him who sought power. The words had hurt him, and he recalled them every moment in his life.

He is not a son to her; on the contrary, he was a brutal man with an insatiable will to dominate, unbefitting the prince for which he had striven for his life. Bhallaladeva did not utter the pain, covering it with layers of ambitions and anger within him, and today the facade was crumbling apart. Before him was the temple, its massive structure jarringly contrasting the chaos within his soul.

Bhallaladeva's breath was laboured, his face screwed up in a snarl as he stormed up the steps, his eyes blazing with the fire of years-long pent-up resentment. This place, consecrated to the god of destruction, seemed apt for the storm that brewed inside him.

Today Bhallaladeva was not marching up to a temple; he was marching against the shackles of his whole life left untouched with scorn and negligence, every stride taken as a defiant act against the mother who never did see him for who he was.

Just as he turned in corner, a horrified Manjari ran into him. Looking in her eyes he realised how scared she was. Her dusky cheeks were red with all the crying, her eyes wide in fear and pain. Clutching her sari around her body, Manjari hugged him tightly. "Manjari, I'm here.. do not worry. Just... Close your eyes. You might not want to see." He said softly and Manjari nodded.

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Thunder cackled in sky as Sivagami Devi sat on her throne, Bahubali and Devasena sitting nearby. The two were concerned as they waited Bhallaladeva's arrival. Soon the thunder cackled aloud, flashing the corridor in which stood a man holding a sword.

Sivagami Devi looked up, a shiver running down her spine as a bloody sight of a furious Bhallaladeva, and noted the flutter of a plain Red saree behind him. Bhallaladeva moved and her eyes widened when she saw Manjari, her hair partition filled with red Sindoor as he grabbed her hand and pulled her in, the girl looking fearful.

"Mother, meet your daughter-in-law, Manjari." He grinned, a grin which scared the three. Sivagami looked appalled, her wide eyes on Manjari as she looked at her from head to toe, her anger returning. "Bhalla!? What is this!?" She screamed.

Sivagami Devi's voice was at once shrill with indignation and robust as she berated Bhallaladeva with a flare in her eyes. "How dare you go against me to marry that temple dancer, Manjari?" she yelled, her speech loaded with scorn. "I wanted you to marry Yagnika, the Princess of Simhadhwaja, and seal an alliance for Mahishmati!" Her voice was robust, but behind it lay a hollow frustration—Bhallaladeva had gone against her wishes again.

Bhallaaladeva snapped. Climbing to his feet, he shouted into her face, "All my life, I've been nothing but a pawn in your schemes!" His voice was shaking with all the anger he felt, festering over the years. "You cared not for what I wanted, only for what you were about- your ambition. I am done living under your shadow," he said, the bitterness in his words as he confronted a mother who would never see him past his utility.

He took a step forward, eyes blazing with defiance. "I love Manjari," he said, his voice carrying through tension. "She sees me for what I am, not what she can get from me. I married her because she is my choice, not yours. I won't let you dictate my life again." Bold, defiant-a challenge flung at the feet of the woman who had always controlled his fate.

And for one moment, she was left speechless by this tirade, losing all her expression. Bhallaladeva's defiance shattered all the rigid expectations she had always imposed upon the world around her and created a chasm between them that seemed impossible to bridge. She could see him not as the son she had shaped but for the first time ever the man he had become, driven by a love that defied her will.

Sivagami soon moulded her expressions back in the cold one as she stood up. "You also are going like someone who once defied me." Bahubali looked away at that.

"Do not blame Bahu, Mother." Bhallaladeva sneered. "Manjari came in my life way before Devasena came in Bahu's life. And I won't let you dictate my life anymore." Bhallaladeva said. Sivagami stared at them for a moment before fleeting her eyes at Manjari, and left.

"Bhalla, you scared us!" Devasena exclaimed as she waddled fastly towards them and hugged Manjari. "Oh dear, you are so scared. Come, I will take you to room so that you can rest." She said and Manjari numbly nodded, before going with Devasena.

Manjari glanced back at Bhallaladeva, her heart pounding as she took in his imposing figure, drenched in blood from the fierce battle he had fought to protect her. His fierce gaze softened as it met hers, revealing a rare tenderness and love in his eyes. Overwhelmed by the realization of her deep feelings for him, she blushed, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. She gave him a small, shy smile before turning away.

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[ahamasmiyodhah]

𝐀𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐦

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇; when two star crossed lovers are reborn to unite, whole universe comes to bring them together.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁: Rudra's viewpoint |

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐘; “I'm not doing this to claim him. I'm doing this because I'm his.”

𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈; “Love isn't claiming your ownership on someone, it's surrendering oneself to that person and is a promise to love, cherish, respect and be with that person on every step of life.”

He felt restless.

He didn't knew why.

His heart was somewhere else.

But he didn't knew why.

His feet carried away on it's own, his hazel eyes unfocused, hands deep into his jeans' pocket. His mind jumbled up with the loud thoughts of why is it happening?

Suddenly, his feet halted at the beautiful melody which invaded his ears. Whipping his head around, he realized that he was at the banks of Ganga, and the water with the melody immediately calmed his mind but piqued an interest. Who was this?

Following the sound of the tune, his feet carried him to a wall, where on the top podium a Girl was dancing. Dressed in a pain white chikankari Kurta and leggings, her feet were wrapped up by the Ghunghroos of a Dancer, and the chiming of Bells was rhyming with the song coming out of her phone.

Unaware of the listener, the girl kept dancing and her thick wavy hairs flew with wind, and as if the wind changed it's tide according to the melody, it started blowing a little harshly as she hit the high note, removing all the hairs of her face, and he was starstruck by the women sat there.

The small red dot on her forehead looked more brightened over her fair face, and those kohl coloured eyes? They were definitely like that of a doe. So beautiful, yet so dangerous.

Ambika couldn't blink.

It was as if she couldn't hear the bells, the sound of drums and conches, the chant in the name of holy river Ganga, or the very thundering claps of the devotees. She forgot how to breath.

She forgot everything, the moment her eyes clashed with his.

Illuminated by the pious fire of camphor, holding the aarti in his hands, wearing off yellow Dhoti with golden work at the border, and his broad forehead painted with three white lines and a small vermilion circle in between, his eyes glimmered with complete devotion as he sang the hymn and rotated the holy fire.

