❝ ᴀ sᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴀᴅʏ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀʜᴀʀᴀɴᴀ ᴜᴅᴀɪᴘʀᴀᴛᴀᴘ sɪɴɢʜ ʀᴀɢʜᴜᴠᴀɴsʜɪ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʟᴇsʜ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs. ❞

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The magnificent palace of Udaipur, was painted red with blood of brave soldiers of Udaipur in white uniforms. The white uniformed soldiers were attacked by the green uniformed soldiers of Afghans.

The skillful moves and courageous hearts were not enough for the well planned attack by the Afghans that too by cowardly infiltrating the palace. And the most important part was, betrayal.

There was a traitor who had revealed the secret routes and passages of palaces to the Afghans, making them break the security of the back gates and attack the unprepared royals directly.

Rana Udaipratap Singh Raghuvanshi, extremely skillful and an excellent warrior fought with all his might with all his loyal soldiers and his commander Rawat Chundawat.

But he was unprepared and couldn't guide his handful of soldiers properly which resulted in random defense. Shakti who warned Ranaji to evacuate the palace for time being, was harshly chastised by his father for even thinking of running like a coward.

Jayvanta baisa, immediately ordered all the ladies of the harem to either fight like a virangana or to commit Jauhar with the other ladies and queens.

Jauhar was a practice performed by the queens and women of the king and soldiers, who died on the battlefield to show that their heart, body and soul will remain rightfully only of their husbands till death.

By jumping in the pool of burning firewood, the extremely brave kshatranis refuse to be owned or touched by any other male beside their husbands and end their lives with pride, respect and satisfaction.

But the situation degraded when a group of Afghan soldiers broke the door to harem and dragged the women to the royal court while the Jauhar was stopped.

The Maharana on the other side, was attacked with deception on the back of his head and thrown into the dungeons captured in chains and dripping in blood, unconscious like a wild animal.

Mohammad Raffa Abdullah Khan. The current badshah of Afghans sat on the throne of Udaipur, while the queens, Jayvanta baisa, Sajja baisa and Dheer baisa were chained in front of him with Veer baisa and other ladies of the harem.

Shakti Singh escaped out of the fort with Jagmal on Jayvanta baisa's orders while Rawat Chundawat disappeared without any trace. The ladies were in a dire situation under the lustful gaze of Raffa Khan.

"Maharani Jayvanta, accept my terms to be my concubine with your whole harem and I will spare you and your ladies. Your spineless king is captured dead while taking his last breaths and your sons with that traitor Chundawat disappeared," said Khan.

"Now you have no other option but to surrender and be my concubine," he stated.

The fire and rage in the eyes of not only Jayvanta bai, but all the ladies was enough to burn him and his entire clan into ashes.

"Bane kabhi na aur kisi ki jaan bhale hi jaani," seethed Jayvanta baisa with a deadly cold voice. We will never be owned by another man even though we are dead, was what it meant

"Patni dharma nibhane ko kshatrani de kurbani," continued Sajja baisa with rage and hatred. The kshatrani can even sacrifice their life to follow their marriage vows as a wife.

"Jaate jaate ek duje ko, dono ne garv karaya," gritted Dheer baisa fiercely. The husband (by fighting for his nation till his last breath) and wife (by accepting death rather than other man) made each other proud with their sacrifice even in their last moments.

"Jauhar phir se aya, itihaas ne swayam ko dohraya," chanted all the ladies behind them. Jauhar has come again, history repeated itself.

A kshatriya lady was always taught the importance of Jauhar, that is self sacrifice in holy fire if the situation arises rather than to sacrifice your self respect by being a concubine of another man forcefully.

And the courageous kshatranis were always one man woman, no matter how many co-wives she had. They were devoted to their husband like he was a God.

By hearing their fierce replies, Khan trembled on the throne. Yet, he composed himself and answered, "None of you will be spared! Soldiers, cut their throats!" Ordered Khan.

Before the soldiers could attack the ladies, there were seven arrows which pierced all seven soldiers' chests at the same time, killing them immediately. Making Khan stand up from the throne of Udaipur in terror while the ladies gasped in surprise.

There stood a beautiful lady in white dhoti and silver armour. Her hair tied in a bun and her large honey brown eyes lined with kohl making them look fierce and gorgeous. Her hand stretched with a bow in her hands carved beautifully.

Her aura screamed power and grace. Her beauty mesmerized Khan and he couldn't help but say, "Masha Allah!"

"A scratch on any lady belonging to Maharana Udaipratap Singh Raghuvanshi and I will cut your flesh apart in thousands of pieces," her voice was ever so calm and leveled but the underlying threat was very clear and fierce.

"Baijisa," recognized Jayvanta baisa and Khan together in disbelief and mesmerization.

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sʜᴀʙᴅ-ᴋᴏsʜ : ᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ.

ᴠɪʀᴀɴɢᴀɴᴀ : ᴀ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ.

ᴊᴀᴜʜᴀʀ : ʜᴏʟʏ sᴇʟғ-sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ғɪʀᴇ.

ᴋsʜᴀᴛʀᴀɴɪs : ʟᴀᴅɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴋsʜᴀᴛʀɪʏᴀ (ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ) ᴄʟᴀɴ.