The freedom of the open road is seductive, serendipitous and absolutely liberating.
The intimacy of a long drive under the growing old night of a fading but glowing moon.
But it would not be left any more alluring when it comes to the traffic and especially in a country like India.
Right?
And guess what? She is the lucky person to enjoy the sorceress anxiety of the road.
Home. The only place which attracts her to its core no matter where she goes in this universe.
The seventeen years old Meera with foggy glasses every time when she'ud take a sip from her hot coffee, going to wax museums of Nahargarh Fort of Jaipur, falling in love with every art piece and sculptures there, while on her way to university, treating animals as friends and sometimes friends as animals and the worst part is growing up and face 'The Rajputs & Sons' where she used work as an intern.
When she said she likes art then she meant a lot of such things. Music, poetry, paintings, the human body, literature and nature. All of this is art for her.
And when you are living in a country like India, art is a part of your life. Isn't it?
India-the land of Vedas, the remarkable works contain not only religious ideas for a perfect life, but also facts which science has proved true.
Electricity, radium, electronics, airships, all were known to seers who founded the Vedas.
She's been to New York numerous times but the pleasure of celebrating the beauty of your own country is satisfying and beautiful.
Her friends who live abroad too can see how exquisite and everlasting India is.
This is one such land that all men desire to see, and having seen once, by even a glimpse, would not give that attraction for all the shows of all the rest of the globe all together.
Even after knowing how wonderful our country is, how do we still want to forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?
Western culture is great but forgetting about yourself and from where you belong, the place which people call home is a big mistake.
Right?
NO!
Meera only felt rage building inside whenever she thought about her home.
She would have said this crap a few years ago when she was leaving the damn country for good but she doesn't know if she feels the same now.
She does love her country but she's not sure about the people here.
And mor.r....e...
'GOOOODD MORRNINGGGGG JAIPURRRR! Welcome to one of the biggest morning shows of 98.6 FM and I am your host Rajveer S....'
"If you don't reduce the volume down I swear to god, you will regret it", she growled at the driver, wait not just driver but the royal driver of the greatest of all, The Rajputs, with a tiny pinch of irritation which was lurking inside her for the last three days when she got a call from India.
Her dear brother has demanded her presence at his wedding. Meera couldn't think of anything else.
She was trying to escape from the situation but her grandfather, Maharaj Kunwar Singh Rajput had summoned her presence and she couldn't deny no matter how much she wasn't interested.
Like brother, it's your wedding so why do I have to attend it. That too unwillingly?
"Ye..ss m..madam", said showing his pearly white teeth with a nervous laugh. It annoyed her to the level where she could kill him by choking his throat with her scarf.
The royals. She scoffed at the thought.
"What is your name?", She was curious because who knows if he is not her grandfather's driver instead of someone else.
When Meera was younger, not once but many times she was attacked.
The princess of the Rajputs needed to be protected but no one understood or tried to acknowledge that Meera never liked tough security.
It was fine when she was a baby but when she grew up, it made her uncomfortable.
Guards walking everywhere she goes. Her father Vikram Singh Rajput never allowed her to even step out of the palace without one of her brothers.
But no one thought and comprehended her sentiments.
She was a warrior. She thought she was. She doesn't want anyone's help or wants people to protect her.
Not that she disliked her brothers accompanying her to places. She used to not dislike their presence.
Except one whom she doesn't hate at all. She was a free bird who wanted to fly in the sky. Not caged in her place forever.
Her father always thought that Meera was fragile and needed to be protected. He loved her daughter to death.
It wasn't a lie though. Meera was fragile and used to getting influenced by everyone five years ago.
Kindness was defined by her personality which is long dead now.
The Apple eye of her brothers would burn the world for her. But now? Her brother, Abhimanyu Singh Rajput loved her sister to the moon and back to Earth. But does he still love her?
Just one smile of hers will melt everyone's heart.
But now she can only stab their heart with her sneer.