Ambika couldn't believe what she was seeing, the distant sound of the Shankhanaad making her chest rising up and down rapidly as tears blurred her eyes. Her senses were overwhelmed as she suddenly turned and pushed Maatangi, Debadrita and Ruchika away, and ran away as she ignored their calls, her blurry eyes somehow seeing the busy path as she tried to block the loud sound and flashes in her mind away.

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ॐ जयंती मंगला काली भद्रकाली कपालिनी। दुर्गा क्षमा शिवा धात्री स्वाहा स्वधा नमोस्तुते।।

(Om Jayanti Mangala Kali Bhadrakali Kapalini. Durga Kshama Shiva Dhatri Svaha Svadha Namostuthe)

𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐋𝐈; She Who Conquers Over All, All-Auspicious, The Remover of Darkness, The Excellent One Beyond Time, The Bearer of the Skulls of impure thought, The Reliever of difficulties, Loving, Forgiveness, Supporter of the Universe, may You accept the oblations of the devotee, may You the oblations of ancestral praise, We bow to You.

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𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇

With her locks scattered, her eyelids lowered, holding a lamp plate in her hands. She stands silently at the same place with the moon shining on her face. Sweet aura, white clothes, mole on her cheeks.. With Earrings dancing in the ears, curly hair like a serpentress.. Deep soft eyes like a lake, that looked like a surging flood.. She was smiling softly like a rose blooming on her lips. Pursed lips, downcasted eyelids, with a forehead as broad as mighty Himalayas, She stirred my heart with so many questions on her lips.. With that long neck like branches, and a sweet feet tumbling smile, Shyly she hides in modesty, taking whole Sky on Earth..!

— 𝙆𝙝𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙞

This is the English Translation. I have wrote the Poem in Hindi and translated in English. If you want to read the original poem please comment under this post and I will upload ❤️

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धरा पर सारा आसमान लिए

लट बिखराए, पलक झुकाए हाथों में भोजन का थाल लिए, मौन खड़ी वो नित स्थल पर चेहरे पर चमकता चांद लिए। मधुरिम आभा, श्वेत वस्त्र, गालों पे तिल का दाग़ लिए, कानों की ��लखाती बाली, नागिन से घुघराले बाल लिए। झील सी गहरी कोमल आंखे उमड़ता हुआ सैलाब लिए, मंद मंद मुस्का रही थी होंठो पे खिलता गुलाब लिए। खमोश लब झुकी पलकें विशाल हिमालय सा ललाट लिए, दिल में हलचल मचा रही थी,होंठो पे कितने सवाल लिए। डालियों सी लंबी गर्दन,मीठी सी बहकाती मुस्कान लिए, शर्म हया से छुप जाती है धरा पे सारा आसमान लिए।

— 𝙆𝙝𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙞

Hindi version y'all for This post

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[ahamasmiyodhah]

Namaskaram!

𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰'𝒎 𝑲𝒉𝒚𝒂𝒕𝒊 (𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆) 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅, 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝑩𝒔𝒄 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐬.

𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒:

Veera Raja Veera (Kodumbalur Vanathi x Arulmozhi Varman)

Maatrutva (1), (2) (Panchavan Madeviyaar)

Varamaatayo? (Raja Raja Chozha x Abhimaanavalli)

Oru Pakka Kaadhal (Kadambur Manimekalai x Vallavarayan Vandiyadevan)

RaaghavaJaanaki (SiyaRam modern meeting)

Secrets (W. Xiuying x H. Kai)

Healing (V. Deyaniera x K. Bryan)

Who Was She? (Y. Kane x Salima)

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒:

Tiffins and Talks (Devaratha 'Deva'Raisaar)

Loss (Mahanayak Arjun x Dwarkaratna Subhadra)

His Rage (Bhallaladeva x Fem!OC)

Pachai Nirame (Arulmozhi Varman x Vanathi)

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 & 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

Sawariyo Parnaaye (series)

Ardhanarishwarar

Shiva

Shakti

Navratri series: Shailaputri Mata, Brahmacharini Mata, Chandraghanta Mata, Kushmanda Mata, Skandmata Mata, Katyayani Mata, Mata Kaalratri, Mata Mahagauri, Mata Siddhidatri

Mahakali

𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃

Back to Fifteen

Kesariya~ The Saffron Shade of Love (1) (2) (3)

Aananda Taandavam

𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

Two Queens at War (Ilaiyapiratti Kundhavai & Ilaiyarani Nandini)

Whole Sky on Earth (Kodumbalur Vanathi)

धरा पर सारा आसमान लिए।

The Daughter of Ocean (Poonkuzhali)

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[ahamasmiyodhah]

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑

Two Queen of their own Realm,

Are at war, thriving hard.

A war without weapons,

A war of conspiracies and tactics.

One is ready to burn down

The world in Vengeance,

While other is desperately

Trying to save it.

Unknown to their destinies they fight,

Ready to stake anything and everything

To achieve their goal.

But for what? Asked a voice.

For Family. Came an answer.

One wishes the love

And warmth of family,

While the other tries to keep

Her family intact and safe.

Two Queens of their own realm,

Are at war, thriving hard.

— 𝙆𝙝𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙞

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𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀~ The Saffron Shade of Love

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇; Pratap marries his second wife, Purbai Solankini.

sharad malhotra as 𝐘𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐉 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐏 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐘𝐀

rachna parulkarr as 𝐘𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐈 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐑

riya sharma as 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐏𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐑 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐈

“𝑯𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒎, 𝐽𝑎𝒉𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑚 𝒉𝑜, 𝑣𝑎𝒉𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑎𝑛 𝒉𝑜𝑡𝑎 𝒉𝑖 𝒉𝑎𝑖.”

Theme song for this short fic series: Kesariya Balam by Mame Khan

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪ, ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɪ, ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɪɪ,

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[ahamasmiyodhah]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍

She was different. The Daughter of Ocean! as she called herself, She was different. She was never the Damsel toiling in the Palaces, for her destiny was in the vast seas! Brave, fiery, passionate, gutsy, ambitions like a Tigress, yet soft, tender, sensitive, beautiful and caring like a Doe. When she sings everything stills, to hear that melodious voice. But why? Oh Lord? Does her heart agonize? In the mind of this doe-eyed maid, Why does a storm rage? In the heart of this wayside waif, Why does a Whirlwind swirl?

