❝ ɪᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs sɪɴᴄᴇ sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʜᴇʀ sᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇғᴏʀᴇ sʜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇғᴜʟ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ. ❞

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"Baujiraj? Are you even listening?" slight whining voice of his best-friend, Chakrapani brought him out of his trance.

Yet, immediately he pondered back to his question. Does he have anything he would like to send her?

Apart from letters regarding business and politics, there was nothing that he ever sent her back. He remembered when he got her letter for the first-time.

When the news of his expenditure to conquer the main fort of Alwar was spread all over the land.

That was when she wrote to him for the first time, suggesting that instead he should capture the smaller forts surrounding the main fort first and then proceed towards the main fort.

For the first second, he found it irritating that she poked her nose in his important war ventures. But once he read through the detailed plan, he was rather impressed by her way of thinking.

Then came the important point of security of their conversation. If the said letter would have been found by anyone else, Alwar would have been captured in the wrong hands very easily.

So from then onwards, their letters were strictly delivered to each other by Chakrapani, Shakti or trained spies.

This was eight years ago. Since that day, they have developed a comfortable communication system by means of letters. It helped him immensely to keep an idea of situations in the capital while she knew the position of borders.

On that note, he remembered her last letter which was yet to be answered. He received it three months ago. While he was busy building strategies to win Bundelkhand.

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Khama ghani Naath,

I hope the strategies of yours to conquer Bundelkhand are going as planned. I received your letter asking about my views on strategies about the next expenditure.

Foremost, I would like to humbly put forth that sasumaasa has kindly asked me to request your return to Udaipur after this win.

It has been seven years since she saw her son. Therefore she and your father are very hopeful for your return.

But as you will rather think, this is none of my business to poke, I was just fulfilling my duty as to request your consideration to the given suggestion.

About the next venture, I firmly think that we are now strong enough to win back Chittorgadh which belonged to Raghuvansh back from the Afghans.

The dream that Kunwarsa Adhrik Singh Raghuvanshi's ancestors saw, can now be fulfilled. I suggest you ask him to present the fort to his father Maharana.

There would be no gift greater than the fort he lost his hope to ever acquire back. But it will need excellent planning and months of full proofed strategies.

So I suggest you return back to Udaipur for the time being and work on the strategies for conquering Chittorgadh after Bundelkhand, with your friend Kunwarsa.

Sa aadar sahit,
Baisaa.

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The letter reminded him of the dream that he and she, both re-viewed together. His grandfather and father had already left all the hope to re-acquire the fort of Chittor. After gaining Chittor, he would become the Chakravartin Samrat of current Hindustan.

He started giving importance to her advice and suggestions seeing how helpful they were to him. Her letters always showed him the right path ahead. His very own path to success.

He felt the urge to write back a reply at the very least. He gave a curt nod towards Chakrapani and began writing the answering letter.

After completing the letter, he folded it neatly and packed it in the case, sealing it with the official seal. Then he handed the letter to Chakrapani Mishra.

"Take this and give this letter straight to Baisaa. Directly in her hands as always," he commanded. Baisaa. She was adamant to not reveal her name. Also, she never once asked about his identity too.

Never inquired about his well-being or anything more than official matters. Never did she complained about his shortcoming of not giving her attention or not even addressing her as his wife.

He was actually even ignoring his duties as a husband to her. Generally, they both stayed obvious to their personal matters. It was like a cordial and professional bond.

She herself never wrote 'your wife' or any other endearment claiming her place or importance in his life, through her letters.

She calls him 'Naath' and he refers to himself as such when he writes back, out of her respect towards him. It is considered inauspicious for a wife to say aloud her husband's name.

Or even refer to him with his said name. No wife in his time, did refer to their husband with their names. Just their titles or respected endearments. He personally does not believe in such things.

But he does not feel that intimate with any of his wife, to urge them to call him by his said name.

He knew she understands him better than anyone else. His moves, his strategies, his thoughts and even his decisions. Yet, never once she mendled in his work.

Or came in the way of his duties as a soldier and the crown prince. She knew he would never approach or visit her. Yet, never bother to whine as his other wife and women in his harem do.

His second wife, 𝐾𝑢𝑛𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑉𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑎 never forgets to write him love letters in the middle of his war expenditures. Which he so generously, never bothered to reply or even open as matter of fact.

The ladies of his harem shared a common goal ; To gain the next Ranasa's attention, bear his offspring and rise above the rest.

The moment he wins any fort, they always expect gifts and favors from him. Not her. She was different, and so was her goal.

Many times his ranimaa has to write to him regarding conflicts and cat-fights in harem.

And after he was fed up with the leeches, he diverted the responsibilities of harem to Baisaa. Technically, the responsibilities which should have been taken by Veer baisa.

He was thankful when she handled his harem in the name of badi bahusa and his mother took a sigh of relief from handling the young witches.

He admired her for handling the war matters, politics and harem even after staying far away from the palace, never once complaining about anything. She had total control over each and every lady of harem.

Like a true queen. She has kept her promise sincerely of completing all her duties without expecting any rights or authority in return.

Sometimes he was forced to think, what could she have done with authority if this was the control she executed simply without it?

Even Veer baisa to a great extent was forced to comply with her. For a while he thought he should give her something in return for her immense support to him throughout the years.

But then he thinks about possibilities of him giving her false hope and leading her on. Once the misunderstanding and expectations build in a relationship, it is bound to turn bitter.

He has only one content marital relationship out of two, and that surprisingly was with her.

"Okay Baujiraj. Now I will take your leave. And do save some kheer for me," said Chakrapani and left his camp.

He just chuckled and shook his head at his friend. The great scholar can be an absolute kid sometimes.

It was now his time to be back in Udaipur. Till now, the whole Awadh would have known of his said return back to his home. And his beloved subjects would be overly eager to welcome him.

Not to forget, his dajiraj, ranimaa, manjhali maa and choti maa. Also his wife ; kunwarani Veer baisa and ladies of harem.

He groaned at the merry thought of the last person and the ladies of his harem. These were going to be some of the hardest days of his life.

Even more than when he is on the battle field fighting in between the situations regarding life or death.

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sʜᴀʙᴅ-ᴋᴏsʜ :- ᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ

ᴋʜᴀᴍᴀ ɢʜᴀɴɪ : ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢs.

ɴᴀᴀᴛʜ : ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ.

sᴀsᴜᴍᴀsᴀ : ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ-ɪɴ-ʟᴀᴡ.

ɢᴀᴅʜ : ғᴏʀᴛ.

sᴀ ᴀᴀᴅᴀʀ sᴀʜɪᴛ : ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴜᴇ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ.

ʙᴀɪsᴀᴀ : ᴀɴ ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴅʏ.

ᴄʜᴀᴋʀᴀᴠᴀʀᴛɪɴ sᴀᴍʀᴀᴛ : ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ.

ʜɪɴᴅᴜsᴛᴀɴ : ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴅɪᴀ.

ʙᴀʜᴜsᴀ : ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ-ɪɴ-ʟᴀᴡ.

ᴅᴀᴊɪʀᴀᴊ : ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ.

ʀᴀɴɪᴍᴀᴀ : ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

ᴍᴀɴᴊʜᴀʟɪ ᴍᴀᴀ : sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴡɪғᴇ ᴏғ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

ᴄʜᴏᴛɪ ᴍᴀᴀ : ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇsᴛ ᴡɪғᴇ ᴏғ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇsᴛ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.