When Mishka is asked to once again sacrifice for her family, she undoubtedtly agrees. But this time she had to marry with a Prince who is well known for being the coldest amongst all his brothers. The eldest son of Maharaja Jaysingh Rathore.
Mishka...
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The day of the wedding was here everything was set up along with all the preparations. The Himgarh palace was decorated as a bride and soon the wedding ceremony happened with Rajvardhan filling the vermilion on Mishka's forhead.
Rajvardhan POV:
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"Raj, what are you doing here my boy? It's your wedding night you should be in your wife's room." Baapu Sa said to me. I was standing on the rooftop of the Himgarh palace, all the boundaries and every single corners were decorated with candles and the only source of light to see how beautiful this place was.
It was my first time of moving towards north and from what I've read in all those historic manuscripts and books written by the travellers they were not even close in justifying the beauty this place holds. It feels like heaven but on the mere land.
"I'm so mesmerised with this place that I just can't take my eyes away from all the beauty of nature." I replied before turning towards my father, Maharaja Jaysingh Rathore.
"I know! this place does that to you, hence its also known as the 'Prithvi ka Swarg'(Paradise on Earth). I always knew that Suryadev had a daughter because even if we seperated our ways the moment we left gurukul, I always kept in touch with the people around him." I was shocked with such news, I never knew Baapu sa would ever keep tabs on such an old mate.