— 𝙆𝙝𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙞

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[ahamasmiyodhah]

नैनों की घाट ले जा, नैनों की नैया..

पतवार तू है मेरी, तू खेवैय्या...

जाना है पार तेरे, तू ही भंवर है..

पहुँचेगी पार कैसे, नाज़ुक सी नैय्या?

"Akka, what is happening?" Debattama couldn't understand, but whatever she was witnessing was something which wasn't normal.

Maatangi wiped the tear from the corner of jer eye, shifting her glasses back on her nose as she smiled softly, "When two star crossed lovers unite, whole Universe celebrates." She whispered as she looked at the gently flowing Ganga..

The Shivling near it having the Rudraksha Mala and the gold chain entangled together.

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[ahamasmiyodhah]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈: Pratap's Dilemma

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: || Kesariya ||~ The Saffron Shade of Love

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: This story is a fictional account on the marriage of Maharana Pratap with Purbai Solankini, the Princess of Solanki Clan. It's strictly fictional and bashing in comments or in my Asks as anons is not allowed other than constructive criticism.

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

"Ajabde? Are you here?" Jaiwanta Baiji asked as she stood at the threshold with Sajja Baiji. The Two Queens were here to talk to Ajabde about the alliance, and wondered how she would react.

"Raani Maasa, Majhli Maasa!” Ajabde got up with Amar, the baby giggling seeing his grandmother, but half asleep and comfortable in his mother’s arms to leave it. Jaiwanta and Sajja Baiji awed the little boy, their little Patta.

"Ajabde, are you busy? Oh, looks like Bhanwarji is sleepy. It's fine, we will come later." Jaiwanta Baiji said gently, looking at Ajabde’s tired eyes. "No no Rani Maa, come in. Amar Singhji will sleep off soon,” Ajabde said softly. “Kuch kaam hai?”

"Ajabde, we have to talk about something important to you." Jaiwant Baiji said gently, gesturing to the Couches. Ajabde smiled confusedly but nodded, walking to couch with them. "Ji Raani Maasa?" Ajabde sat down with Amar in her arms, the baby clinging to her pallu tightly.

Jaiwanta Baiji and Sajja Baiji exchanged a glance. "Ajabde, you know well that we are short of ammunition and army." Jaiwanta Baiji took a deep breath. "Sajja Baiji told us that her Father has a big army in Toda, and I suggested an alliance." She said softly in the end, watching Ajabde's expression falter.

Ajabde felt pain fill her heart, when she read between the lines of Jaivanta Bai's words. She had expected it, but had also not realised how much it would break her when such a situation came up. She slowly nodded.

"For Kunwar Pratap?"

:Jaiwanta Baiji nodded slowly before speaking. "Pyaar Kanwar Solankini. she's niece of Sajja Baiji and granddaughter of Rao Prithvi Singh Solanki of Toda, Daughter of his eldest son and first daughter in law, she was raised by her younger stepmother mainly. I have seen her since childhood, you will love her." She said softly.

”Alright, Rani Maa sa. I understand,” Ajabde said softly. Her words surprised both the Queens, although mildly.

"Ajabde, think again. I don't want you to be hurt. Not that Pyaar Baisa will come between you two- I know her like I know my Shakta." Sajja Baiji said and gently held her knuckles. "But think again."

"Majhli Maasa, I’m not worried about Purbaisa coming between him and I, I don’t know if anyone can ever,” Ajabde said softly. “But I understand. I am Kunwarani of Mewar. I only worry about his reaction.”

"Kunwar Pratap, but why him?" Sajja Baiji asked, but Jaiwanta Baiji understood. Uday Singh had been a hard nut to crack when Sajja Baiji's rishta came for him.

"Majhli Maasa, he won't accept it easily," Ajabde said gently. "He will worry about me, and not pay attention to anyone else in anything but a friendly manner." Ajabde said and Jaiwanta Baiji smiled.

"Ajabde, I know you can make him understand." The hidden meaning was understood by the other two. It was needed for the Kingdom, and potential enemies like Mughals. They had heard about the alliance between Jalaluddin and the Amer Princess Harkha Bai, and realised that Jalaluddin wanted to marry Rajput Princesses to gain momentum in his taking over of Rajputana.

"I will, Raani Maasa. I planned to, anyway," Ajabde cradled Amar close to her, needing her baby boy's comfort. "Ajabde, why don't you write a letter to him?" Sajja Baiji suggested as Amar hugged his mother. "I will, Majhli Maasa. I will,” Ajabde said softly, knowing both mothers had noticed the tears forming in her eyes.

"Ajabde.." Jaiwanta Baiji said softly as Sajja Baiji stood up and hugged her. Both knew how much it was hurting Ajabde, but they also knew that she would have to toughen up. Pratap was heir to the Throne, he had to marry multiple women.

Ajabde hugged Sajjabai tightly, smiling through her tears. “Don’t worry Raani Maasa, I will ensure Kunwar Pratap marries Rajkumari Pyaar Baisa. This is my promise to you both.” Sajja Baiji smiled softly. "We trust you, Ajabde." Sajja Baiji kissed her head, wondering how Ranaji and Ajabde would manage to convince Pratap.

Once they left, Ajabde sat on the couch all while hugging the yoing Amar Singhji, who had fallen asleep as tears brimmed her eyes. Ajabde’s heart clenched painfully at the thought of another woman beside Pratap, her beloved husband. Yet, she swallowed the rising bitterness, knowing their duty to Maatrabhumi outweighed personal emotions.

Her mind raced through memories of their life together, the unspoken love and shared battles, but the reality of their kingdom’s need was undeniable. An alliance through marriage could strengthen Mewar’s defence, and Pratap’s role as Crown Prince demanded such sacrifices. Ajabde reminded herself that their bond was deeper than titles or ceremonies. With tears held back, she resolved to accept this, knowing they both served a higher purpose.

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Kelwara, Mewar's Base

"Rawat Kakaji, you here?" Pratap came out with a smile along with Chakrapani, wondering what was Rawatji doing here instead of being by his Father's side.

"Kunwar Pratap, I bring an important message for you from your Daajiraj and your Maasa. Also, there is a letter from Ajabde Baisa as well." Rawatji said, his tone serious.

