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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.

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

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.

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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