Being A King is not at all easy, it demands your sweat, hard work, blood and most important sacrifices... A King's life is not his...its of his state..his people...
Join me on the journey of the great King of suryagarh....Sidharth Mahendra Singh....
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Sidharth Mahendra Singh son of the late king Mahendra dev Singh and queen Indrani, In his twenty eight years of life, fought many wars on the battlefield as well as in his heart.
His father always used to tell him being a king is not at all easy its demand your sweat, hard work, dedication, blood and most important sacrifices, A king's life is not his own, it's of his state's people, Sidharth proved himself a devoted and dutiful king, he is honourable, virtuous, wise and understanding, he treats his subjects with respect, no matter how seemingly unimportant they are, he governs the land fairly, is a Royal Who Actually Does Something, and feels no need to flaunt his considerable power....
"Remember one thing my son, A king can never fall in love....never.." his father words to him in one of the sessions but when love understands logic and he falls for her....his peace...his love...An innocent and fierce common girl Shehnaaz.....
" pandit ji shiv ji par toh sbka saman adhikar hota hai na toh ap unke liye humko rok rhe hai jo abhi tak aaye bhi nh hai, kyu humse pehle jaane de rhe hai, hum kabse yahan khade hai..kyunki woh raja hai toh humara koi maul nh, ab shivji bhi hume intzaar krwayenge" she said loudly attracting his attention on her.
" pandit Ji aap inhe pehle jaane de, hum baad mein chle jayenge" he said, her heart stopped listening to his heavy voice, after all he is the king, he might sentence her to death.
" nh nh ye toh aise hi befaltu mein bolti rehti hai aap aaye Maharaj"
" Suniye..." he called her, She turned and looked into his eyes without any hesitation and fear, her long black hairs curtaining her face, clad in a simple white skirt and shirt with dupatta placed on her head, she took her heart away in an instant.
" Aap cahe toh humare saath darshan krle" she gasped hearing his words.
" nh nh Maharaj iski koi zaroorat nh" her kohl filled eyes enlarged, her bangles chimes as she removes her hair from her face....
" aap aaiye humare saath hum nh chahte apk shiv ji apko aur intzaar krwaye" Amar who is standing beside him shows her his big eyes to deny.
"Chle" he ordered.
His eyes are on her while she is praying to God with her eyes closed....and he knew he lost his heart to her....
Today sitting on the Mandap he understands the meaning of the word sacrifice....as a king.
He needs to strengthen his strength as a king, the continuous threat from all around the country made him think of various aspects....he is strong but in comparison to others his state is not, he met many states king in the span of of last few months and what would be better than to join hands with Jaipur but the condition he puts forwards shaken him from the core.
" aap rishte se inkar kyu kar rhe hai" his guru Acharya Advaith asked.
" hum ye nh kar skte hai" he answered.
" Ek aam ladki ke liye aap apna rajya daav pe laga denge, ye ummed toh nh thi hume apse, jaante hai na jaipur ke saath humare ache sambhandh hume kitna taqatwar bana denge " he stated.
" humne waada kia tha"
" ek raja ko sbse pehle apni praza ke baare me sochna chiye aur ye baat aap bhi jante hai woh apk kaabil nh hai"
He filled her hair partition and broke the heart of his love...who may be waiting for him to return, who may prepare lists of her complaints... For the first time as a king, he felt vulnerable and tied with duties and responsibilities for his people...he can't be an emotional fool...to listen to his heart.
