Born in 1848 to Vasudeo Rao and his wife, the adoption rights of Ananda Rao were given up to the king of Jhansi, Gangadhar Rao, and his eighteen-year-old wife, Queen Manikarnika, better known as Rani Laxmi Bai, on 19th November 1853 at Gangadhar's deathbed. Laxmi Bai had given birth to her biological son, Damodar Rao, in 1851, but he survived only for three months. The nine-year-old Manu married the twenty-nine-year-old Gangadhar after the death of his first wife. He died in 1853. Vasudeo was a distant relative of the royals, also of the same lineage. Upon the coming of the doctrine of Lapse, all rights of Jhansi were transferred to the British Raj, with whom the Queen fought some patient court cases till 1857, asking them to give back what was rightfully hers. The British neither allowed her to go to Varanasi to complete her rights as a widow, nor let her do Damodar's threading ceremony. After the famous battle of Kalpi, which was after the wrath of the Jhansi massacre, the Rani died in battle in 1858. The guardianship of her son shifted to her trusted confidants, Raghunath Rao and Kashi Bai. After living like nomads off the little resources they had left, with ten people, Damodar was forced to surrender to Colonel Shakespeare on 5th May 1860, when he was barely 12. His guardianship was transferred to the wife of Lal Bhau. He was then married to the daughter of Vasudeorao of Indore, who died in 1872. His second wife was a daughter of Balwant Rao Moreshwar, whose son was Lakshman Rao. Damodar died on 28th May 1906, fighting for his rights to his property in vain at Indore. Although his biological parents offered help, he refused them outright and chose to be a proud orphan to India's strongest Rebel Queen.
Roopmati had watched the troops leave. She had stood behind the chief queen as she traditionally bid goodbye to her sons. She had waited for the Sultan to come to her. He did. He was confident that the sudden advancement of Akbar’s foster brother Adham Khan could be curbed. It was not war, just precaution. He reassured her. Malwa would never bow to the Timurids. And he would not let anything happen to her. To Her. Roopmati felt suffocated by her husband’s affectionate hug. She felt trapped in the scrutinising eyes of all the people in the palace. Angry, blaming eyes. She tried to pace herself and sing, but her voice cracked in fear. Her melody was drowned in tears. Every evening, a messenger would come to the chief queen with the news of war. Roopmati was kept in the darkness. She was not told about anything. She knew the rumours. She was a witch. A temptress who caused doom to the Sultan of Malwa. She was a spy of the enemy planted in his life to destroy him. She wondered if he came b...
