Mira's POV

Mishti made sure that everything in my room was set, it took few hours to set up the bed and by that time I took a long fresh bathe, I was literally given a princess treatment which was hardly the case in my home. I smiled sadly at the thought, that was hardly any home for me.

I Miraadhya Aacharya, the illegitimate daughter of King Harshadip Aacharya of Kingdom Harikela, daughter of Mira a dancer by profession and secretly married to King Harshadip.

My mother's marriage to the king was never recognized by him, he made sure the truth never came out. 

Twenty one years ago a communal war had led King Harshadip and King Bikramjeet Roy, Rajaji's father to enter the place of my mother's which was a small village up north, they created havoc over there and destroyed everything in hopes of a special mineral resource which was rumored to be present there. Though they never found the mineral, almost all her family members were killed. When The king of Harikel laid eyes on Mira, the daughter of village head he was instantly mesmerized by her beauty, he wanted her.

My mother was of lower caste and King Harikel promised to provide her with everything so she agreed to the marriage. When she got pregnant with me he brought her to the palace, instaed of talking about his marriage he introduced her as the new dancer who was pregnant and needed help, and whom he just helped by giving a job in the court. He refused to recognize the marriage. King Bikaramjeet Roy was there to witness this unjust but he never took a stand.

My mother protested but he threatened her to kill me in her womb so she kept silent. Later she came to know that the King already had a wife who was six months pregnant.

After giving birth to me my mother promised to stay silent in exchange of my protection and safety which he agreed.

And from there it began the saga of my suffering, though I had his blood I refused to recognize it, he never treated me good and the meaning of a father remained blank for me.

I was never given a formative learning, whatever I had learned Sukanya helped me with it, she was of my age and seeing the attachment she had for me the King did not stop me from meeting her. 

We grew up together and I loved her like my own, even when I got to know she was my half sister I was happy. I saw how the King treated her and me and it did made me feel jealous of Sukanaya but at the end when she would smile at me and teach me what she had learned I could not remain jealous of her. My love for her was more than what I ever had for that coward man.

I tear escaped from my eyes thinking about Sukanya, she was very innocent and way too kind, anyone would easily make her a fool and I would always protect her from bad people. 

She was also part of the reason why I agreed to do this, like the King I also did not want any danger on her. She did not know about me being her half sister and I preferred it that way, she considered the King as the best father in this world and I could never tell her the truth, it would have broken her.

They must be with my mother now, he was staying at a place about which even I had no idea, the only thing I knew that it was inside the Kingdom of Gaura, north from here. Of course he did not know I had that knowledge.

The plan was to come close to Rajaji and I had no idea that it would come  to work out like this, I thought I would have to a lot of task but it has became relatively simple for me. Now I have to find the spies in here so that I could know about his whereabouts.

The fact that Rajai still thinks I am Sukanya is still shocking to me, either I have been tricked or just extremely lucky.

"Mira Didi" I heard Mishti calling me.

"Hai Mishti" I said looking at her. I sat up from the huge bed where I was resting, this was the most comfortable bed I had ever laid on, not even Sukanya's bed was this soft.

She had a pile of sarees in her hand and I recognized them as Sukanya's, they were vibrant colors of orange, pink, red, blue and all those colors which I never wore. I had always preferred plain white , or gloomy colors as mother always insisted me not to wear colors and I personally did not prefer them as well as it's vibrancy would always remind the emptiness in my life.

"Rajaji asked to bring this hear Didi, these were delivered today" she took it towards the dressing area and started folding them.

Rajaji was a strange man, why is he doing such things and making me question my very thought about him? Is this supposed to make me feel good or miserable.

"They are so beautiful " She exclaimed and I smiled weakly. "Yes they are..." I whispered remembering Sukanya wearing those, what is she wearing now? does she have clothes? I thought worriedly.

"You know Didi, Rajaji favorite color is this color" she held the teal blue color saree and showed it to me.

"And why should it concern me Mishti?" I squinted my eyes.

She just laughed. "You should wear this, he will go completely insane. Already he looks at you like some awestruck kid"

I blushed at her statement but quickly recovered. "That's because he wants to kill me Mishti"

"Hawwww!!" she exclaimed and jumped on her steps. "No Didi Rajaji has never harmed a women, I know" She stated and I smiled at her antics.

"And how are you so sure Mishti, you are just fifteen, you have not lived enough to know about his life"  I said mockingly.

"I know a lot of things Didi, a lot of gossip goes around the palace, and I keep tabs on every news" she said proudly and kept folding the clothes.

"Acha Ji ? So what else have you heard about then?" I asked curiously.

"That you will soon marry Rajaji and become our Queen" she stated.

"Wh.....what?" I exclaimed and saw her biting her tongue.