Fiction I am Rani Padmavati, the Queen of Chittor. People call me the Queen of Beauty. I have never understood why our men bother about beauty at all. They are warriors and love fighting. Bravery, physical strength and honour are the values they really cherish and want all of us to possess. We cherish beauty too. But we’d prefer to keep beauty veiled behind the purdah. If anyone other than the husband dares to raise the purdah, he will be killed. Beauty is a private property among us. We, the women, are our men’s private properties. Private. So private that we, the women, can’t even go to the temple to worship our gods, let alone enjoy the public festivals. We are like the precious stones and gold ornaments to be stored away in the darkness of secret chambers. The King, my husband, Rawal Ratan Sing, braver and nobler than any Rajput, is also an admirer of beauty. He loves me just as he loves music and the arts. Music was the reason why this man Raghav Cheta
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