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The Letter

 “The greatest love often goes through the biggest tests.”

“Your feet are soar, Ajbante Baisa, what are you doing?” Bhagwati passed her the milk as Ajbante Kanwar Baisa stirred the kheer now, “There, I am almost done.” She insisted.
“If Ranisa gets to know that you…”
“Hush!” Ajbante warned, checking the sugar, “She shouldn’t.”
“Then listen to me, let’s go to your chambers, let the cooks do this. You have already cooked four dishes ...” Bhagwati insisted. “Besides, you were running a fever yesterday, and you fasted all day. You should rest today.”
“Just this, and we are done.” She smiled, “Daata will go to the Khema with food, and it is our reputation in question…”
“Lies!” Bhagwati giggled. “It’s Kunwar Partap in question! Your first chance to feed him.”
“ Quiet.” Ajbante looked alarmed “Someone might hear you.” She blushed.
“So? You are his would-be wife!” Bhagwati giggled. “Everyone here knows that!”
Ajbante Kanwar got up to put the kheer in the bowl, and her head felt heavy as she sat down. Saubhagyawati looked concerned and checked her forehead with a gasp.
“Ranisa Ranisa! Baisa is unconscious.” She just heard Bhagwati’s voice ring through her blurred vision.

Kunwar Partap was trying in vain to do his own bandage with the balm, as the medicine man had instructed. He missed Ranima and her soothing touch most at these times. The Sevak came to help.
“Baojiraj, allow me.” He begged.
Kunwar Partap gave in; it was a long, exhausting day at work, and they had checked the posts at the borders. He was more alarmed now than he was when he had set off with a totally different agenda, towards Sirohi the previous day.

“Kunwarsa.” A soldier stopped at the curtains of his tent as the Sevak helped him with his angrakha. “Rawat Chundawatji is here.” Kunwar Partap frowned at the sand clock. So soon?
“Send him in.” He dispersed both the Sevak and the soldier.
The curtains parted, and Rawat Chundawat, one of his father’s favourite aides, came in with a smile on his face. Kunwar Partap folded his hands in respect to “Khamma Ghani.”
“Ghani Khamma Kunwarsa.” He frowned at the injured hand “All is well?”
“Yes, Rawatji, just a minor injury.” He nodded with a smile.
“Ranaji sends me to check on you,” made him smile. Knowing Ranima, he had expected this. She had probably set out to meet him herself when his father had stopped her and sent Rawatji instead.
“Kunwarsa, I have some important discussion with you.” His smile disappeared as Kunwar Partap nodded and went to pull the curtains tightly in the camp.
“Don’t let anyone…” he stopped telling the guards as Raoji’s troop came in sight.
“Ghani Khamma Kunwarsa.” The man smiled, “How are you feeling now?”
“I am fine, Raoji.” He reassured.
Rawatji came out to greet the man. “Come inside.” Rawatji invited Raoji in as Kunwar Partap nodded an approval.

Rawat Chundawat, along with Rao Punwar, were impressed with the foolproof security plans Kunwar Partap had just made. It was way past the afternoon into the dusk when they were satisfied with their plans. Kunwar Partap ordered immediate action on security. Rawat Chundawat was all set to return to Chittorgarh with the plan when Rao Ramrakh stopped him, making Kunwar Partap stare.
“I came with a request, Kunwarsa.” Raoji rubbed his hands together. “If you agree, my wife has sent you dinner at the Khema. She wanted to come herself, but… seeing the security concerns, I advised her against it.”
“That’s some good news, Raoji, Bijoliya’s royal cuisine.” Rawatji looked delighted “Am I invited or not?”
“Of course, Rawatji.” Raoji smiled at him and then at Kunwar Partap, who approved of the food. “Do give her my regards.” He managed a faint smile before turning to Rawatji, who was now rolling a map of the borders.
“The Afghans won’t sit silently, you have killed their leader.” He said as Raoji agreed. “We need to find their hideouts and drive them out of Mewar as soon as we can.” He met Kunwar Partap’s nod.
“I have written about it to Bhai Shakta; he, after taking Daajiraj’s permission, will lead the troops to search himself.” He smiled, “He will get to them, and we can fight them if they want to.”
“And the Bijoliya borders, Raoji.” Rawat ji looked at the man, “These parts are frequently being attacked and looted as well.”
 “We can do something?” Kunwar Partap offered.
“The last time we drove them away, they threatened to attack the Mahal, rather openly.” Raoji shook his head.
“I don’t think they will dare to do that, Raoji,” Rawatji reassured.

