As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the kingdom of Raigarh, Kunwar Pratap stood at the edge of the palace balcony, lost in thought. The weight of his responsibilities as the yuvraj pressed heavily on his shoulders. He gazed at the sprawling lands of his ancestors, the lush fields that had fed and nurtured his people for generations, and felt an unsettling turmoil brewing within him.

Maitree Pratap Singh, the warrior princess of Sitapur, emerged from the shadows of the balcony, her presence as radiant as the twilight sky. "You seem troubled, Kunwarsa," she said softly, her voice like a gentle stream. "Is it the upcoming council meeting or something more personal?"

Pratap turned, locking eyes with her. "It is both, my beloved. The council is divided, and whispers of dissent grow louder each day. Some question my ability to lead without my father at my side. Yet, it is not just political unrest that haunts me."

Maitree stepped closer, her patience resembling the flow of the Ganges. "Then share your heart with me. You know I am here to stand by you, in every battle, be it against foes or within."

Swallowing hard, Pratap revealed the shadows of his past—the memories of his real parents, Shivendra Pratap Singh and Vijayalakshmi, whose untimely demise had left a void in his life. "I fear I may never live up to their legacy. How can I be a true protector of our people when I am still learning to protect my own heart?"

Maitree reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. "Your heart is already a fortress, Pratap. You lead with compassion, wisdom, and strength. That is what makes you a true Rajput. But perhaps, it is time to confront the ghosts of your past, not as a weakness, but as a source of strength."

Her words resonated within him; the gentle smile soothing his soul

Holding her close to his chest he was going to kiss her forehead

He wake from his sleep with a Jerk. He realised it was a dream and again his heart filled with hate and said "hume apka abhas swapn mein bhi swikar nahi Ghrina kar te hai aap se maitree aap se aap ke naam se yanha tak ki aapke hone se bhi "

"Aap ek swarthi aur biswas ghatani stree hai . Hum swayam ko baar baar smaran karate hai aap ne kyaa Kiya hai humare saath taaki hum bhule nahi aapne humare saath kia kiya tha"

Sitapur:

Our baisa in simple rajasthani attire doing tulasi puja giving arghya to suryadev"aap to sab ko dekh sakte hain na surya narayan unhe bhi jinhe hum nahi dekha paa rahe .unhe apna ashirwad dijiye bhagwan aur unka dhyan rakhna" she smiled and joined her hands. Her eyes filled with all she has for husband

Here in Raigarh pratap close the curtains as if it burn his skin