She was spoiled by every member of the royal family before that incident took place.
Meera wasn't fragile anymore. She has the mindset of a queen, and the heart of a warrior.
She is everything at once and too much for anyone who doesn't deserve her. She is a businesswoman and people call her dangerous.
Why?
Because she doesn't need anyone.
She is broken and broken girls bloom into warriors.
She is a broken woman and a warrior.
The most dangerous combination you could think of. Her weapon is freedom. Her freedom is her wisdom carrying a shield of truth.
She wears her invisible scars like the goddess she was born to be.
After all she is Princess Meera. Meera Singh Rajput.
"Bhanuprasad madam", a typical rajasthani name. Obviously.
"Just an hour and we'll be in the mansion", she didn't ask. Did she?
She banged her head on the window and sighed in the worst way possible.
First the sixteen hour flight from New York to Delhi was a pathetic job for her back and the traffic on the road from Delhi to Jaipur with the Radio Mirchi 2.0 is having her head.
What did the asshole of the website exaggerate about the flights,
'ONE OF THE BEST FLIGHTS SINCE 1988-THE NI AIRLINES', 'YOUR COMFORT IS OUR PRIORITY!'
Yeah? Okay with the best flight and all but what about comfort?
It would have been more comfortable to travel in economy but again the soothing voice of her brother's manager rang in my head for the 79th time.
'Your grandfather would not like his granddaughter traveling in economy and moreover I'm sorry, the other airlines are full'.
She wasn't even interested to come in the first place. Duh!
She can't forget how the girl and the boy sitting beside her did not leave a single reason to hate them.
Too many young girl's don't know how to act when someone's being inappropriate with them. They giggle or they try to brush it off.
Don't do that. Tell them to go fuck themselves and be a bitch. If someone's being disrespectful to you, be a disrespectful right back.
Show them the same amount of respect that they show you. Or even worse. This mere thought brought a smirk to her face.
'Play, play, play.....'
The smirk did not last until the thought of the kids sitting on the other side. The great Indian BIG family had to be present there when she was there?
Those evil kids of satan, lucifer, devil himself who took turns annoying me successfully. She felt like choking them with my bare hands. Not fragile anymore.
Remember?
The nightmare.
She was gritting her teeth with force which is creating a rustling sound while glaring at the cab driver from the mirror above the dashboard.
She could see him sweating and avoiding eye contact.
"Bhanuprasad? How much more time will it take?"gritting her teeth and with the most deadly glare she could give.
"We are a..lmost h.h.here..", The speed of the car slowed down. She sighed and looked out of the window.
The huge iron gates of the mansion with 'RAJPUTS' embedded on the top.
'Home sweet home' or she would like to say 'Hell savory hell'. She let out a huge sigh and folded her arms and legs just to dig herself more inside the car seat.
They stopped at the gate. Security purposes? Well she was sure if it would have been one of her brothers, the gates would have swung open without even a second thought.
She was already making plans to get out of this place when she saw the security guy frowning at me suspiciously.
Meera gave a 'umm what?' look and he ordered the other guy something.
The metal gates swung open with a squeak sound and there the driver started the engine.
She smirked internally because she was finally home. It's time for some fun.
The huge haveli of Rajputs with two courtyards on either side of the driveway.
It was built in 1889 by her great great grandfather and his brother.
The opulent outer courtyard is strictly reserved for meetings and trade while the inner courtyard is home to the Rajput Mansion.
The haveli is a multistoried building beautifully organized around a large extended family. Yeah large. Some part of the havelis has been converted into a hotel.
It was standing with pride and was screaming power, the vigor of our ancestors. Their ancestors.
Closing the door by her leg with a thud, she stepped out of the stupid car. Her legs and arms demand a rest.
Her head.is pounding like as if she is having a hangover.
She wants to sleep before she falls sick.
"Someone looks tired"
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For now, I'd just say hii xD. There isn't much to say but I think this is gonna be a hell of a ride.