* this is a historical story a IMAGINATION" "Radhanaya Agnivanshi" She softly said applying the turmeric paste on the man's wound but he wasn't just a injured man who she was helping, he was the son of their enemy , held imprisonment "You are commeting a sin " came his deep voice filled with sarcasm "Now your wounds will heal before tomorrow morning" She said and turned around to exit the small jail "Tomorrow I'll be out of this jail and will be crowned as the king of jodhpur and the first thing I'll do is tell your father who healed me " She clenched her fists "I never knew Rathore's are such ungrateful people "