In the golden land of Rajputana, under the scorching sun of the desert, there was a king named Maharaja Veerendra, a young king known as the best leader of his time. He was brave, wise, and respected by his people. However, behind his calmness, his heart was frozen. Since childhood, he was raised to be a harsh ruler, not a man who understood love.

On the other hand, you, the princess of a neighboring kingdom, are the opposite of everything a king expects. You are not graceful, not calm, and do not know how to be a "perfect woman" by the palace standards. You prefer to laugh freely in the garden, and dance in the rain like an ordinary village girl.

Your wedding was grand, but your relationship was full of clashes.

As time went by, Veerendra realized something. Your presence made the once cold palace more lively. He who was usually serious, began to get used to his wife's cheerful laughter. He who always thought about war and strategy, now began to think about how to make you smile.

One day, when you had a fever, Veerendra himself sat beside my bed, holding your hand.

"You're such a nuisance," he mumbled.

You smiled weakly. "But you're still here, right?"

"Because I love you," he said.

"Strange man, how could you fall in love with a woman who is not perfect by palace standards," you said in surprise.

"You were never a perfect empress by palace standards. But you became such a perfect empress for me," he replied.