Vallabhgarh Samrajya Shashi×Shivgraj 18×29 ​An 18-kilometer escape through a ruthless jungle of Ujjain brought her right to the hooves of his horse. She was barely eight; he was a youth of seveteen with eyes as black as a dark galaxy. Mud-stained, drenched in sweat, and wearing an adult's loose blouse that bared her waist, she looked helpless-except for the ancient, priceless royal bangles on her wrists. Before he could speak, she forced an old locket into his palm, gripping his fist tight. Voices echoed in the shadows behind them. They were coming for her. Her time was up. ("Aapko hamari saugand, ham chheh (six) tak ginenge aur aap yaha se chale jaayenge. Par aakhiri baar ye sun lijiye-abb ham aapki ardhangini hain. Jab tak ham atharah saal ke ho jaate hain, usse pehle aapko hame dhoond lena hoga.") "I swear you by my life, I will count to six and you must leave. But listen-I am your wife now. Before I turn eighteen, you must find me." She closed her eyes. By the count of six, the boy and his horse vanished into the thicket. But before glancing at her once again for last time . Opening her eyes to the empty, silent jungle, a sudden, terrifying realization hit her. She froze in sheer panic. ("Arey Shashi! Aap paglu hain! Usko apne baarey mai toh bataya hi nahi ki aap Rajkumari hain Takshila Samrajya ki... Maharaja Samrat Bindusara ki putri hain! Abb mere swami hame kaise dhoondenge?!") "Oh, Shashi! You fool! You didn't even tell him that you are the Princess of the Takshila Empire... the daughter of Emperor Bindusara! How will my husband ever find me now?!" A forced vow. A missing identity. An empire's deepest secret. Can a nameless rider find a princess who forgot to tell him her name? Find out inside the pages...