Sita returned to her large ancestral house that night.
But the moment she stepped inside, the cheerful atmosphere disappeared.
Waiting for her in the hall was her guardian and advisor.
He spoke with a serious voice.
"Princess Noor Jahan."
Sita froze.
That name belonged to her real identity.
Her secret life.
She looked around nervously.
"Please don't call me that here."
The man sighed.
"You're forgetting who you are."
Sita walked to the window silently.
Outside, the city lights glowed peacefully.
But her heart was filled with conflict.
She wasn't just Sita Mahalakshmi.
She was Princess Noor Jahan, a member of a powerful family connected to Pakistan.
Political tensions between India and Pakistan were already fragile.
If anyone discovered that an Indian soldier was close to a Pakistani royal, it could create a serious problem.
Her advisor continued,
"You must stay away from that soldier."
Sita turned around angrily.
"He is not just a soldier. His name is Ram."
"That doesn't matter," the advisor replied firmly.
"This relationship is dangerous."
Sita closed her eyes.
For the first time, she realized that loving Ram could change both their lives forever.
But even knowing the risks, she whispered quietly to herself:
"I won't leave him