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1.Brave Girl Madeline (Veer Balika Madeline)
About two to two and a half centuries ago, there was an old-style fort situated on the banks of the Lawrence River, twenty miles from Montreal in Canada. The walls of this fort were made by tightly placing and embedding large wooden logs upright like posts. Twenty soldiers lived in this fort, and their commander was Mr. Varcher. Mr. Varcher had a daughter named Madeline.
The soldiers of this fort lived there with their families and farmed outside the fort to provide for their food, as they were French and supplies from France were scarce. During harvest season, all the soldiers went out to their fields. Only two to four soldiers and some women remained in the fort to guard it.
One day during the harvest season, Mr. Varcher, along with all but two soldiers, went to the fields, and everyone began harvesting with peace of mind. Suddenly, a tribe of raiders called the Herokis attacked them. Mr. Varcher gave the order, "Return to the fort!" but by then, the raiders had already surrounded them. After a short skirmish, all of them were captured and tied up by the Herokis.
Madeline had also gone out for a walk outside the fort at that time. She heard her father’s shout to return to the fort and saw the raiders’ attack from a distance. She also witnessed her father and his companions being tied up. She quickly ran back to the fort and ordered the gates to be shut.
When the two soldiers in the fort heard that their commander and fellow soldiers had been captured, they lost hope and said, “Set fire to the gunpowder storage. Let us blow up the fort and die this way rather than be tortured to death by the raiders.”
At that time, Madeline was only a fourteen-year-old girl, but she did not panic. She scolded the two soldiers for their cowardice and persuaded them to stay strong. Finally, they agreed to listen to her. The young girl Madeline, became the commander of the fort. She repaired the weak spots in the fort and stationed the women with rifles at various points for defense.
The raiders assumed only women were left in the fort and thought looting it would be easy. But when they approached, rifles from the fort started firing. Several raiders were hit and fell; the rest fled and hid in the distance.
Madeline then noticed a cannon in the fort. She cleaned it, loaded it with ammunition, and fired a shot. Hearing the cannon's roar, the raiders escaped into the nearby forests and hid.
Madeline had hoped that the cannon fire would alert nearby villages and bring help, but no one came the entire day. In the evening, a boat was seen coming down the river. However, it wasn’t bringing help; it was carrying a farmer named Mr. Faten with his wife and children, coming to the fort as guests.
Madeline feared that the raiders hiding in the forest might kill her guests. She picked up a loaded rifle on her shoulder, left the fort alone, reached the riverbank, and safely escorted the guests back to the fort.
That night, an officer from another fort arrived with soldiers to help. By then, young Madeline was exhausted to the core. She hadn’t had a moment to sit. After handing over command of the fort to the officer, she collapsed onto a chair.
The next morning, with the help of his soldiers, the officer freed all those who had been captured by the raiders.
2. The Native American Uprising
The Native Americans had rebelled. At one location, the number of rebels was overwhelming, while the white settlers were few. When no means of defense remained and the rebels began to gain the upper hand, the white people fled and took refuge in a fort. However, the natives surrounded the fort from all sides. They hid in the bushes, waiting to attack the fort during the night.
Outside the fort, there was a wooden hut. In their panic while fleeing, the white settlers had forgotten all their gunpowder in that hut. Now, their guns were useless. A message had been sent to another location, and there was hope that reinforcements would arrive by morning—but what about the night? It was certain that the natives would attack after dark.
Someone had to go outside the fort and retrieve the gunpowder from the hut. Without gunpowder, there was no hope of survival for anyone. But rebels were hiding all around the fort. If anyone ventured out, they would not escape being pierced by spears.
However, to save the lives of fifty people, one life had to be risked.
Three or four young men decided to go out and bring the gunpowder, but their commander did not grant permission. It was crucial to keep every soldier safe for the battle against such a large number of rebels.
“I will go,” said Jane, the fourteen-year-old daughter of the commander. Everyone was stunned. The young men protested, saying that a young girl should not be sent into the jaws of death while capable young men remained. But Jane was firm in her decision.
At last, the gatekeeper quietly opened the gate, and Jane stepped outside.
Like a cat, Jane crept silently and cautiously reached the hut. She tied up as large a bundle of gunpowder as she could carry and started back. But the natives heard her. Arrows began to rain down with a whizzing sound from all directions. Jane ran, and the natives chased after her. Many times it seemed the enemy would catch her, but at last, she reached the fort gate, and the gatekeeper quickly pulled her inside.