They sat talking about the other political scenarios around them while the food was being served.
“Humayun is in Kabul, I last heard.” Rawatji spoke, “Agra and Dinpanah seem far from his reach now.”
“You cannot say about thrones, Rawatji, things change in minutes.” Raoji smiled.
“The Umerkot Rajputs are still their aides?” Kunwar Partap frowned.
“Heard so.” Raoji agreed. “I don’t know about others, but he seemed like a good man; after all, he came to help Ranisa Karnavati and Rana Vikramaditya ji in times of need.” Rawatji nodded in agreement. Kunwar Partap frowned.
“The Jauhar couldn’t be stopped in time. He came late. Willingly or unwillingly.” His voice trailed. The men stared at each other in silence.
“Kunwarsa. Dinner is served.” The Daasi interrupted them, making them stare at their plates. The delicious aroma of the food spread on the silverware, especially by the Ranisa of Bijoliya, made them smile.

Kunwar Partap looked impressed at the platter. He was indeed hungry, and the food looked delicious. He was about to help himself when the bandage hurt him, and he frowned uneasily in pain.
“Kunwarsa?” Raoji looked concerned “Are you all right?”

“Her head is burning with fever.” Hansa Bai sat worried at the bedside of the princess, a small lamp flickering. She stared at an equally worried Bhagwati “What were you two up to, Baisa?”
“I swear, Ranisa.” The girl looked scared “I don’t know where she was.” Bhagwati hid the balm applied to the sore feet of her friend under the blanket. Ajbante Kanwar Baisa moaned something in the fever and semi-consciousness.
“What is it?” Hansa Bai looked worried. “Hey Bhagwan Ajab, you are burning with fever, someone get me some water and a piece of cloth quick!”
“I am fine.” She held her worried mother’s hand with a faint smile, “I promise, Maasa.”
“Where did you go?” Her mother’s query made her gulp.
“I rode to the Gurukul Maasa, and the heat caught me. That’s it.” She met Bhagwati’s eyes she looked scared. Hansa Bai could make out Ajbante’s lies from how her face winced. She placed her hand on her forehead lovingly.
“Rest now.” Hansa Bai knew exactly where she was at that very moment. She managed to hide her smile. Her daughter’s heart was perhaps Mewar’s now.

“Bhagwati,” Ajbante whispered to the friend in need. “Did you find it?”
“Baisa”, she looked scared “I searched the whole palace and outside it as well, but the anklet was nowhere.” She gulped. “Where did you lose it on the way?”
“I… don’t know. The forest, roads, fort, it can be anywhere.”
“The camp?” Bhago looked scared as Ajbante Baisa stared wide-eyed.

“I am fine, Raoji.” Kunwar Partap managed to tuck a piece of bandage back in “I just cannot bandage the way Ranima does it for me, that is it” He smiled an innocent smile that made Rawatji laugh. Kunwar Partap took a morsel of food in his mouth as Raoji smiled at him, savouring it.
“How is Ajbante Kanwar Baisa?” Rawatji smiled at Raoji, “It’s been so long since I have seen her.” Kunwar Partap’s hand stopped at the morsel.

