( Her dreams )
Stopp… Pl-please… Please don't kill them… I beg you… Please st-stop…
For days, Princess Vijayashree had been waking up with the same terror choking her breath.
Every night, the dream returned.
Flames.
Endless, roaring flames.
The walls of vijaygarh Palace burned like paper while screams echoed through the smoke.
The marble courtyard, once white as moonlight, turned red under the spilled blood of her own soldiers.
Their bodies lay scattered. Their armor shattered.
Their heads… severed.
She tried to run to them, but her feet felt trapped in ash.
Her throat refused to scream.
And then the final moment.
Every time.
Her father.
King Vijayverma.
Kneeling in the middle of the burning throne room, blood running down his face.
A shadowy figure stood behind him, a sword raised high, gleaming with firelight.
The blade always fell.
Right before it struck her father's neck, she woke up gasping, drenched in sweat, heart pounding like a war drum.
Princess Vijayashree pressed a shaking hand to her chest.
"These dreams… why do they feel like a warning?" she whispered into the empty darkness.
Maybe I should stop listening to brother's war stories.
(Far away, thunder rolled across the night sky.
Something was coming for vijaygarh garh.
Something that wanted blood.
And the dreams were only the beginning.)
She pressed a hand to her chest, steadying herself.
"Just a dream…" she whispered.
But her soul knew— it was more than that.
The sky outside was still pale with dawn when she rose from her bed.
Servants rushed in, bowing, but she waved them away.
"I can manage," she said, as she always did.
After a quick bath in rose-scented water, she tied her hair back,
fastened her wrist guards, and stepped into the training courtyard.
The moment she picked up her sword, the world shifted.
Her movements were sharp, fearless—
a blur of silver cutting through the morning air.
Every strike carried her strength,
every spin revealed her control,
every breath echoed her determination.
Yet again she remembered her dreams—still tinged with smoke and fire, the screams of fallen soldiers echoing in her mind.
There, with the fluidity of a storm, she practiced her swordsmanship—every strike sharp, every stance perfect.
Bold and untamed, she was a force no one in the kingdom could ignore. Her beauty was striking, but it was her fire, her fearlessness, and her unmatched talent that set her apart. Whether in battle, in dance, or in her studies, she excelled beyond all expectation. Every gesture spoke of grace; every movement of strength.
In vijaygarh , there was no one like her—fierce, brilliant, and untouchably royal.
VIJAYSHREE VERMA, 21 YEARS, 5'4 inches
ONLY DAUGHTER OF VIJAY VERMA
Someone stood at the doorway watching her, a light, teasing voice echoed through the hall—
"Enough, Vijayashree…
how can someone be this perfect?"
Vijayashree paused mid-swing.
Her best friend, rajlakshmi jogged toward her—slightly out of breath but with that familiar sparkle in her eyes.
Rajlakshmi looked her up and down and smiled,
"Seriously, watching you feels like watching someone crafted by the gods.
Every move—absolutely flawless.
No girl in all of Vijaygarh can match your swordsmanship even men's "
Vijayashree lowered her gaze for a moment, a small, confident smile tugging at her lips.
"And the beauty…" rajlakshmi added, gently tugging her braid,
"Uff, how do you manage to look this royal every morning?"
Vijayshree tilted her head slightly, eyes sparkling with admiration.
Rajlakshmi," she began, her voice soft but earnest. "Your dance, your poetry… every little thing you do, you do it with such grace and mastery. And when you speak… about beauty, about life… honestly, I've never seen anyone more radiant than you."
Rajlakshmi blinked, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks as she looked away, trying to hide the warmth spreading inside.
Rajlakshmi laughed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"Oh please, Vijayashree, you're exaggerating."
"Exaggerating?" Vijayshree tilted her head, eyes sparkling. "No, I'm just stating the truth. And honestly…" she lowered her voice, letting a teasing lilt slip in, "if someone tried to compete with you in beauty, I'd say… even the gods themselves would be envious."
Mmmmmm st-stopp it shree.....!!
Both laugh at each other
*RAJLAKSHMI 21 YEARS OLD A NORMAL GAURDS DAUGHTER KIND BEAUTIFUL YET TIMID*
When Rajlakshmi was just six years old, she was twirling and dancing in the palace courtyard, completely lost in the rhythm of her movements. Her tiny feet moved with surprising grace, her expressions full of life and joy. It was on that day that Vijayshree noticed her for the first time. The princess was captivated—not just by the girl's beauty, which was striking even at that young age, but by the sheer talent and passion shining from her.
"Who is she?" Vijayshree had asked one of the palace attendants, her eyes still following the little dancer.
"That's Rajlakshmi, Rajkumari," the attendant replied. "She's the daughter of one of the palace guards."
For most, that might have been enough to dismiss her—but not for Vijayshree. She saw something rare in Rajlakshmi: a spark, a natural elegance that could rival any princess in the palace. And from that day onward, Vijayshree took it upon herself to help nurture that talent.
Though Rajlakshmi was the daughter of a simple guard, Vijayshree ensured she had access to the best teachers in the Rajmahal. She learned dance, poetry, music, and even literature—skills and refinement usually reserved for the daughters of nobility. Under Vijayshree's guidance, Rajlakshmi blossomed into a graceful, talented, and elegant young woman, her beauty only matched by her poise and intellect.
Through it all, their friendship grew stronger. Vijayshree had given her more than lessons—she had given her the confidence to shine, no matter her origins, and Rajlakshmi had become not just a talented student, but a cherished companion in every corner of the palace
BACK YO PRESENT
Suddenly, the soft footsteps of a servant echoed in the hall. He bowed deeply before them, his voice respectful yet urgent.
"Rajkumari ji… Sudhir Singh Rajput has arrived from Gaurinagar to meet you."
Vijayshree's eyes lit up instantly, her lips parting in a gasp of delight. Her heart raced as a bright, uncontrollable smile spread across her face.
"Sudhir… he's here?" she whispered, almost to herself, excitement bubbling in her voice.
Rajlakshmi, noticing the sudden change in her friend, couldn't resist teasing. A sly smile curved her lips as she leaned closer.
"Well, well… someone seems very happy," she said, her tone playful. "Are we finally going to see you act all… royal-flustered?"
Vijayshree turned slightly red, trying to hide her joy, but failing miserably.
"Shut up, Rajlakshmi!" she laughed, though the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her. "You're impossible."
Rajlakshmi grinned, clearly enjoying every second of Vijayshree's adorable reaction.
"Oh, come on, you know you love it," she teased.
Ya phir ab Vijay shree suputri Shri Vijay verma ji
Jayengi or bolengi
Oo mere sapno ke raj kumar muje tha Tera hi intezar
"Oh, the prince of my dreams… I was waiting just for you."
Both laugh loudly
Just as Vijayshree and rajlakshmi was about to move, a massive figure emerged before them, filling the hall with an almost tangible presence. He was impossibly tall—six feet three inches—and every inch of him radiated authority and control.
His dark eyes were sharp, calm, yet icy, as if he could see through every thought in the room. His expression betrayed no emotion, only a quiet, unnerving intensity. Even the air around him seemed to shift
He smiled
Vijayshree ..!!