The natives began hurling spears, arrows, stones, and other weapons at the fort. But now they had to retreat—because the arrival of the gunpowder had reignited the white settlers’ guns, which began to pour fire upon the attackers.
By risking her own life, Jane saved the lives of all her companions.
3. Brave Girls: Hammir's Mother
Prince Ari Singh, the eldest son of Maharana Lakshman Singh of Chittorgarh, once went out hunting. He and his companions were chasing a wild boar on horseback. Frightened by the pursuit, the boar ran into a pearl millet (bajra) field. That field was being guarded by a young girl. She climbed down from her watchtower and stood in front of the horses.
Very politely, she said, “Prince! If you ride your horses into my field, my crop will be ruined. Please wait here—I will go and kill the boar myself.”
The prince was surprised. How could this girl possibly kill a wild boar with her bare hands? Out of curiosity, he stayed to watch. To his astonishment, the girl uprooted a millet plant, sharpened its end, and fearlessly entered the field. Within moments, she returned, having slain the boar, and laid it before the prince.
From there, the prince and his companions returned to their camp. While they were bathing, a stone suddenly struck one of the horses, breaking its leg. The stone had been thrown by the same farmer girl from her watchtower to scare away birds. Upon seeing the condition of the prince’s horse, she ran from her field and earnestly apologized for her carelessness.
The prince said, “I am amazed by your strength. I am only sorry that I have no worthy reward to give you right now.”
The girl replied, “Show kindness to your poor subjects—that alone would be the greatest reward for me.” Saying this, she went on her way.
That evening, as the prince and his companions were riding out on their horses, they saw the same girl. She had a pot of milk balanced on her head and was holding the reins of two buffaloes, one in each hand. One of the prince's companions, intending to tease her, moved to push her and knock down her milk pot. But the girl, sensing his intent, skillfully threw one of the buffalo’s ropes in such a way that it entangled the horse’s leg. The rider tumbled to the ground with a crash.
Impressed by the fearless girl’s courage and strength, Prince Ari Singh was captivated. Upon inquiry, he discovered that she was a Kshatriya (warrior class) maiden. The prince himself approached her father and proposed marriage. Through her own bravery, this young girl eventually became the queen of Chittorgarh.
4. Surya and Paramal
The Caliph of Baghdad, Walid, sent his army to invade the region of Debal in Sindh, India. The commander of this army was Muhammad bin Qasim. King Dahar of Debal and his son Jayshah faced the enemy with their army. The brave soldiers of Debal fought fiercely, but the invading enemy force was vast and overwhelming. Eventually, the entire army of Debal was defeated, and both the king and the prince were killed in battle.
When the queen heard of her husband’s death, she gathered a force of women and marched out of the royal palace to attack the enemy. The queen and her brave female warriors fought valiantly but were also slain. Muhammad bin Qasim looted the royal palace. Among the spoils of war, he sent the severed head of King Dahar, his royal umbrella, and his two daughters, Surya and Paramal—as captives to the Caliph in Baghdad. Muhammad bin Qasim remained in Sindh, dreaming of conquering all of India.
When the daughters of King Dahar reached the Caliph in Baghdad, he was astonished by their extraordinary beauty. It seemed to him as if celestial nymphs had descended from heaven. Enchanted, he proposed marriage to Princess Surya.
What could the helpless princesses do, alone in a foreign land and captives in the palace of their enemy? But they had resolved to avenge their father’s death. When the Caliph made the marriage proposal, Surya began to weep. Moved, the Caliph came closer to comfort her. But Surya stepped back and said, “Caliph! Do not touch us. Your vile commander, bin Qasim, has already dishonored us.”
Hearing this, the Caliph trembled with rage. He immediately dispatched messengers to India with the order that Muhammad bin Qasim be sewn alive into a rawhide sack and his corpse brought before him.
The messengers reached India and carried out the brutal order. Despite his efforts to prove his innocence and appeal to the Caliph, no one listened. Muhammad bin Qasim was sewn alive into a leather sack and died. His corpse was then sent to Baghdad in a sack. Enraged, the Caliph kicked the sack multiple times upon its arrival.
