In the majestic kingdom of Mewar, within the towering walls of Chittorgarh Fort, Maharaj Rana Pratap ruled with an iron fist. The palace, known as the Mahāl, was a labyrinth of marble halls, silk drapes, and hidden chambers where his cruelty knew no bounds. The king was a formidable man—tall, muscular, battle-scarred, with a thick beard and eyes that burned with dark hunger. He had claimed countless women, but none ignited his twisted desire like the new dasi.