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Chapter 12| Obverse
"Before Jaivanta and her son comes back, I have to do something." Grunted Rani Dheerbai clenching her jaws.
Rana Udai Singh had already dispatched a formal letter asking the queen to return. At the end of the day, it was his character and reputation at stake.
People had begun gossiping about the fallout between the maharani and the Rana of Mewar. Rumors spread that all of this was Dheerbai's doing.
But the third wife of Rana Udai Singh, just didn't seem to bother; neither was the rana showing any interest in such baseless allegations against his favourite wife. After all, this wasn't the first time where people were speaking ill of his favourite queen.
"What are you going to do then?" asked the ten year old Kunwar Jagmal.
"Let me think," she muttered and then glanced at her son saying, "why don't you meet your daajiraj?"
The ten year old shrugged and went away. Kunwar Jagmal was Rana Udai Singh's favourite son. Born o
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