He was a King. She was a princess. They loved and were separated in the cruelest of ways. After Eight Hundred years, most people have forgotten the valiant king Prithviraj Chauhan and his second love after his motherland, Princess Sanyogita. But not Sanjukta Mukherjee. A first year History student in Ajmer, she feels a pull towards the forgotten king, maybe because she was born in the same city as him or maybe because she's the namesake of his love. Her family and friends are her life until he came crashing into her life...Surya, the masked vigilante who's exposing and punishing the traitors one by one. He leaves a spray painting of the Sun- The symbol of Chauhan Dynasty whenever he comes. Add to it is Sanjukta's task of protecting her bumbling, timid classmate Prithvi from ragging. Sanjukta feels pulled in two opposite directions: to be part of something much greater than her imagination or to protect her small world of family, friends and Prithvi. This is a Prithviraj-Sanyogita fanfiction
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