Afterward, the Caliph went up to the roof of his palace and summoned Surya and Paramal. He told them that Muhammad bin Qasim’s corpse now lay below in a leather sack in the royal court.
Surya replied, “Good. We have avenged the death of our father and the plundering of our homeland.”
When the Caliph later learned that his commander was innocent, he was filled with remorse and struck his head in grief.
But Surya had already explained everything to her younger sister Paramal. In a mixture of sorrow and righteous fury, Paramal said to the Caliph, “We are Hindu princesses! Who dares touch our bodies while we still live?”
With that, the two brave sisters stood at the very edge of the palace roof, drew poisoned daggers, and stabbed each other deeply in the chest, their lifeless bodies falling from the tall rooftop to the ground below.
The Caliph was so shaken by the astonishing bravery of these Indian girls that he sat down in stunned silence, holding his head in his hands.
5. Sardar Bai
In Gujarat, there was a small Hindu kingdom called Ranipur. Its ruler was King Khemraj. The king's son, Moolraj, was a depraved gambler and drunkard, but his daughter, Sardar Bai, was extraordinarily beautiful and courageous.
This was during the 13th century of the Vikram Samvat era. At that time, the Mughal emperor’s governor, Rahmat Khan, came to Gujarat to collect royal taxes. One day, while the people of Ranipur were gathered outside the city to attend a festival, Rahmat Khan roamed the nearly deserted town on horseback with a few soldiers. It was then that he saw Princess Sardar Bai and was instantly smitten by her beauty.
That night, Rahmat Khan invited Prince Moolraj to his camp, plied him with liquor, and lured him into gambling. Under the influence of alcohol and Rahmat Khan's provocation, Moolraj went so far as to wager his own sister, Sardar Bai — and lost.
The next morning, Rahmat Khan sent a royal palanquin to the palace to collect the princess. When King Khemraj learned of this, he destroyed the palanquin, had its bearers arrested, and imprisoned them.
When Rahmat Khan received this news, he used Prince Moolraj to infiltrate the fort through a secret passage. The Rajput soldiers were unaware, but the women of the palace quickly took up swords. Leading them was Moolraj's own wife, who, upon seeing her traitorous husband approaching with the enemy, attacked him like a lioness and plunged her sword into his chest. Then, drawing the same sword, she stabbed herself, declaring,
“I have atoned for my husband’s sins. Now, I atone for my own.”
By then, the Rajput soldiers arrived, and a fierce battle ensued. However, the small Rajput force could not withstand the mighty army. King Khemraj, his queen, and Sardar Bai were captured by Rahmat Khan's soldiers. Taking them as prisoners, Rahmat Khan began the journey toward Patan, the capital of Gujarat.
One night along the way, Rahmat Khan entered Sardar Bai’s tent. She greeted him cheerfully, spoke sweetly, and when he became comfortable, she offered him wine. She poured drink after drink with her own hands until Rahmat Khan fell unconscious from intoxication. Then the brave Rajput princess kicked him off the bed, disguised herself in a soldier’s uniform, mounted a horse, and escaped into the darkness.
When Rahmat Khan regained consciousness, he saw Sardar Bai’s garments lying nearby and one of his guards unconscious and half-naked. Realizing she had escaped, he sent horsemen in all directions, but Sardar Bai had vanished.
In his fury, Rahmat Khan tried to force King Khemraj and the queen to convert to Islam. But true Hindus do not abandon their faith out of fear. When they refused, Rahmat Khan had them both executed. He had no choice but to content himself with this revenge, as Sardar Bai was never found again.
6. Lalbai
The Sultan of Sindh, Ahmad Shah, sent a message to King Parvatsingh of Ahor, a small kingdom, demanding that he marry off his daughter Lalbai to him. Upon receiving this message through the Sultan’s envoy, King Parvatsingh and the Rajput nobles of his court were filled with rage. The envoy returned empty-handed.
Ahmad Shah believed that the small kingdom of Ahor would be easily intimidated. But when his demands were refused, he marched on Ahor with a massive army, laying siege to its fortress. Though the Rajput soldiers were few in number, Ahmad Shah did not dare attack directly due to their reputation for valor. However, he maintained the siege for a long time. Eventually, the food supply within the fort ran out.
Rather than dying of starvation, King Parvatsingh and his warriors resolved to die fighting. The women of the fort prepared for jauhar — the ritual self-immolation to avoid capture and dishonor. A massive pyre was built within the fort, and the Rajput women, smiling and fearless, leapt into the flames.