“She is learning the Vedas now, Gurukul and Vaidji’s Seva Kendra are her worlds.” Raoji smiled at Rawatji, who eyed Kunwar Partap once.
“Seva Kendra?” Rawatji asked, surprised. “At such a tender age…”
Raoji smiled, “Vaidji’s granddaughter Saubhagyawati is her friend. They spend most of the day helping there, especially with the old and homeless people.”
Kunwar Partap stared at them once, then back at his plate. Then it struck him, the Royal anklet? Couldn’t have been Vaid’s granddaughter… it was…

“The Kheer is too good. So is the Ghevar, Raoji.” Rawatji smiled. “Tell Hansa Bahena. And do send Ajbante Baisa my blessings.”
“Ajbante … has always cooked better than her mother.” Raoji looked proud.
“She cooked the food?” Rawatji stared, stunned, licking his fingers.
“Yes, she always cooks for guests herself.” Raoji smiled. They stared at Kunwar Partap finished his dinner in a hurry. Rawatji smiled at a rather worried Raoji.
“Is the food not good enough, Kunwarsa?”
“No, No Raoji, thank you for it, but I am full.”
Kunwar Partap rose from his seat, making the men stare. “I… am done, I need to rest. Subh Ratri.” He left in a hurry.

In the tent, he ran to his trunk and took out the anklet he had found the previous morning. He frowned at it, carefully scrutinising it once more. He had seen this type of jewellery at home. Navratna-studded and heavy, definitely a princess’ jewellery. He looked at it carefully again and placed it down on the table. Why was she…? He frowned in displeased.

Maharani Jivanta Bai had informed Kunwar Partap that his sister’s hand was being asked for marriage by his friend Surjan Singh’s family. He had looked stunned. Marriage? Wasn’t it… for elders? His mother had laughed.
“You are old enough to save your motherland and mother, so you are old enough to honour someone as a wife too!” she had said, much to his shock.
“I won’t get into such things ever, Ranima, my life is dedicated to my motherland.” He had smiled as worry swept across her face. “Kunwar Partap, there is something you should know.” She had made him sit down.

He had heard her name for the first time that day, Rajkumari Ajbante Kanwar Punwar. He looked at his mother, stunned. They had promised an engagement he had no clue about when they were infants? He was grateful that Raoji was a major contributor in all the battles. He had also liked Hansa Mausi when he had met her once at his sister’s engagement. But Marriage to their daughter? He had never thought about life beyond Mewar and wars. He didn’t want it. He was a warrior; His mother always told him that his life was Mewar’s. The same Ranima had that day reassured him of her choice and the necessity of marriage to one’s life.  But how could Ranima know how the princess was? She hadn’t met the girl either. She could be a snobbish, spoilt princess, just like most of them who had no clue about the world around them. He was sulking all day about it in secret. He had stayed away from them all his life, and today, his Ranima was telling him he would eventually marry one.
Kunwar Partap stared at the anklet again. She was no snobbish princess for sure. But why was she… He had met many princesses, whose gaze and ways made him feel uneasy at times. His brother had often teased him again and again about how they would die for his attention. And then there was this girl who… She didn’t even want him to see her or know her, yet she made him the balm herself. He stared at the bowl of comfort. He couldn’t give the girl false hopes.

Early at dawn, Bhagwati had opened the curtains, as the sunshine from the jharokhas fell on Ajbante Kanwar’s face, making her open her eyes slowly.
 “How are you feeling, Rajkumarisa?” Bhagwati’s question was met with silence.
She frowned, “Ajbante Kanwar Baisa? Baisa?” She got up, startling her friend.
“I need to go.” She spoke to her friend, holding her hand. “Get the palanquin ready, Bhagwati.”
“Hey Eklingji, you fainted yesterday, you have a fever, Ajbante Baisa.” Her friend looked worried. “Where are we going so early in the morning?”
“I am fine; I need to find the anklets before someone else does.”
“What?” Saubhagyawati looked stunned as if she had seen a ghost. “Do you even know who you are saying? We cannot go back to the camp asking around for an anklet. We will be caught. He is Kunwar Partap Singh! He will understand something is amiss, what if he complains to your Daata, what if…”
“Are you coming or not?” Bhagwati’s pleas were cut short by Ajbante Baisa’s words, and she agreed in silence.