"What is it?" Pratap said and forwarded his hand to the inside of the tent. "Please come inside." He said and they walked in.

"Here is the letter." Rawatji said in a tensed tone, and handed Pratap a scroll. "A serious message?" Pratap asked, worried, taking both letters and opening the one from his father, scanning through it and freezing. "A second marriage? Why?"

Rawatji sighed softly. "We need more army to fight Jalaluddin, and no one is willing to go against the Mughals. The only person who can help us is Toda's King Rao Prithvi Singh Solanki. That's why Maharanisa has suggested an alliance." Rawatji said.

Of course. Of course she would have agreed. They both had vowed to put their Maatrubhumi first and foremost. Taking a deep breath, Pratap looked at Rawatji."So I am to marry someone I do not know, Rawat Kaka?" Pratap asked softly, now needing his father figure. "And what about my Ajabde? How will she feel?"

"Here." Rawatji said and Pratap took the scroll with shaky hands, already knowing the contents.

..

Pratap sat in his tent, the letter from his father, Rana Uday Singh of Mewar, resting heavily in his hands. His heart weighed down by its contents, yet his mind was a battlefield of conflicting emotions. The letter had come with a simple command: a marriage alliance with Pyaar Kanwar Solankini, Princess of Toda. His father’s words spoke of strategy, political strength, and the need to fortify Mewar’s alliances in these turbulent times. Pratap understood the reasoning—he had lived by the same ideals his entire life, putting Mewar and its people above all else. But this… this felt like a betrayal of the heart.

As a warrior, he had faced countless enemies, both on the battlefield and within the political arena. But nothing could have prepared him for the internal war he now fought. His thoughts drifted to Ajabde, his wife, his partner, his confidante. She had always been by his side, understanding his duty as a Rajput, as a warrior. But what was her heart enduring through all of this?

A second letter sat unopened on his desk. Ajabde’s handwriting, so familiar and comforting, now seemed to mock him. With trepidation, he unfolded her words, knowing she had sent this to convince him to accept the alliance. As he read, his heart ached.

My Kunwar Pratap,

Jai Eklingji Ki! I hope you and our army are doing well, Hukum. I know you remember that on our wedding day, we both took an oath together, and promised each other, to put our MaatruBhumi first, to put our people first, before ourselves. That is why I am writing to you today, to give you permission to marry Rajkumari Pyaar Kanwar Solankini. I, in fact, urge you to do the same. The strength of our army will be renewed further, and this is a first step to the Rajputana unity both you and I have envisioned since our childhood.

Hukum, we both know our Rajdharma comes first, and here, your dharma is to marry Purbaisa, and mine is to encourage you to do the same. As your Kunwarani and your wife, I wholeheartedly accept this alliance, and hope you will honour it like you do everything else.

Further, I have heard that the Princess is kind and gentle, and a lot like Majhli Maasa. She will be a happy addition to our family, and our Amar Singhji will get another person to dote on him.

Always yours,

Aapki Ajabde..

Ajabde’s letter was written with care, each word laced with quiet strength and an unspoken pain. She spoke of duty, of how this marriage could strengthen Mewar’s defences and bring peace to their kingdom. She acknowledged that such decisions were never easy, but she believed in him, trusted him to do what was right for their land, for their people.

Pratap could feel her struggle in every line, even though she hadn’t said it outright. She had accepted this, not because she wanted to, but because she understood the larger picture. Yet he could feel the wound this decision had carved into her heart. Ajabde was strong—stronger than anyone else he knew—but she was human, too. And he knew that this decision, no matter how selfless, had hurt her deeply.

His hand trembled slightly as he set the letter down. He could almost see her, sitting alone in their chambers, trying to muster the courage to write those words, forcing herself to ignore her own pain in the name of Maatrabhumi. The thought twisted his heart. He was not in favour of this alliance, not even for a moment. He had never wanted to share his life, his duty, with anyone but her. They had fought together, built their future together, and she had never asked for anything in return except his loyalty. Now, he was being asked to give that loyalty to someone else in the name of political strategy.

But he knew he had no choice.

Pratap was a son of Mewar before all else. He had been raised with the belief that the kingdom always came first, even above personal desires. His father had made that clear. But for the first time, Pratap felt the crushing weight of that belief pressing down on him, suffocating him. He had to agree to the alliance—there was no other way to secure their kingdom’s future.

Yet the knowledge that he was hurting the one person who had always stood by him made his heart bleed. Ajabde’s quiet acceptance made it even worse, for he knew that she would never express her pain. She would support him, just as she always had, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t break something inside her.

With a deep breath, Pratap resolved to speak with her. He needed to tell her that this decision, while necessary, was tearing him apart as well. He couldn’t undo the path set before him, but he could, at least, make sure she knew that she was still the queen of his heart—no matter what alliances were made for Mewar’s sake.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈: The Alliance

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: || Kesariya ||~ The Saffron Shade of Love

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: This story is a fictional account on the marriage of Maharana Pratap with Purbai Solankini, the Princess of Solanki Clan. She was originally known as Pyaar Kanwar Solanki, and her name changed after her marriage. It's strictly fictional and bashing in comments or in my Asks as anons is not allowed other than constructive criticism.

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Maharani Jaiwanta Baiji Songara took the flower from the copper plate nearby and pushed it on the needle, making it roll down in the white string of the Garland she was making. The Maharani of Mewar was as generous as the flow of the River, always giving and never asking. But there was one thing Jaiwanta Baiji was picky about.

The Pooja of Her Krishna.

And thus, the Queen of Mewar was stringing garlands of white Jasmine flowers along with her sister-wives, the other wives of her Husband Maharana Uday Singh, namely Sajja Baiji Solankini and Karamati Baiji of Marwar, Maharana Uday Singh's second and third wife respectively, his fourth wife Veer Bai Jhala having gone to the temple of Eklingji to pray for the beloved son of Mewar, Kunwar Pratap Singh Sisodiya who was stationed at Kelwara.

"Jija! Here." Sajja Baiji said and gave the newly strung garland to Jaiwanta Baiji, the dusky skinned beauty of Jalore taking it and admiring it. "Jija, I see you thinking about something a lot nowadays. What happened? You look worried." Karamati Baiji asked.

