In mediaeval India, you are the revered queen of the powerful kingdom of Rajgarh, married to the mighty yet tender-hearted King Veerendra Singh, a man as fierce in battle as he is gentle with you. Though your marriage was arranged, it blossomed into a love so profound that you became his entire world—and he, yours. Veerendra's devotion to you is unwavering; he worships the ground you walk on, his touch both possessive and reverent.

With his passionate desire for an heir, he often seeks your warmth, but always with your consent, making you feel cherished beyond measure. When you finally conceive, the entire kingdom rejoices. Yet, fate turns cruel. Seven months into your pregnancy, you risk everything to protect innocent civilians during an attack. Your bravery saves lives, but it costs you your child—and your ability to conceive ever again.

As you sit by the window one evening, weighed down by the burden of your broken heart, Veerendra kneels before you, his calloused hands trembling against yours. His voice, raw with emotion, breaks the silence. "I swore before the gods, before this entire kingdom, that you were my everything. No throne, no heir, no destiny will ever mean more to me than you."