मेरा वि दिल उड़ना चाहें
पर मैं डर नि आ
मैं उड़ा ते मैं हवावा
नाल लड़नी आ
✨Bhargavi's Pov
Life is very unpredictable sometimes. One minute you're happy and cherishing everything you have, and the next moment, everything is gone in the blink of an eye, and the same cherished life is now a sin. To live, you have to lose something, but what did I ever do to sacrifice all I had - my happiness, my soul, and most importantly, my babasa?
A few moments ago, I was sitting with my maasa and babasa, but now here I am standing, tied in chains, locked in a dungeon like a prisoner in my own kingdom. I heard my maasa crying.
"What will we do now?" she said, sobbing harder. "Everything is gone, nothing is left. He killed them."
"They'll enslave us and can do even worse," Madira taayi said.
"Unhone hume haraya zarur hai magar humari taakat,vishwas or guroor ko nahi toda hai.Maasa yaad rakhiyega babasa kaha karte thae ek yodha tub tak nahi haarta jub Tak uska guroor aatmavishwas nahi khatam hota or humare andar abhi takat,guroor or apne babasa ka aatmavishwas hai"
(They may have defeated us indeed, but they haven't shattered our strength of belief and pride. Maasa Remember what Babasa used to say, "A warrior doesn't lose until his pride and self-confidence are intact. Until his arrogance is defeated, his self-assurance remains. Within us, we still have the strength, pride, and self-assurance of our ancestors.")
I said in an authoritative tone remembering my babasa's words
"Bhargavi humesha yaad rakhna putri guroor hai aap humara.Shatru ke saamne jhukna nahi sar uthake saamna kariyega manushya ka aatmavishwas ho agar to paar ho jaaye har dagar"
("Remember always, Bhargavi, my daughter, pride is what you represent for us. Never bow down in front of the enemy; face them with your head held high If there's self-confidence in a person, every path can be conquered.")
The way he patted my head for the last time before leaving me forever. A lone tear escaped my eye, but I quickly brushed it off. I can't be weak now. I have to fight for my baba, for my brother, and everyone who suffered just because of that man, Omkar Dev Rajawat
"Ye kya bolri hai aap Bhargavi abb kya reh Gaya hai naa aapke babasa rahe or na aapke Bhaisa kaise ladengi aap akele haalat dekhiye apni maasa or bhabhi sa ki unka sochiye apna pati kho chuki hai woh abb aap apni jaan dao par lagane ki baat kar rahi hai" Madira taayi said
("What are you saying, Bhargavi? What's left now? Neither your father nor your brother. How will you fight alone? Look at the situation you're in. Think about your mother and sister-in-law they've lost their husbands , and now you're talking about risking your life.")
"Dao par bhi usse hi lagaya jaata hai madira taayi jiska kuch mehtva ho" I said
("The sword is wielded by the one whose actions hold significance or value.")
I saw my mother and bhabhi sa sitting and crying in a corner I walked towards them and bent down
"Yaad rakhiye raghuvanshi hai hum humari ek Lalkaar se pura jaahan hila sakte hai or ye sultanate bhi humari hai ye rajya bhi Naa kuch khatam hua hai Naa hum hone denge" I said
("Remember, we are of the Raghuvanshi lineage. With our single cry, we can shake the entire world. This sultanate is also ours, this kingdom too. Nothing has ended, nor will we allow it to.")
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