It was a known fact to both that why Jaiwanta Baiji thought a lot. The Songara Chauhan Princess was worried about the ammunition help that would be needed for future help. Maharana Udai Singh remained firm on his resolve to surrender to the Mughals, but some other Rajput kings did not consider it appropriate to fight against the Mughals. This was the reason that Mewar had less military force, due to which the Mewari Rajputs had to pay a heavy price in the future.

"I'm just worried about ammunition, Karamati Behna. We know that some of our family are openly with us, and some are against it. How will we fight the Mughals until we get enough military forces?" Jaiwanta Baiji placed forth her worry.

"Jija, why do you worry about this? Ranaji will find a good solution. And about ammunition, I'm here right? My Father Rao Prithvi Singh Solanki won't stay behind in helping Ranaji." Sajja Baiji said in a soothing tone, which eased the worry in Jaiwanta's heart. Just as she could string another flower, her maid walked in.

"Khamma Rani sa Hukum!" She bowed. "Rana sa Hukum as for you three's presence in his Private Chambers main room. He awaits you with Rawat Chundawat ji." She told them and the three Queens of Mewar looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows, wondering why he would need all of their presence at once.

They all looked at each other, as Amar came in running exactly then for Jaivanta Bai. She laughed softly and scooped the three year old into her arms and took him with them, knowing that seeing Amar will calm Ranaji down too.

Rana Uday Singh meanwhile was agitated, worrying his lower lip between his teeth as he paced around the map of Rajputana. "We need ammunition, Ranaji. Kunwar Pratap is in Kelwara with our Army, and Bhils of Van Rajya are with us all thanks to him. But we still need an entire army at our dispatch for our war against the Mughals." Rawatji said.

Rawat Sai Das Chundawat was a great and able commander for Mewar, who also worked as a Strategy Planner and a Advisor to Maharana Uday Singh. The History of Mewar said that originally, the Chundawats were the sub-caste od Sisodiyas. Their progenitor Chunda Singh was the original heir of his Father Maharana Lakha, but gave away the Throne to his younger step brother Mokal Singh Sisodia.

"I know, I know Rawatji. But you know what happened to the letters we sent. Some replied in agreement, some in disagreement and some weren't replied." Maharana Uday Singh said in a frustrated tone, just as the two heard the sound of anklets.

"Dadajiraj!” came the cheery voice of Amar, who ran straight to his grandfather’s arms, as the latter’s three wives entered, looking at their husband and understanding the tense situation.

"Bhanwarji!" Uday Singh smiled automatically as he picked up his grandson and kissed his head. "You were with your Dadisa?" He asked.

"I just went to her, Dadajiraj," said the three year old, his smile the same as his mother's, though everything else was a copy of Pratap.

"Bhanwarji, as much as I wish to talk to you and spend some time with you, I have something very important to discuss with your Dadisas. Why don't you go to your Maa sa Hukum?" Uday Singh said gently.

"Hukum Dadajiraj" Amar Singh slipped out of his hold and joined his palms in a greeting to everybody and left in search of his Mother.

"Ranaji, what happened?" Jaiwanta Baiji asked once she was sure Amar Singh had gone. "Jaiwanta Baiji, I need to talk to you about something important. I have discussed this new Battle plan with Rawatji for the war against Mughals but.." Rana Uday Singh trailed off looking away with a sigh.

"But?" Jaiwanta Baiji asked as Sajja Baiji and Karamati Baiji exchanged glances.

"But we are short of ammunition Jaiwanta Baiji.." He sighed, finally telling her his worries.

"Do you have any Kingdom in mind to form an alliance with?"

At this question of Jaiwanta Baiji, everyone looked at her. When the Queen shared a glance with other spouses of Kings, the other two knew what she was implying.

"Alliance?" Uday Singh furrowed his brows and looked at Jaiwanta Baiji. "I don't understand Jaiwanta Baiji." He said quietly. He did understand it very well, he just wanted her to say it clearly.

“To get a larger army and ammunition, we need to form an alliance,” Jaivanta said gently. “Shakta and Heer’s marriage strengthened the bond with Jalore, but what about Toda?”

“Toda?" Uday Singh blinked confused before looking at Sajja Baiji who stepped up. "Ranaji, my niece Pyaar Kanwar Solanki. She is the daughter of my younger brother and his first wife who died early, and my brother was martyred. She was mainly raised by my brother's second Wife Mumal Baiji and my Father Rao Prithvi Singh Solanki." Sajja Bai said. "She is around 2 or 3 years younger than Ajabde." She told him.

Rana Uday Singh nodded with a hum as he reminisced about the shy and timid Toda Princess whom he had seen ages ago when Sajja Baiji's brother was alive. "Will Kunwar Pratap agree? He's very protective of Ajabde Baisa." He asked.

"Why won't he when Ajabde Baisa convinces him?" Jaiwanta Baiji smiled innocently, making Rana Uday Singh look at her incredulously. "Jaiwanta Baiji, Ajabde Baisa is the eldest daughter in law of Mewar. She must understand that as the future Heir Kunwar Pratap has to marry multiple times, what is asking her then?" He asked.

"The same reason as you ask Dheer Behna before doing anything." Karamati Baiji piqued in with a sweet smile. Uday Singh froze, turning to look at Karamat Baiji and sighed. "Karamati Baiji, I ask you all too" He was cut off.

”Before you ask Dheer? I am your first wife!” Jaivanta Bai said with a frown.

"I am not saying that!!" Uday Singh said immediately, his eyes widening in the fear that Jaiwanta Baiji will get upset with him. Although she was never one to get upset, he had his own experience with her. But wait, WHY was he being reminded of those experiences now? They had a Son who had his own Son! Uday Singh mentally shook his head. Calm Jaiwanta Baiji first.

"Jaiwanta Baiji, I mean to say that I take your Paramarsh- I mean you fours too before asking her!" He tried to calm her down.

”You do? Then why are you questioning why Ajabde’s permission is needed?” Jaivanta fought back with her husband, glaring at him. Rawatji looked at the scene unfolding in front of him incredulously, standing quietly with an amused smile. The only person who can win against a stubborn Maharana Uday Singh was his first wife— Maharani Jaiwanta Baiji Songara of Jalore.