The men donned saffron robes, put tulsi garlands around their necks, tied Shaligram stones, embraced one another, and then opened the gates of the fort. Swords drawn, the Rajputs launched a final assault on the enemy and perished in battle. King Parvatsingh, his son, and all their companions fell in the field.
When Ahmad Shah entered the fort victorious, he found it filled with the smoke of funeral pyres — not a soul alive. He sat down, stunned. But later, he learned that King Parvatsingh had secretly sent his daughter Lalbai into hiding with a trusted noble.
Ahmad Shah immediately sent an envoy to this noble demanding Lalbai's surrender.
Lalbai, however, had already learned of her father and brother’s deaths. She had stopped eating and drinking, mourning in silence. When the Sultan’s envoy arrived, Lalbai summoned the noble and said:
“Uncle, do not put yourself in danger for me. I am ready to go to Ahmad Shah myself.”
The noble replied:
“Daughter, do not worry. We are Rajputs too. As long as we live, no one will dare lay eyes on you.”
But Lalbai had made up her mind — to face the killer of her father herself. Her determination puzzled everyone, but they had no alternative.
Ahmad Shah, overjoyed by the news, set the wedding date. The ceremony was to take place in the royal palace by the Silver Lake. According to custom, the bride and groom would exchange wedding garments. Lalbai sent a set of clothes to Ahmad Shah, and he sent his in return. Both were dressed in each other’s gifts on the day of the wedding.
Priests and clerics had gathered to officiate the ceremony. A large crowd gathered outside, eager to catch a glimpse of the Sultan and his new bride. To appease the crowd, Ahmad Shah appeared on the balcony of the palace with Lalbai by his side.
But as he stood there, flames suddenly erupted from his right shoulder. Lalbai had soaked the wedding garments she sent with a deadly poison that ignited upon contact with body heat. Before anyone could understand what was happening, Lalbai leapt from the balcony into the Silver Lake.
Ahmad Shah, maddened by the searing poison, ran about in agony and died a terrible death.
The nobles of Ahor understood that Lalbai had staged the entire marriage only to avenge her father’s death.
7. Tajkunwari
Near Kanpur, there once existed a Hindu kingdom called Kisora, ruled by King Sajjan Singh. He had a son named Lakshman Singh and a daughter named Tajkunwari. The king raised his daughter like a son, teaching her to ride horses and wield weapons like the sword and spear.
At that time, Qutb-ud-din Aibak was the Sultan of Delhi. The country was under Muslim rule, and invasions upon Hindus without reason were common. One day, Lakshman Singh and Tajkunwari rode out on horseback to hunt. In the forest, a group of twelve to fourteen Muslim men, hiding behind bushes and plotting something, saw them riding alone, unaccompanied by guards. Seizing the opportunity, they attacked with sticks.
But both siblings drew their swords and fought back fiercely. In a short time, Lakshman Singh had beheaded five attackers, while Tajkunwari had slain three. Not wanting to be outdone by her brother, she swiftly cut down two more enemies. After ten of them were slain, the remaining attackers fled.
Those fleeing Pathans reached Delhi and inflamed Qutb-ud-din by praising Tajkunwari’s beauty, suggesting that she would make a worthy addition to the Sultan’s harem. Tempted, the Sultan ordered his army to lay siege to the fort of Kisora.
Despite being outnumbered, the Rajput soldiers bravely came out of the fort and launched a ferocious attack on the invading forces. Lakshman Singh and Tajkunwari watched the battle from the battlements. But they saw their soldiers falling one by one against the enormous Muslim army. The Rajput forces were dwindling rapidly.
The siblings decided to act. Donning their battle attire, they mounted their horses, drew their swords, and rode into battle. Their swords sliced through enemies like radishes.
Sultan Qutb-ud-din, watching the battle from afar through a spyglass, noticed Tajkunwari fighting. Enraged and obsessed, he shouted to his soldiers:
“Whoever captures that girl alive and brings her to me shall receive a reward of his choice!”
Tempted by the promise of riches, countless Muslim soldiers charged toward the Rajputs. In the fierce battle, King Sajjan Singh and many Rajput warriors fell.
Seeing Muslim soldiers closing in on her, Tajkunwari cried out to her brother:
“Brother! Save your sister!”
