"Durr raho...ek Rajputani ko haath lagana namumkin hai...." Her voice trembled in fear yet heart asked to speak out.

"Hahaaa....sacche Rajput toh woh hote hai joh apne desh dharm nibaate hai!! Tum toh vachan rakhne se rahe nahi aur swayam ko Rajputani keh rahi ho??" An evil laugh reverberated in the woods.

"Ek pag bhi aage nahi...kshtrani hai hum...vachan nibaana hume bhi aata hai aur hum wahi kar rahe hai...."

She stepped backward and each advancing step saw a goon with his face masked laughing evilly, some corner of her heart held hope. Hope for the pain to end for hope itself meant hold on pain ends.

The goon inched towards the princess, his breathe on her soft skin sent down a shiver, a shiver full of hatred. The goon surely was assigned this duty to capture her for the worst man in history of women, the so called ruler of the strongest state Marwar, Raja Rao Maldev whose palace was a showcase of women. It was not a palace, it was a dungeon of women.

She moved her hind limbs but her Rudhraksha mala pulled her forward, it had got struck to the branch of the tree. She knew this mala was a possession she had, the only thing that made her reminisce her mother . This had always protected her from bad and the worst, may it be just a little bit of loud and cold advices or even her brother's life and now it was saving her. She could neither step forward nor ran backwards, had she been more careful than careless during her lessons she would have had an opportunity to show this devil who harmed the descendents of mother earth.

She instantly forced the mala out of the branch and ran for her honour, one thing Rajput Kshtrani's lived for, for which they even commit the sacred ritual of Jauhar. As she stepped left she had realized that her mala stopped her from the cliff, had she been more careless she would have fallen off the cliff.

"Yeh kya...kisi kanya ke vastra aur iss sunsaan jungle mein....Chakrapani hume inhe kojna hai...lagti toh Rajput hi hai hume"

"Ji baojiraj"

"Chaliye..."

The men clad in warrior clothes carried forward the chivalric nature with heads held high walked into the world of green. They followed the foot steps, the trails of the girls foot led to a lakeside and it ender there.

He scanned the surroundings and caught a shimmering piece of jewel, it was an anket...maybe the girls. He remembered his ranimaa, she had recited his ancestor, Mahapurush, Son of the king of Ayodhya, Lord Rama and his ladylove Maate Janaki. Maata Site had used her intelligence and dropped her jewels to hint Rama about the Ravana and her path of abduct. This very thought crossed him, maybe this girl was equal to Maate and that devil maybe Raavana and him Lord Rama. He was always called Mahapurush by his prajajan,they were his pride and everything.

As he proceeded forward, cries were heard, it was that girls. He had to rush, he imagined how her world might crash over her if that devil took anymore steps. He had never seen that girl but he heart yearned to look at her for once.

He saw her weary face, it was ashen like that of a corpse, it was as pale as a winters moon, it did not at look a bit like a princesses face in fact not even like a young cheerful girl's face.

He walked forward and held her hand, he knew that it was against his dharm, only thing he lived for only thing he knew but his dharm also begged to help the vulnerable.

She was startled to find a saviour in the thick. Unknowingly she placed her fore limbs around his torso and wrapped around, it was so safe, so warm filled with heavenliness...there was no fear...there was no terror, stark terror that had seized her earlier, he was like Prithviraj Chauhan who had abducted Sanjukta to protect her from sinister, just like him....

He was astonished to see a Rajputani do this, probably she was afraid. He allowed her to feel safe around him while a strings of thoughts ran through him. This was the first time a girl had touched him, it had sent shivers down the spines. He kept admiring her, her fear and her strength that caught his attention. Her doe shaped eyes welled up with secretions of the tear gland and her face dripping with excreta of the sebaceous glands made him melt just similar to Meera Bai when her eyes captured Kanha's figure. Somewhere in him was a core of compassion for her but her sudden resignation surprised him once more.

"Hume ksha...ma ka..kariye...woh humare haath paaw aise phul rahe the na ki Hume sochne ka avsar hi nahi Mila..."

" Ek baat kahe Hume kuch vichitra sa anubhav ho raha hai yaha joh pehle Hua hi na tha parantu aap batayiye hum inki kya kare"

" Joh apko uchit lage..."

And then the fight began, fight of good against the evil, Ram Raavan Yudh had began. Eventually good triumphed but in the process he got to witness a precious moment.

The girl who was just terrorised stretched her arm to help Mr Terroriser. She tried had to pull him but forces of goodness overpowered the vicious.

He stood there and stared at her, not a word did he know about her but his heart beats paced, they were not beating, they were jumping in joy...joy of something that was unknown, he loved her style, her simple attitude, her thoughts...he loved her trial to help even the harmful. 

