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Legend has it that Pratap had to struggle for his father Rana Udai Singh's approval on his wedding with the daughter of Bijoliya's chieftain's daughter, Ajbante Kanwar Punwar. It is so because he was the crown prince and his first queen was supposed to be the next queen of Mewar. Hence his father expected his first bride to be a powerful princess who would aid his political needs. But stubborn as he always was, Kunwar Pratap had other plans. The water of the Bhimlat was still. The sound of the waterfall could be heard in the silent afternoon in the dense forest. A pebble caused ripples in the water and alerted the horse gazing nearby. He looked up at the source of the stone. Then began grazing peacefully once again. The source of the stone however was far from being peaceful. His face wore a frown as he stared around restlessly for the umpteenth time. He sat unmindful on the large rock on the bank of the water body watching the ripples closely, lost in thoughts. The soun...

Dear Readers, here I come with a surprise! This update is the product of a collaboration between Garima and me. I am very grateful and happy that she loved my idea and story so much to give her valuable contribution to one chapter that matters. So enjoy the SuRima collab for this #TheRoyalMatchmaking update! Review!❤ Jalal stared at the picturesque dome of marble that reflected the sun rays falling on it. The sky has just cleared up after a spell of rain and the water droplets shone in the sun's rays. The friends had all come to the Taj Mahal for the pre-wedding photoshoot. Despite Ajabdeh’s opinion, Jalal had managed to insist Rukaiya on the photo shoot of her dreams by the Wedding Squad, their planner. There she was standing in the distance laughing over something Shakti has said. Her smile… She was the happiest bride in the world. He, the luckiest groom. He smiled as he remembered Ruqaiya’s face as Ajabdeh spoke. Could he believe that he was about to marry the woman wh...

The droplets trickled down the panes of the window. The car was zooming through the Yamuna Expressway in relative silence as the only sound came from the crashing raindrops and the slashing of the wiper against the front glass. Ajabdeh stared out and managed to make a smiling face in the window. Hansa smiled a little amused remembering every time her older one does that and stared at the younger one sitting on the back seat beside her relatively quieter when it came to movements. Sighing loudly Ajabdeh looked at the driver “How much longer, Bhaiya?” “Abhi thodi der mein Agra ka board aa jaega madam.” Heer stared at her sister yawning most informally and shook her head. “It’s raining too much!” Hansa looked out of the window. “I hope it doesn’t spoil any wedding plans!” “I had told Aapa that a monsoon wedding will be risky!” Heer stared with a warning “See, it looks like the sky is breaking loose.” “I insisted on that.” Ajabdeh’s trailing voice made Heer stare “I made her ...