Tears filled Lakshman Singh’s eyes. He replied:
“Sister, how can I save you now?”
Tajkunwari rebuked him:
“And you call yourself a Rajput, brother? My body is destined to perish one day — but save my honor! Do not let the unclean hands of these invaders touch your sister!”
Lakshman Singh understood. With a swift blow of his sword, he severed Tajkunwari’s head, saving her from dishonor.
Then, like the incarnation of Yama, the god of death, Lakshman Singh hurled himself into the enemy ranks. How many he killed before falling himself, no one could count.
Though Qutb-ud-din Aibak emerged victorious, all he gained were corpses and an empty fort of Kisora.
8. Veermati
There once was a small kingdom named Devagiri. In the 14th century, Alauddin Khilji launched an attack on its ruler, King Ramdev. He first sent a message demanding the king’s submission. But a true Rajput prefers to die laughing on the battlefield rather than live in subjugation. King Ramdev sent a stern reply, refusing to bow down.
Enraged, Alauddin marched with his army towards Devagiri. But the Rajput warriors of Devagiri were so powerful that his massive army could not stand against them. Many of Alauddin's soldiers were killed, and he was forced to retreat. Devagiri celebrated a grand victory festival.
In a previous battle, one of the Maratha commanders of King Ramdev’s army had been killed. His only daughter, Veermati, was brought up by the king as his own daughter. When she turned fourteen or fifteen, the king arranged her engagement to a young Maratha soldier named Krishnarao.
However, Krishnarao was greedy. As Alauddin retreated in defeat, Krishnarao betrayed his own people by revealing the secrets of Devagiri Fort to the enemy, in exchange for the promise that Alauddin would make him the king of Devagiri if victorious.
Alauddin, now armed with inside knowledge about the fort’s defenses and army strength, returned with his forces. While the kingdom was still celebrating its earlier victory, the news of Alauddin’s return arrived. King Ramdev declared:
“Surely someone has betrayed us. A defeated enemy cannot return without some secret knowledge. But there is no need to worry. We will defeat them again.”
“We shall certainly be victorious!” all the Rajput commanders shouted as they drew their swords.
But Krishnarao remained silent. Everyone turned to him and asked why he was quiet.
Suddenly, Veermati, roaring like a lioness, plunged her sword into Krishnarao’s chest, declaring:
“He is a traitor!”
Earlier, Krishnarao had said something suspicious that had aroused Veermati’s doubts.
As he lay dying, Krishnarao confessed:
“Yes, I am a traitor. But Veermati, I truly...”
Veermati interrupted him:
“I know I was to be married to you. In my heart, I had accepted you as my husband. A Hindu maiden, once she considers a man her husband, cannot think of another. I have fulfilled my duty to my country by killing a traitor. Now I must fulfill my duty as a wife.”
Saying this, she turned the same sword upon herself, plunging it into her chest, and fell beside Krishnarao.
9.Rani Ratnawati of Jaisalmer
Maharawal Ratan Singh, the ruler of Jaisalmer, had gone out of his fort to suppress threats from enemies of the kingdom. In his absence, he entrusted the defense of the fort to his daughter, Princess Ratnawati.
At that time, Sultan Alauddin Khilji of Delhi sent his army to lay siege to the Jaisalmer fort, under the command of his general, Malik Kafur. The massive Muslim army surrounded the fort on all sides. But Ratnawati did not panic. Disguised as a warrior, sword at her waist, bow and arrows ready, she would ride on horseback across the ramparts and all key locations of the fort, managing the defense herself.
Thanks to her intelligence and agility, every time the Muslim army attempted an attack, they were forced to retreat after suffering heavy losses.
One day, when they realized the fort could not be breached by force, many soldiers began scaling the walls. Ratnawati deliberately ordered her guards to pull back and allowed the enemies to climb higher. But once they had reached the top, she gave the command to shower them with stones and pour boiling oil, destroying the entire attacking party.
Another night, a Muslim soldier tried to sneak into the fort under cover of darkness. Ever watchful, Ratnawati spotted him. He tried to deceive her, saying,
"I bring a message from your father."
But deceiving Princess Ratnawati was no easy task. She shot him dead with an arrow.
When General Malik Kafur saw that the fort could not be won through valor, he tried bribery. He offered golden bricks to the old gatekeeper, asking him to open the gates at night. But a true Rajput never betrays his homeland for greed. The gatekeeper instead informed Ratnawati of the plan.