 He was brought out of the trance when the girl bumped into him and slipped .

She feared again, this was not the same fear, it was just normal. She was about to fall but she had to stop falling and tried with all her will power and determination and ended in nothing. And all out of blue two strong hands grabbed her by her waist, electricity has sparked in them, he was a true saviour. She peeped into the eyes of the warrior for the first time. She saw love and love and love everywhere. There was only love, love for all. To be honest she was awestruck to see such a figure, a warrior standing so close to her.

Their eyes were caught in the circle of love, they spoke lots but the souls contemplated things and feelings.

He was handsome, built, lovely and caring, he was a charming personality, he was a warrior of all times in all senses. She looked into his eyes that spoke volumes about her, they spoke things that went unsaid by words. There were tickling butterflies in her stomach, the adrenaline ran high, as eyes spoke.

" Hume yeh kya ho raha hai...yodha hai yeh...toh...toh kya Ajabde?? Acche dikte hai aur...aur?? Aur samjhdar hai aur pyaare hai...hai pyaare toh...toh Hume acche lagte hai...Ajabde jaanti tak nahi aap unhe...Haan lekin pyaar hona jaane anjaane Mein hi ho jaata hai...parantu Ajabde...Yeh Raja Rao Maldev jaise nahi hai...striyo ke baare Mein gyaat hai inhe...samman karte hai ...lekin Ajabde yeh aaj nahi pata chalega...hum sab pata chal jaata hai...yeh koi Mahan yudh se laut rahe honge...yeh accha Hua Ki yeh yaha se gujar rahe the warna...warna?? Humara kya hota...humare Rajput hone ka astitva...hume toh yeh itne acche lagne page hai...kitne sushil hai...jaise Ki ek rajkumar ho...Ajabde aap ek saamanth putri hai!!! Hum jante hai aur Isi wajah se hum abhi turant yaha se chale jayenge...kintu...kintu kya??? Kintu humne toh inhe apna jeewan chalane wala hrudhaya deh Diya...koh Gaya hai woh...hum ab sirf ek shareer hai...usme koi atma nahi!! Yeh hai humare pati...humne maan liya hai...chahe kuch bhi ho jaye...yeh hai humare saathi...hum karte hai inse pyaar..."

As the monologue continued, another heart raced and mind paused, the thought were getting assimilated. The nerve endings received no signals of pain of carrying her.

" Kunwar Pratap hai apka naam...toh kya Hua...aap aise baate nahi kar sakte...kyu nahi?? Kyuki aap unhe jaante bhi nagi hai...aap bhi yeh jaante hai aur hum bhi hum humesha apne atmaswar par dhaayan dete hai aur usi ka sunte hai...kintu...kintu kyaa?? Woh Hume lag raha hai Ki Hume kuch ho Gaya hai...kya Hua?? Yeh ladki bohut Ki acchi hai...sundar hai...sushil hai..samajdhar hai...boli baali hai kintu jab samay aaye toh kator bhi ban jaati hai...ek dum Raanimaa ki tarah...jante hai kya aap...jabse humne unhe dekha tabse lekar ab tak hum unse kuch aisa mehsooz karte hai jise humne pehle kabhi na kiya ho...jaise hume sirf wahi chahiye aur sirf wahi...hume toh lagta hai ki humare hrudhaya Mein veh bas chuki hai humesha humesha ke liye...aur chahe bhi toh nahi nikal rahi hai...raj karte hi woh hume...Kunwar Pratap par ki raj nahi kar sakta...yeh apko pyaar Hua hai...kya?? Haan pyaar hote hi aisa lagta hai...accha toh unhe kaisa lag raha hoga?? Hum kya jaane...aap Kunwar Pratap aap hi jaan lijiye..."

Amidst this conflict between heart and mind, two souls were lost in each other, in love for ever. Two souls cherished their first meet together unknown of their identities. There the stood with intertwined finger with her in his arms forever, she will always be protected he vowed.

"Rajput ka vachan hi uska maan aur samman hai...humKunwar Pratap vachan dete hai apki suraksha ka...apke saath rehne ka aur apko humesha apna banaye rakhne Ka...."

Love comes when it is destined to come...Provided you understand what love is and how it feels.

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This is OS written specially for Preserving History Writing Contest, this is quite a different take on Pratap and Ajabde...but guys plz leave your views down below👇👇. Please do vote 🌟🌟...your love is what encourages me.

Also guys all Bharat Ka Veer Putra Maharana Pratap Fans in here I am starting a special book based completely on the ignored parts of Pratap's history in BKVPMP, life in Jungle... I will send messages once I start it.

thanks all for you wonderful support.