~Mewar~

"What the hell do mean by 'she wasn't harmed'!?" a shrill voice encapsulating rage boomed through the dark chamber. Drops of sweat trickled down through the foreheads of the trembling men, who gulped lowering their heads down. The fuming individual folded his palms in frustration, trying to control himself from bursting.

"W-we are saying the truth, w-we saw it with our own eyes," the voices of the men trembled, making the fuming figure grit his teeth harder.

"Those snakes, th-they converted into flower garlands!"

"You mean to say that snakes converted into flowers!?" the rowdy figure grabbed a man by his shoulder and shook him terribly. "You, are you in your sane mind!?"

"Do you know what are you speaking you bamboozled fellows!?"

The men lowered their heads again, peeking glances at each other without uttering a word. The room was dark and sultry, even more full of anxiety and agitation. Their leader's facial expression was that of rage and fear, knowing that if he gives the news that she hasn't barely got even a scratch, wrath would dawn on him.

 Vikram Singh would eat him alive.

"Give us an-another chance, we won't fail this time!" the men uttered in unison, fear laden in their voices.

"You stupid, this time you will exactly do as I say, did you get it !?" Utpal snapped, turning towards them.

They all nodded frantically, who would be eager to face the wrath of Utpal Singh?

"I will send that crackpot woman straight to the land of death. Let's see which Krishna saves her now!" he tossed back his head and chuckled at his own evil plan, swishing away from the room to give effect to his new deadly plan.

~Mewar~

Mewar was observing a huge hustle and bustle, with servants running from here and there, busy. The entire atmosphere was breathing of joy and happiness, corridors and walls being decorated with flowers and expensive items. The royalties were discussing about donations to the needy, while the royal kitchen was smelling of delicacies.

Janmashtami was just a few days later.

Even though the entire palace was occupied in preparing for the festival, they couldn't leave to gossip about one thing; how would Rani Meera celebrate Janmashtami this year? She was the topic of discussion by every single one, the day she arrived as the bride of the crown Prince Bhoj Raj. 

Hell breaks loose on those who are in the path of devotion and truth, and that is absolutely true. Path turns thornier when their own forsake them, they think they're worthless. Meera's life was no less, one can imagine her state when she escaped an assassination by a margin.

But what was her fault? Why did she stand out from everyone, but not in a good light?

Was her fault that she had devoted her soul, mind and body entirely to none other than the Supreme God, Sri Krishna?

It is adduced that a beloved can cross any obstacle for his/her lover, can willingly accept any pain inflicted upon their lover. 

Will  Meera's lover protect her again from the odds?

~Mewar~

The chamber appeared brighter than usual, not due to the Sunlight that reflected the rooms and the jewels, but due to the duo which resided there. It felt as if entering that chamber can forgive even hundred sins of a sinner, so pure it was. 

The light was of devotion and love. True love.

Love, which binds two soul together, so firmly that an unbreakable bond of seven births is created. Or rather for eternities. One can live for love, one can die for it, such powerful is its the emotion.

Why won't it be? Even the Lord claims to be conquered by nothing but love.

The soft melody hummed by the resident added to the serenity of the already existing sereneness. She was lost completely in Him, every inch of her radiated His name out, such supreme was her devotion. 

Each and every breath of her had His name engraved, it was as if He resided in her.

Her fingers moved unconsciously through the Vaijayanti flowers, delicate as it's owner, as she pushed them into the string, creating garlands. Alone she was, or rather isolated. But what does one need when the Lord of the three worlds is with her? 

"Forgive them for speaking ill of you, Madhusudan. They aren't aware of what they are doing," Meera's honey laden voice echoed through the chamber, as a soft smile left her lips, "Forgive them, will you Govind?"

Her deep ocean like pools of orbs collided with the lotus designed ones of the idol decorated in front of her. Those eyes of Meera had the image of her Lord engraved in them, her black-complexioned Lord garbed in magnificent clothing of yellow. Crowned with an iridescent peacock feather, his lips rested on the little flute which his devotee had herself carved. 

For them it appeared nothing but a mud idol, but for her it was something beyond heaven. 

The jingling of anklets reverberated through the palace corridors as little Meera excitedly rushed down to peek through the balcony outside. Her innocent eyes depicted awe and excitement, witnessing the  grand procession at a distance.

"What is all the celebration about?" the innocent girl turned herself towards her smiling mother, who was offering her prayers to none other than Lord Krishna.

"Meera, it is a procession of marriage, and the bride is residing inside the palanquin my child." she replied, lowering her forehead on the throne of the Lord. Meera strode towards her mother with a wide smile on her face.

"And who is on the horse?"

"That is the bride's husband Meera."

"Husband?" Meera's eyebrows knitted in amusement. It immediately turned into a grin, "Maa, even I want a husband!"

A peal of laughter echoed through the room, "Meera, but you are so young! You still have time for marriage!"

"No," Meera crawled towards her mother and pouted, folding her arms, "I want! I want my husband now!"

"But dear-"

"Maa, please Maa!" their was something extraordinary about the child, her innocent face could melt anyone's heart.

"Maa, who will be my husband!? Tell, please Maa!"

Her mother gave up, shaking her head slightly with a smile. Her gaze transferred to the idol of Sri Krishna, who was covered in a fresh garland of flowers. Her fingers encircled the Lord, as she lifted it from where it was resting. Meera keenly observed the actions of her mother, amusement engraved on her young face.

"He will be your husband, Meera!" the smiling woman handed the idol of Krishna to her child. Meera extended her palms, her eyebrows still crossed, "He? But He is nothing but an idol!" she exclaimed, accepting the idol. 

"If you engross yourself in His devotion with all your body, mind and soul, He will surely respond to you Meera."

"Really!?" Meera grinned cheerfully, rushing out of the room with the idol to flaunt it to her friends. 

Her mother shook her head again, smiling and watching her young daughter mingling with her friends.

So here is the first chapter! 😍

What is Utpal Singh planning by the way? 🙃🙃🙃

The story isn't historical accurate but such similar events is said to have occurred in folklores and in reality as well. I have just moulded the events to suite my plot. Hope you would enjoy it to the core. ❤❤❤❤❤

The chapter is dedicated to Captain_Sham for guessing the correct topic of the book :)

Signing off for today!

~Kiritija Nushkie 😍~