Recognizing a perfect opportunity to trap the enemy, Ratnawati instructed the gatekeeper to go ahead and open the gate as planned.
At midnight, Malik Kafur arrived with a hundred soldiers at the gate. The gatekeeper opened the doors and led them inside. Once they were in, the gates were shut behind them, and the old man led them deeper into the fort. At a certain point, he vanished through a secret passage.
Now trapped and confused, Malik Kafur and his men realized they were caught in a trap. From atop the ramparts, Princess Ratnawati stood laughing. The invaders understood they could not escape. They were imprisoned in the fort.
Even after their general’s capture, the Muslim army continued the siege. Inside the fort, the food supply began to dwindle. The Rajput soldiers started fasting. Ratnawati grew pale and thin with hunger, but she never gave up the code of royal justice.
"Even an enemy prisoner must not be tortured — that is the dharma of a righteous king," she declared.
She instructed that her own soldiers be given only a handful of grain each, but Malik Kafur and his companions were given two handfuls daily.
When Alauddin heard that his general was imprisoned in the fort and the siege was proving futile, he finally sent a proposal of peace to Maharawal Ratan Singh.
One day, Ratnawati saw that the Muslim tents were being removed from around the fort — and that her father was returning with his army.
When Malik Kafur was released from prison, he said in awe:
“The princess is no ordinary girl. She is not just a warrior — she is a goddess. Even while starving herself, she ensured we were fed. She is truly worthy of worship.”
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10. Vidyullata – The Brave Rajput Maiden
This story dates back to the time when Alauddin Khilji launched a second massive attack on Chittorgarh, driven by his desire to capture Queen Padmini. He had already been defeated in his first attempt, so this time he came with a much larger and heavily equipped army.
During this fierce assault, the brave Rajput warriors donned saffron robes (kesariya vastra), symbolizing their readiness to fight to the death. Eventually, they perished in battle. To protect their honor and chastity, Queen Padmini and the other Rajput women committed Jauhar—self-immolation on a funeral pyre.
In Chittorgarh, there lived a nobleman's daughter named Vidyullata. She was engaged to a Rajput warrior named Samar Singh, and preparations for their wedding were underway. However, before the ceremony could take place, Alauddin’s army attacked. Samar Singh had to leave to fight for his motherland.
Vidyullata spent most of her time in solitude, deeply immersed in thoughts of her beloved fiancé.
One moonlit night, Samar Singh came secretly to meet her. Alone with her, he said:
“It seems Chittorgarh will soon fall into the hands of the Muslims. Their army is enormous, and ultimately, the Rajputs cannot hold out. In such a situation, I want us to flee together, far from Chittorgarh.”
At first, Vidyullata couldn't understand why he was speaking this way. But when Samar Singh confessed that he had abandoned the battlefield out of love for her, she exploded with rage:
“Do you think I would marry a coward like you? No Rajput maiden would even spit on a man who flees battle. If you wish to hold my hand, then go and prove your valor in war. If you die in battle, I will follow you in death and meet you in heaven as a Sati.”
She scolded him fiercely and returned to her home. Heartbroken and humiliated, Samar Singh left.
He had been terrified upon seeing the size of Alauddin’s army and had fallen for Vidyullata's beauty, which made him fear death. Under the sway of desire, he betrayed his homeland and joined the enemy.
After Alauddin finally conquered Chittorgarh, Samar Singh, along with hundreds of Muslim soldiers, came to claim Vidyullata.
When Vidyullata saw him approaching with the enemy soldiers, she was shocked. Realizing he had joined the invaders, she instantly recognized his treachery. When he tried to grab her hand, she pulled away and shouted:
“You vile traitor! Don’t defile me by touching my body. Do you feel no shame in coming to me after siding with our enemies? Go drown yourself in shame! There is no place here for cowardly betrayers.”
Blinded by arrogance from the enemy’s victory, Samar Singh still tried to forcefully approach her. But before he could touch her, Vidyullata swiftly drew her dagger and plunged it into her own chest.
Before the traitor could lay a hand on her, the noble Rajput maiden had already left her mortal body, ascending to the divine realm of the gods.
All that Samar Singh was left with was her lifeless body—and the stain of betrayal branded on his soul forever.
