PrAja / Rosal TS - SHAKTI! (Complete)

Shakti! - I

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Shakti!!! - Part 1

"Mujhe lagta hai, Ajabde ka mansik santulan hil gaya hai" Bhagya put one hand on her forehead and other rested on waist.

"Woh to pata nahi. Par Baujiraj avashya hi apna mansik santulan kho chuke hai" Chakri shook his head, frowning at her.

"Woh aise kaise apne prem ko kisi aur se vivah karne ke liye bol sakti hai?" Disgusted, she moved towards her husband.

"Aur yeh Baujiraj! Aise kaise bina soche koi bhi baat maan sakte hai?" Chakri was equally frustrated.

Saubhagyawati Mishra urf Bhagya, a beautifully sensible young lady was the best friend of Ajabde Punwar, eldest daughter of the samant of Bijoliya. Quite mature for her age, she was the wisdom of her mother and her father's pride. Hope of their people, her thoughts were enough to bring revolution and her moves to get down any sword, her heart being the most beautiful one.

The only thing she hadn't experienced was love. And he had no time for love. Kunwar Pratap Singh Sisodiya, a handsome young yuvraj, man of his land and people, was the best friend of Chakri. Apart from Matrubhumi, his mother land; he couldn't think or act for anything else. His praja, his people were safe and happy to have him as the crowned prince of Chittor. He worshipped his parents after Eklingji, his god.

When Bhagya got married to Chakri aka Pandit Chakrapani Mishra of Chittor, no one had a little idea of what the time held in store.

The best friends of bride and groom, Pratap and Ajabde slowly became friends during the preparations and functions. But they were clueless, when their friendship blossomed with feelings.

"Hum yeh anarth hote nahi dekh sakte." Her eyes moistened a bit as Chakri put his hand on her shoulder.

"Par hum yeh sab kaise rok sakte hai?" He looked in her eyes for a moment, which in turn shone with some unsaid confidence.

"Aapke dimag mein koi yukti aayi hai na?" He swollowed, inquiring in a bit low voice, remembering mischievously antic, anytime problem solver ideas of his wife.

"Mujhe aap par pura bharosa hai Panditji, hum kar sakte hai." Bhagya held his hand as he nodded with a small smile.

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Raja Rao Maldeo Rathore, the king of Marwar, one of the biggest rulers of Rajputana, wanted the mightiest prince of Chittor to get married with his grand daughter, Phool.

Rajkumari Phool Kunwar Rathore, the most beautiful princess of Rajputana had seen Pratap in an event and of course, like everyone, had liked him.

Listening to the praises for someone from Phool's mouth, the lordly, overbearing grandfather wanted to gift her with that. Her like was more than his command. He would get her whatever that is, a thing, a place or a person. The arrogant king believed themselves to be the strongest in the whole Rajputana, not anyone had a say against him.

When he got to know that Kunwar Pratap loves someone else, that too a samantputri, he tried every possible way to break them down.

He offered plenty of money and larger kingdom to Rao Mamrakh Punwar, Ajabde's father, samant of Bijoliya and a friend of Rana Udai Singh Sisodiya of Chittor. He didn't know, love can't be for sale.

As Raoji politely refused anything in the world, against happiness of his daughter, the Rathore king had gone vicious. He threatened Rao Mamrakh for her life and ordered him to refuse the relation to Ranaji.