Meera sat in the carriage holding her little bundle of joy wrapped tightly in a silken blanket. Her son had dozed off with his head on her lap.
The speed of the carriage slowed down before coming to a halt. Meera looked outside the tiny window carved in wooden carriage to see the familiar majestic tall walls of the Agra palace.
"Welcome to your home my love." Meera cooed looking down at her daughter who was peacefully sleeping.
The carriage began to move again, although very slowly entering the palace gates.
"Baby wake up." Meher said running her hand through Abeer's hair. "We are home meri jaan." She cooed.
"Maa some mole sweep." He murmured in his sleep.
"Beta, dadi jaan and Noor phupho are here, don't you want to meet them ?" She said trying to wake her son up.
The carriage had stopped now and she could hear the shuffling of feet. There was a knock on the carriage and the doors were then pulled open.
"Meera, are you ready my queen." Hadi asked as he stood outside waiting for them.
"I am but your son won't wake up." Meera complained.
"Let me take him." Haider said and picked his son up and pulled him out resting his body against his torso, his head resting on the crook of Haider's neck.
The wooden steps were laid down for Meera to comfortably de board. She carefully got down with her daughter in her hands.
The courtyard of the Mughal palace had been decorated wonderfully to welcome their little princess and their queen.
Meera once steady on the ground looked up to see all familiar faces waiting to welcome her home, it hit her with a heavy sense of nostalgia, almost three years ago she stood in the same spot, facing the same people welcoming her home.
*Flashback*
Meera held Abeer in her arms, as the carriage slowed down. She peeped out of the wooden window to see the closing gigantic walls of the palace, her heart pounded and her palms became sweaty. All she wanted to do was to turn the carriage around and never come back, yes she had forgiven everyone, she had but forgetting those horrible memories was something she couldn't do as much as she wanted to.
She pulling her son close to her chest, his presence comforting her a little.
"Gah gah gah gah gah." Abeer made small sounds as if comforting his mother. He looked at her and gave her a toothless grin.
"I know baby, I know I have you." She said as her eyes moistened, she bent down and kissed his forehead making him squeal in joy.
"I'm a Rajputana Princess, I can't run away. I didn't when I was suffering and I won't run away now either." She said giving herself a pep talk. She closed her eyes and drew in a large breath trying to calm herself down.
As the carriage came to a halt, Meera squeezed her eyes shut and made a quick prayer.
'Give me the strength you always have Shivji, let me carry myself with grace and dignity, everything else I leave on you.'
There was a knock on the door and they opened with a small creak. Amba stood there extending her hand for Meera to take to help her get down.
Amba a middle aged widow, had been appointed by her step mother who wasn't very happy by Meera's decision to go back to Agra. The loss of Rana Vikram Singh had brought Divyanshi closer to Meera and made her realise her mistake, her anger was towards her husband and his second wife not Meera.
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