Kunwar Partap was already late by two days, and he did not want to delay his travels any longer. While leaving for Sirohi, a sound in the forest stopped him. The foot soldiers grew alarmed.
“What is it, Kunwarsa?”
“I heard something…” He frowned, turning back. “A procession?”
“At such an early hour?” The soldiers stared around “No travellers travel this path.”
“I must have heard wrong.” He held his reign. “Let’s go, we are getting late.”

Ajbante frowned at the empty tents. Saubhagyawati smiled, relieved “See, it's empty, there is nothing here, let’s go home. Baisa? Baisa! Baisa?” She called in vain and watched her walk inside the largest tent, untying the ropes with her pocket dagger.
“Hai Eklingji, what are you doing?” Bhagwati sat down on the ground, worried. She eyed the maid and the soldier who had accompanied them. She hoped the news did not reach Raoji. It was clearly Kunwarsa’s tent that Baisa was trespassing into.” We will be caught and hanged like thieves!” She exclaimed.

“Bhagwati, come quick.” Ajbante’s alarmed voice made her skip a beat as she peeped into the tent and watched Ajbante Kanwar Baisa stand there, by the empty trunk, the only thing left behind. In her hand, something shone brightly. Coming closer, Saubhagyawati’s eyes widened. Her anklet. Ajbante gave her a silent look. She snatched the piece of paper from Ajbante Kanwar Baisa’s hand.

Rajkumarisa.” Bhagwati sounded alarmed, staring at Ajbante Kanwar Baisa and back at the letter. “Rajkumarisa, next time you stalk someone, make sure you leave no clues behind, that is the first rule of … Spying on battlefields?” Bhagwati frowned and stopped. She eyed Ajbante’s unreadable face and continued. “Thank you, your balm helped a lot.” She smiled. “But I should inform you that my heart and soul belong to my motherland. No one else has a place there. Or in my life. I am clearing this up because I don’t want to give any princess false hope of commitment. Jai Eklingji. Kunwar Partap Singh of Mewar.” Saubhagyawati stopped, and there was complete silence. She stared at Ajbante Baisa, smiling. For a moment, she feared her friend had lost her sanity from the blow she had received with this letter.

“Baisa?” She looked scared and concerned as Ajbante giggled in a manner very unlike her, “Are you all right?” She was worried.
“All right? Bhago. Bhago. Bhago.” She held her friend’s shoulders and twirled twice, surprising her. “I was never so happy!”
“What?” She looked stunned.
“Kunwar Partap! Wrote to me.” Ajbante smiled, snatching the letter.
“Yes, telling you not to expect…”
“He taught me a lesson on warfare!” Ajbante Baisa cut her short. She fell silent. “And… He knows who I am. He knows… me!!”

She tucked the letter into her Dagger holder, making Bhagwati look surprised, “You are keeping it?”
“Of course, how many people does Kunwarsa write to and give lessons to?” She smirked, her eyes twinkling.
“Ajbante Baisa…”
“He taught me a thing about warfare, Bhagwati, and I will teach him more about life. We will impart lessons if that is what Kunwarsa wants!” She smiled a smile her friend knew.
“What is going on in your mind?”
“Kunwar Partap should know that he cannot think of me as just another princess. I, Ajbante Kanwar Punwar, will prove to him that I am an equal and able princess. He will regret this letter; it’s a promise.” Bhagwati looked at her adamant face, scared.
“He has heard tales of a Rajputani’s adamant nature, Bhago; now he will see one. Ajbante Kanwar Baisa is and will always be his.” She smiled, staring at the anklet in her hand.



About Humayun in this one: After being refused shelter by Marwar and many other Rajput states, Humayun, with his Harem and a pregnant Hamida Begum, arrived at Amerkot, or Umerkot in present-day Pakistan and the king there helped him with food and shelter. Akbar was born there in 1542 before they moved to Kabul, and Humayun sought help from the Turkish states to regain his provinces against Sher Shah and the Lodis. Mewar was in its own turmoil against the Afghans and Suris when the Jauhar of 1535 occurred, and then Emperor Humayun arrived late to help Mewar and re-established Rana Vikramaditya as the king. 


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