Uday Singh saw through it and sighed. Putting his hands on hips, he shook his head exasperated. "Jaiwanta Baiji, I can never win against you. Okay, you go and ask Ajabde, and I will write to Pratap only after getting her agreement." Uday Singh said.

Jaiwanta Baiji smiled victoriously, looking at her Sisters. "Then Ranaji, we must go back to our work." She said and took her leave, her feet turning towards Ajabde's room.

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Chapter 2: Day 2

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: SHAKTI- Song of Revenge

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Gargi Singhal and Isha Desai run against time to catch a murderer on loose— and Goddess Durga comes on Earth for Navratri to bless her devotees, and Punish the Wrongdoers.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: the book contains disturbing themes as blood and gore, murders, mentions of rape and sexual assault. Read at your own risk.

𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗚𝗘

Gargi was sitting in her cabin, her fingers rubbing her head as she thought about the Case of Siddhant Guleria. She had seen the body. The body was brutalised in such a way that it had given a young intern who just joined them nightmares for sure.

Her fingers drummed on the tabletop as she thought. Her mind was consumed by the note she had found on Siddhant Guleria’s body. The cryptic message had sparked more questions than answers. Who were these nine souls mentioned in the note? Was there a connection between Siddhant and the others, or was he just the first in a twisted countdown?

Her eyes scanned the autopsy report for the hundredth time, but nothing new seemed to surface. Every detail of Siddhant's murder felt deliberate, as though the killer had carefully orchestrated each element. Yet, something about the whole thing gnawed at her—a missing piece she couldn't put her finger on. Was it personal, or purely symbolic? She let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing her temples as the weight of the investigation pressed down on her.

Just as she began to piece together a theory in her mind, the door to her cabin swung open, breaking the fragile silence. Rajat Mehra, her lead interrogator, stood in the doorway, his face tense with urgency.

"Gargi Mam," he began, stepping inside, "we have another body."

Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected the next victim so soon. “Who?” she asked, sitting up straighter.

"Deepankar Mishra, the Dean of SM Medical College," Rajat said grimly. "Found murdered in his own home."

The name hit Gargi hard. Deepankar was a well-known figure in the city’s elite circles, someone with immense power and influence. Her mind raced—this couldn’t be a coincidence. There had to be a link between Siddhant’s death and Deepankar’s murder. The clock was ticking faster than she had anticipated.

.

21 Hours earlier,

SM Medical College

The AC was on full blow, but still it couldn't dry the wet sweat on the thick neck of the man who had his head thrown back as small puffs of breaths escaped his mouth. His eyes were closed, hand tightening on the mop of hairs as he pushed the head down on his manhood.

The person who was kneeling in front of him was a Doctor intern, her hairs which were tied in a beautiful braid now ruffled as the man roughly grabbed her head and pushed it down, groaning loudly. Tears stained her cheeks as she fought back futilely, knowing that she wouldn't be able to overpower the man.

He was Dean of the college where she studied.

The man groaned and pushed her away, wearing his clothes and straightening the folds that happened. He looked at the broken Girl on the floor. "Same time tomorrow, or else you won't pass. Despite how hard you work." He threatened her. "Now wipe it off sweetheart." He said giving her a tissue.

The Girl whimpered as she took the tissue, and wiped the semen on her face. Once he went out, she stood up somehow and staggered to the bathroom, her legs jelly due to shock and pain, and threw up. Looking at her face in the mirror, she burst into tears, sobs wrecking out of her body.

Outside, everyone wore white and celebrated the revered Goddess Brahmacharini, who signifies the importance of Knowledge, self-discipline and ability to endure challenges with grace while remaining committed to higher purposes.

.

10 hours Later..

Deepankar Mishra snored aloud as he slept peacefully. He had done his worship of Mata Bhadrakali a few hours ago, and had prayed- which was more of him being sure- that he won't be killed like Siddhant Guleria.

Suddenly the lights of his house went off, making the AC stop. Groaning at the heat in his room, he woke up with a groan. "Ugh, Arre Magan! Why did the lights go off?" He called and when no answer came, he went out.

"Aye Magan! Where are you?! Or Madhu?! Where are you all?" He callrd out as he moved to step down, suddenly slipping off the stairs. Yelling out loud in pain, he fell on his back with a thud. As he held his throbbing head, his eyes fell on the pair of heeled boots in front of him. Trailing his eyes up, he saw a silhouette of a person- man or woman? He didn't knew.

"Who are—" The loud thud made his head spin more than before, and he felt something wet in his head. His eyes blurred as his vision faltered. Another hit, this time on his hip, and he screamed in pain.

"Pelvic bone." It was a woman's voice. "One of the strongest bones in a body." She said and again hit the bone, making him howl in pain. Pulling a steel chair towards him, the perpetrator sat on it. "That's what you taught in your class, right?" They asked.

"W-who are you? What- what do you want from me?!" Deepankar asked as he tried sitting up. The perpetrator calmly grabbed a bag on their side and opened the zip, taking out different types of weapons. "Hmm… this looks good." She said and took out a Sickle, sitting in front of Deepankar.

"You are very fond of making innocent girls the victims of your lust, aren't you?" They asked in a quiet tone. "W-w-what nonsense are you talking about? Who are you? And why are you hitting me like this?" Deepankar stammered.

The other person scoffed. "My name is Kaali. And I annihilate demons like you." She said and jabbed the sickle right where his manhood was, blood seeping out and he howled in pain loudly. Grabbing another dagger by her other hand, she dagger upwards into Deepankar's mouth in such a way that the upper pointed corner of the dagger came out of his head.

"Filth." She heard someone over her earpiece and immediately packed her things, going out. Meanwhile, in the dark sitting in a house, the laptop illuminated the screen as multiple Cameras showing the Perpetrator's entry, killing and exit were shown. With a click on 'Enter', they deleted the footage and logged out of the Hacked Security System.

.

Isha stood beside the cold, sterile examination table where the body of Deepankar Mishra lay, her gloved hands clasped in front of her as she spoke to Gargi Singhal. The tension in the air was almost suffocating as the two women faced the grim reality of the situation. The forensic lab was dimly lit, amplifying the weight of the discovery they were about to discuss.

Gargi crossed her arms, her brows furrowed in concern, her eyes fixed on Isha. "What have you found?" she asked, though a part of her dreaded the answer.

