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[ahamasmiyodhah]

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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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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[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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[ahamasmiyodhah]

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 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐈 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

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[ahamasmiyodhah]

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 बलखाती 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]

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. "Purbai 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 Purbaisa 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 Purbaisa. 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.

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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 Purbai 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 Purbai 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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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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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. It's strictly fictional and bashing in comments or in my Asks as anons is not allowed other than constructive criticism.

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

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 Royalty, but they gave away their Kingdom to Sisodiyas to rule.

"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 Pur Bai. 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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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)

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 & 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

Sawariyo Parnaaye (series)

Ardhanarishwarar

Shiva

Shakti

𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃

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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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