Set in the early 1400s is the tale of Princess Mohana. Mohana was the youngest daughter of King Amish and Queen Megha, the rulers of the small kingdom of Kranthi. Mohana was quite different from the females of her time. In an era where women enjoyed duties of the household, Mohana hated them. Her childhood was filled of memories running in the woods, climbing trees, playing in the mud unlike her sisters who played house or learned household duties. She enjoyed learning war antics and strategies rather than learning how to cook new dishes. Being the rebellious kid, her parents had never been proud of her. They hated every bit of her wild spirit, rough nature and dominant personality because women were supposed to be submissive and soft. She was an outcast in the patriarchal society.
Mohana only wanted to achieve one thing in life and that was to be enrolled in the army and become a commander but what happens when her wild spirit catches the eye of Prince Rudra, the soon to be king of Avela, one of the biggest kingdoms of that time.
Her eyes, they held an uncontainable fire and many men wished to douse that fire, dwindle her spirit and wished to see her submit but not him.
Rudra was unlike those men. What he wished for was far worse because he didn't want to douse that fire,
He wanted to burn in it
He wanted to burn in the fire in her eyes.
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"I've been worried sick, thinking you've been so ill with a disease communicable only to men yet I find you here, treating another man's wound , holding his arm", Rudra said in a guttural voice, anger leaking into his words, his jealousy apparent from his behavior.
"If you have no physical wounds that I can see to then I shall take your leave" She said hastily and moved towards the door to leave.
His hand shot out and grabbing her wrist, he spun her around and pulled her towards him. Being caught completely off guard, she crashed into his hard chest.
"Itni bhi jaldi kya hai, meri jaan?", He whispered in her ear.
Sitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night.
I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again and again.
I was trying to compress my frequent blush that were turning my cheeks warm like candles. My lips unknowingly turning into the slight smile.
Suddenly, the door pushed open and I shivered slightly.
I could hear the slow and faded footsteps of him coming closer. I couldn't see him as my eyes were low and even covered with the veil.
I felt him sitting on the bed, a little away from me.
He was Sultan Aashiq Ibrahim Khan, my husband, and my childhood love. Ever since, I started knowing this world. I had imagined him my husband. And now, we were married through an arranged marriage.
"What's your name? Begum,"
His voice was dark and deep. But it made my smile vanished all of sudden. My heart started beating insanely. I terrified honestly.
"Tell me," he asked again.
My eyes turned teary as I realised that he had no clue about my muteness. Yes, I couldn't speak. I had lost my voice forever in accident. But, the much I remember my father sent him a letter revealing it.
"What happened? Are you okay?"
He asked with concern, pulling my veil up. The tears left my eyes and I shivered.
I sucked on my lips as my throat turned dry. Even my cries didn't have any voice.
I moved my fingers to signal him that I was mute, a voiceless princess.
But, his eyebrows turned in a thinned line and a immense shock was clear on his face.
"Your fa... Family lied to me?"
He stood up from the bed in anger.
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The life was difficult for ladies back in 17th century but it was worse for specially abled.
This is the love story of Ruhani, a princess who can't speak but has a lot to say. Ever since, she lost her voice, she learnt to nod for everything and when she married to her childhood crush. Her life turned a complete turn.
Mature content!!!
It also have triggering scenes!!!