In the vast sands of Rajasthan, where echoes of honor and sacrifice filled every heart of Rajputana, Pratap and Phool's story came alive. It was a tale woven by destiny, one of ancient valor and forbidden love.
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In the heart of the formidable Aravalli Range, where ancient hills stand as silent sentinels, the night bore witness to a miracle. At the venerable Kumbhalgarh fort, the wind whispered secrets of fate as the stars aligned in celestial harmony.
Inside the opulent chambers, the air was thick with anticipation. RanaUdai Singh, the sovereign of Mewar, paced with a heart heavy with hope and anxiety. His wife, the resplendent Jaiwanta Bai, was in labor, and the palace was alive with fervent prayers.
As the hour drew near, the sky seemed to hold its breath, the moon casting a serene glow over the rugged fort walls. With a final, triumphant cry, the future roared into existence. A son was born—a radiant beacon of destiny.
The infant's arrival was marked by an ethereal light that bathed the room, as if the heavens themselves had opened. The priests, steeped in the wisdom of ages, felt an otherworldly presence. A divine aura enveloped the newborn, whispering promises of greatness.
"This child," intoned the head priest, his voice trembling with reverence, "is no ordinary mortal. He is touched by the divine."
Udai Singh gazed upon his son, his heart swelling with a pride that eclipsed the vastness of his kingdom. The child, with eyes as deep as the ancient lakes of Mewar, seemed to hold the valor of a thousand warriors.
" Pratap," he declared, his voice a blend of awe and determination, "he shall be named Pratap. For he is destined to be the torchbearer of our honor, the living embodiment of our valor."
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2 years later...
8th June 1542 Mehrangarh fort, Marwar.
Within the regal walls, the echoes of life and death intertwined. Ram Singh Rathod, son of the formidable King Rao Maldeo Rathod, awaited the birth of his child with a heart heavy with foreboding. His wife, delicate and brave, lay in the throes of labor.
Under the vast expanse of the Marwar sky, the formidable Mehrangarh Fort stood tall, a beacon of strength and endurance. The winds of fate once again stirred, heralding the arrival of another divine soul. The night was serene, the moon casting a silvery glow over the fort’s sandstone walls, as if to herald the arrival of a celestial being.
As dawn's first light kissed the horizon, a cry pierced the air—a daughter was born. Yet, the joy of her arrival was tainted by tragedy, for her mother had breathed her last.
The room, steeped in shadows and sorrow, was suddenly alight with an unearthly glow. The priests, though grieving, recognized the sanctity in the air.
"She is a divine gift," murmured the head priest, his eyes reflecting the soft glow that enveloped the infant. "A symbol of auspiciousness and valor."
But Ram Singh, his heart shattered by loss, could not see beyond his grief. "Inauspicious," he whispered, tears carving paths down his cheeks. "She has taken away my love from me."
Yet, Rao Maldeo Rathod, the stalwart king, stepped forward, cradling the newborn life in his arms. Her tiny form, delicate and radiant, exuded an ethereal charm that softened the hardest of hearts.
"She is no curse," he said, his voice a balm over the raw wounds of sorrow. "She is Phool—gentle, soft, and beautiful as the flowers that grace our land. She is a symbol of magic and strength." Rao Maldeo’s love enveloped Phool, nurturing her with the tenderness of a grandfather who saw in her the promise of a brighter future.
Under the benevolent gaze of the stars and the enduring watch of their fortresses, Pratap and Phool began their journeys. One, a warrior destined to uphold the honor of his lineage; the other, a flower of Marwar, destined to blossom with strength and grace. Their lives, woven by the threads of destiny, would one day intertwine, shaping the future of Rajputana with their undying valor and spirit.
Author's Note:
Hey Guys. This is your not so dear author Shruti. Here's the Prologue of my book "Threads of Destiny". I hope you all like it. If you do then please do vote and comments. Shout outs are much appreciated. Please don't be a silent reader. It hurts. Haha.