Isha took a deep breath before speaking, her voice professional yet tinged with unease. "The cause of death was exasanguination, but it’s what I found in his body that’s more disturbing. There are traces of multiple acids—hydrochloric, sulfuric, and formic—used in a calculated manner. The acids weren’t intended to kill him instantly, but rather to cause prolonged, excruciating pain. The killer wanted him to suffer."

Gargi’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she didn’t respond. Acid torture wasn’t a method typically associated with swift, revenge-driven murders. This was something else. Something far more sadistic. “They tortured him,” she murmured, almost to herself. “The killer didn’t just want him dead. They wanted him to feel every moment of agony.”

Isha nodded grimly. “Exactly. The acids were applied over a span of time—perhaps hours. Deepankar was subjected to unimaginable pain before he finally died from blood loss.”

Gargi's mind raced. The second body in two days. They were only on the second day of Navratri, and another high-profile figure had been found murdered, with traces of ritualistic brutality. First Siddhant Guleria, now Deepankar Mishra. Two men from vastly different professions, but both highly connected. Both well-known, powerful men.

"This isn't random," Gargi said, her voice tightening as she thought out loud. "There has to be a connection. Siddhant and Deepankar… they must have crossed paths somehow."

Isha, still focused on the forensic aspects, added, "The killer—or killers—are clearly following a pattern. The fact that both victims were high-profile individuals suggests this is more than personal vendetta. It’s methodical."

Gargi nodded, but her mind was now spiraling into darker possibilities. The note found on Siddhant’s body had warned them: nine days, nine punishments. If the killer was targeting someone each day during Navratri, they only had seven days left to catch them. And with the level of precision and torture involved, this was no ordinary serial killer. This was someone seeking to deliver retribution in the most violent way possible.

"Do we have any leads on how they could be connected? Anything from Deepankar’s phone records, emails, anything that ties him to Siddhant?" Gargi asked, her voice sharp, almost urgent.

Isha shook her head. "Nothing concrete yet. We’re still going through his digital footprint, but so far, nothing stands out."

Gargi turned away, pacing the length of the room, her mind churning with possibilities. Two days, two bodies. The killer was working at a pace that felt impossible to match. But the inclusion of acid torture, the brutality of it, told her that this wasn’t just about killing—it was about making the victims pay for something. Some crime they had committed in the past.

"Navratri," Gargi whispered to herself, thinking of the goddess Durga, known for her wrath against evil. The murders weren’t just random. They were symbolic. A twisted form of justice, or at least, the killer’s version of it.

She stopped and faced Isha. "We need to find out what these men were involved in. Something they’ve kept hidden. Some crime they committed together, something that connects them all."

Isha’s expression softened, realizing how deeply the case was affecting Gargi. "I’ll keep digging into the forensics and background checks, but Gargi… this killer is moving fast. We need to act even faster."

Gargi nodded, her jaw clenched. "We will. Before the next body shows up."

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈𝐈: Pyaar Kanwar Solankini

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: || Kesariya ||~ Saffron Shade of Love

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: This story is a fictional account on the marriage of Maharana Pratap with Purbai Solankini, the Princess of Solanki Clan. It's strictly fictional and bashing in comments or in my Asks as anons is not allowed other than constructive criticism.

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Toda, Rajasthan

The sunlight filtered through the huge windows of the Fort, the dark blue silk curtains with golden embroidery on its ends blocking the sunlight. One peeked through it and fell on the person sleeping. Their eyebrows scrunched and they turned their heads to the other side.

A middle aged woman came in and gently smiled at the person on bed, her grey and black hairs shining as she moved to the curtains and pushed them aside all while singing.

Gherdar Ghaghro gulaabi ravle chadi la

Gherdaar Ghaghro gulaabi ravle chadi la

The sweet melody of her was ringing in the whole Chamber as soon another maid entered and spread the raar and Lobhan filled smoke of the Dhoop around the Chambers. The person on the bed squirmed before slowly sitting up.

Ghani re Ghani Khamma, mhari kshatre Rani jaage,

Are Ghani re Ghani Khamma, Ghughariya thora Baaje!

The golden rays of sun fell on the luminous face which resembled that of moon, and it twinkled the small gem on her small nath, which was attached on her hairs with a small gold chain.

The brown eyes twinkled as she smiled softly and stretched herself a little, her Lac bangles kinkling together. “Ghani Khamma Baijiraj, please wake up. You have to go for your daily Pooja too. Also, Rao sa will be arriving soon. He has asked to meet you." Chanda said.

Chanda Dhaai was Purbai's mother's maidservant, and had raised Purbai as her Dhaai Maa since childhood, especially as her Mother had gotten weak due to a disease. When her Mother got pregnant again when she was eleven, she died at childbirth leaving a eleven year old Purbai and a baby Rai Singh. To give them a motherly affection, Her Father married Mumal Baisa but died in a Battle a year later leaving them alone. Mumal adored Purbai and loved her alot.

"Ji Dhaai Maa sa." Purbai smiled and got off from her bed and untangled her hairs as she walked towards the bath.

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Rao Prithvi Singh Solanki sat on his throne in his Chambers as he awaited his granddaughter Purbai in his Chambers. His eyes went out of his window when he heard a melodious laughter, and looked only to see the Children of the workers who worked in. He saw that the children of the maids and servants working in the palace had engaged Purbai in their games. Purbai would run after them and joke about catching them, and the children would burst out laughing.

Purbai laughed with them too, her melodious laughter lighting up the whole Palace. Prithvi Singh sighed softly. He wouldn't be hearing her melodious laughter, the soft voice of her singing Bhajans, her anklets chiming in the whole Palace, her radiant face daily.

The Pride of Solankis was now going to be the Bride of Sisodiyas.

He watched as Purbai soon disappeared into the palace threshold, and waited. She was full of energy, full of drive, eager to learn. And now, that little girl has grown up into a woman—graceful, wise beyond her years, and beauty which mirrors that of her late mother. She carried herself as if she were the elder princess of the Solanki lineage, yet at times, he could still catch a glimpse in her soft smile and reflective eyes of the little girl she was.

How quickly she had blossomed from being a little girl who used to hide under his arms, into a woman prepared for an even newer life, but not in another family.

