The soft golden flicker of the few remaining oil lamps cast long intimate shadows across the grand master bedroom of the haveli. The heavy silk drapes swayed gently in the cool night breeze slipping through the partially open window carrying the faint distant sounds of the sleeping village under JaiRaj’s unchallenged rule.

The massive teak bed with its ornately carved pillars depicting ancient tales of dominance and loyalty now held the small exhausted form of Bindu nestled against her husband’s powerful chest. At barely five feet one inch her petite frame looked almost doll like against his six foot three muscular build.