Hmm. I love mangoes. They are so delicious. Whether it is green or yellow/ red. Whether it is sour or sweet respectively. Thank God for letting me eat this beautiful fruit.Now how I got here. Well….Earlier that day…..As I finished getting ready in my green full sleeve blouse and yellow floral long skirt and dupatta with simple necklace and earrings and mangtika as I don't like heavy jewelry, you don't know when you have to run, I got message from my dai ma (nursemaid) that my father has asked me to have breakfast with him. Now that's a turn of events, he never meets me at breakfast only at lunch and dinner. My dai ma whose name is Kumud is my second favourite women in the world. She always there to look after me. And sometime I think she dotes on me because she cared for my mother as not only a maid but as a very good friend. So back to the breakfast thi

I watch as my father having heated conversation with Dharma uncle and the older man I know now is Samreshwar, chief conselor and younger brother of King Rameshwar Singh of Swarnalipuram.I also watch Kumud Ma wringing her hands as she looks at them with concern for me.And that boy who saved me. Yes that boy not man as he has really made my day from bad to worse. He says, " Either it is a king or a queen , their promise should not be broken. My grandmother would be most disappointed if you broke it. And I know how much you respect her."I look at my father and see decision in his eyes and feel it's in not my favour.Oh! How I wish I had not defended him in the woods.Earlier that day…..My father comes barrleing towards me and takes me away

Rudra's pov.I look at her standing there beside the priest. Today is her birthday. She is very beautiful more than the last time I saw her. She was cute then and she is cute now also.Maybe marriage would not be such a problem. Just when I finish that thought she turns around and finds me and smiles. Maybe a little trouble. But she is now part of my family and I will do everything to protect her. Because she is mine now.From the start….Swarnalipuram is in north of Vasudhara country. It has all the seasons. In winter it's cold in far north and in spring, summer and monsoon it becomes colorful in middle and southern part. I has three big alliances with its neighbouring countries which makes them invincible. I am Rudraveer Rameshwar Sing

I am desperately trying to sleep here in this small hut. It was past midnight before we put a stop to rest. But how can I sleep when he is guarding me at the end of my pallet.I don't like when someone is looking at me when I sleep. It's creepy that way. But when we reach Swarnalipuram I have to share not only a room but a bed with that person. If it was him only I would have requested him to sit by the other side of room but on the other side my uncle, his uncle and brothers are resting. I draw the quilt up to head.Earlier that day…..I look at my father for a minute then walk up to him and hug him. He embraces me tightly too."Well! Now please don't start crying unless you want to look like Anshu tried to paint on your face." He says.

I look around me. My entry really bring joys and tears. I still can't believe this is happening.I look at my new father-in-law who is very angry and ready to murder someone but he can't. Because two people are protecting that person.One is obviously me, other is my new family member Tejaswini bua.And the person we are protecting is Bhima uncle.Wow! My first day in my new home and it is a blast.Earlier that day…..Hira started leading us towards her house. As we started following her she told me about the places we were passing. Like the market street where we could get anything we want. Then civilian's houses which looked cosy and comfortable. Then some luxarious houses came which belonged to m