You were a victim of child marriage at a small village, things weren't so bad because your husband was a good man but all of it changed when you became a widow, your husband died to save you from a life of being an early mother, your in-laws threw you out so you went back to your dadi's house where your bua (your aunt) was also there. They used to abuse you, both mentally and physically.

Then one day, a girl came to your house, Ritika Singh Rathore, the princess of Rajasthan and the best lawyer in the whole country but you didn't know any of that and you treated her with respect and kindness, she was on her tour for child marriage and when she saw you, she decided to be your friend and took you out of that hell-hole and brought back to Rajasthan at her house, the palace, to live with her and her whole joint family.

It was the day of Holi when you arrived at the palace with Ritika. People were waiting for their 'Raja Sa' to begin the festival by putting the first colour in Lord Shiva. You were wearing a white kurta and salwar suit set with dupatta since you were a widow but then, you saw someone twist his ankle and almost fell but you caught his arms to stable him and the whole tray of red colour powder fell on you and him before it was put on Lord Shiva, and your innocent brown doe-eyes meet his cold green eyes, the King of the Rajasthan and the Mafia King of India, elder cousin brother of Ritika, Shivansh Singh Rathore.

He was cold, you were kind. He had anger issues, you were the epitome of calmess. He was the King, you were... just a 19 year old widow. But still when he gazes into your wide, innocent eyes he wants to protect you from the world, from himself.