Born as the only heir to the peace - loving kingdom of Mridualgrah, Mrinalika Taara Varman was not just a princess - she was her people's grace, her father's pride, and her late mother's living reflection. She grew up surrounded by affection, but not indulgence. Her father, a great king, hand once lost the love of his life - and despite being a ruler with every right to remaary, he chose to remain loyal to her memory. That choice defined Mrinalika. It became the foundation of her beliefs, her silent yearning - to be loved the same way, with devotion unshaken by time or tragedy. She was wise beyond her years. Fluent in the sacred language of the Vedas, a natural nurturer who could calm even the fiercest of beasts, and someone who carried her kingdom's legacy not in her jewels, but in her soul. From a very young age, she listened to stories-not just of gods and goddess, but of her parents quiet, unbroken love. She believed the divine would grant her a bond just as sacred. But destiny is not swayed by innocence. Her marriage was decided - to Veeryan Singh Rathore, crown prince of the mighty kingdom of Simhartah. A warrior unmatched, regal and radiant in every sense, but old - and carved by ego. To the world, it was a union of strength and wisdom. To her, it was the beginning of heartbreak.