"Dadosa Hukum?"

He immediately wiped the tear which had perched itself up at the corner of his eye and composed himself, he smiled at her. "Ah, Pyaar Baisa. Please come." He smiled.

Purbai regally walked in, smiling at her Grandfather. Pyaar Kanwar was her original name, along with Purbai. While most of the people outside the Fort called her by her name Purbai, she was often called as Pyaar Kanwar by her family members.

"Paava Dhoog Dadosa Hukum," She touched the floor near her Grandfather's feet. "Dadosa Hukum, you called me?" She asked as she sat in front of him, her palms folded neatly on her lap. Dressed in an elegant blue Poshak and jewelleries, Purbai looked like some Goddess of Yore.

"Baisaraj, I have something very important to talk to you about." Rao Prithvi Singh didn't knew how to tell this to Purbai. His Granddaughter although was easy to catch. "Yes Dadosa?" She asked politely.

"Pyaar Baisa.. You know Kunwar Pratap well, right?" He asked and Purbai felt her heartbeat rising. Not because of the fact that she loved him, that was surely not the case, but for the fact that she knew where this was going. Nodding a little, she waited for her Grandfather.

"Child, it's time you step in the another stage of a Woman's life. Rana Uday Singh has asked for your hand in marriage for his eldest son, Kunwar Pratap Singh. This will not only keep the tradition of Bappa Rawal's promise, but will also strengthen the relationship between Solankis of Toda and Sisodiyas of Mewar. Your Bua sa Sehajakunwar Solankini also married Rana Uday Singh. And I don't really think that I have to tell you about Kunwar Pratap. You have known him since long." He said.

Not really, Purbai thought. Yes, she had met Pratap at several occasions. Whenever she accompanied her Sajja Bua sa to Mewar after the birth of jer second son Veeramdev, she had met Kunwar Pratap for first time. Both were very young back then, but she had known that Kunwar Pratap didn't spoke too much. He was someone who always kept things to himself, but was great at holding conversations.

Kunwar Pratap was older to her by few years, him being a few months older to her cousin Kunwar Shakti. When she had gone there, she had met Jaiwanta Baiji, the Maharani of Mewar and was instantly attracted to her stature and poise. Such a great Lady she was! She hadn't gone much to Mewar after that, but had heard that Kunwar Pratap married Bijolia's Princess Ajabde Bai Punwar, and had a son with her.

"Dadosa.. I don't know what to say. Kunwar Pratap is already married." She said softly. "To Ajabde Baisa, Pyaar Baisa. I have met the Princess of Rao Mamrakh Punwar. Such a kind woman she is, she feels like Maharani Jaiwanta Baiji's own shadow. Always carries her with grace, is very respected and loved by whole family. I must say, Rana Uday Singh's doors of fortune opened when she walked in Mewar as Bride of Kunwar Pratap." Rao Prithvi Singh had met a young Ajabde when she married Kunwar Pratap. He was one of the members of Royal Court who had joined Kunwar Pratap's wedding Procession to Bijolia.

Purbai listened attentively, her interest piquing more in the Wife of Kunwar Pratap. She knew that political alliances were more due to duty to motherland than love. But who didn't knew about Kunwar Pratap's love for his beloved wife? She had heard tidbits that he had fought with his Father to marry her. She knew already that Pratap may never love her, as it was more of a Political alliance. But when she remembered seeing the genuine affection for her Bua sa in Rana Uday Singh's eyes, in a corner of her heart maybe she hoped he will admire her, if not love.

"Dadosa.. if you feel this alliance will bring prosperity to Toda and strengthen our relationship with Mewar, I agree for the marriage." She said softly. Rao Prithvi Singh Solanki smiled and caressed her hairs. "May Khiwaj Mataji always bless you my Child. Go, I will write to Rana Uday Singh about your acceptance." He said gently. "Dadosa, can I write to Bua sa?" When Rao Prithvi Singh nodded, she walked out with a smile.

Greeting the Maidservants and Soldiers who greeted her back, she made her way to her Chambers as her mind drifted back to the time she had met Pratap for the last time. It was before Pratap married the Baijilal of Bijolia, and it was the festival of Teej. Pratap had been polite, his eyes shining with love for his motherland, and full of respect for the women, for both of Royal Status and Common Women.

The older women of Mewar loved him like they loved their own sons, the young men looked up at him in awe and respect, the Girls fawned over him like butterflies over the flowers, and young Kids all adored him.

It didn't took long for Purbai to get a crush on him. And why would she not? Pratap was someone who was the every word bards sing about Rajput. He was brave, he was generous, he was a people's person, he lived in Palaces yet he was down to earth, he loved his Mother and Motherland so much and never bowed to anyone but Eklingji, his Mother, Motherland, Clan Goddess, His Parents and Mothers, his Teachers and close kins who were elders, and always created havoc in Mughal Armies.

He was someone whom even Jalaluddin feared.

With a sigh Purbai dropped on her back on her bed, her one finger coiling around a lick of her hairs as she smiled softly. Here she was trying to forget him so that she can be loyal to her husband. But seems like Matarani didn't wanted that, and so Purbai got an alliance from Mewar.

"Ohho?" She sat up when she heard a amused chuckle. "Manjari Baisa?" She smiled softly as Radha sat down on her side. Padma was daughter of Chanda Dhaai Maa, and she grew up alongside Purbai. Manjari and Purbai were very close, and lived like Sisters. Manjari was always with Purbai, and it was speculated that she will accompany Purbai to Mewar after her marriage.

"I heard about the alliance. I'm so happy for you Baisaraj!" Manjari smiled brightly. Purbai smiled back softly. "So you and Kunwar Pratap right?" She smirked and Purbai blushed.

"But Hukum Baisa, I have heard that he loves his first wife and Yuvrani Baisa a lot. She's your competitor for his love." Manjari laughed and Purbai's smile dropped. "Manjari… it doesn't matter."

Manjari blinked, her laugh dying as she looked at Purbai. "Baisa, what are you saying? Of course it does. You are marrying him." She said, "Manjari Baisa, what I mean is that it doesn't matter if he loves me like he loves Yuvrani Baisa. She was before me, in every step. She will be his Maharani sa eventually. And I won't just.. come in her way.." Purbai said while looking out of the window, her expression solemn.

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