Maharana Pratap used to take his family with him in any event, when meandering in the wildernesses and valleys of the mountains. There consistently used to be the risk of the foe assaulting whenever from anyplace. Getting legitimate food to eat was an experience in the woods.

 Commonly, they needed to abandon food; they needed to meander starting with one spot then onto the next without food and rest in the mountains and woods. They needed to leave the food and quickly continue to somewhere else on accepting data about the foe's appearance. They were continually caught in some calamity or the other. 

When the Maharani was broiling 'bhakris (Indian bread)' in the timberland; in the wake of eating their offer, she requested that her girl keep the leftover 'bhakri' for supper yet around then, a wild cat assaulted and removed the bit of 'bhakri' from her hand leaving the princess crying vulnerable.

 That bit of 'bhakri' was additionally not in her predetermination. Rana Pratap felt sorry to see the girl in such a state; he blew up with his fearlessness, grit, and dignity and began thinking whether all his battling and courage was justified, despite all the trouble. In such a faltering perspective, he consented to settle on some kind of peace agreement with Akbar.

 A writer named Pruthviraj from Akbar's court, who was an admirer of Maharana Pratap, composed a long letter as a sonnet to him in Rajasthani language boosting his resolve and discouraging him from settling on some kind of peace agreement with Akbar. With that letter, Rana Pratap felt as though he had obtained the quality of 10,000 troopers. 

His psyche got quiet and stable. He surrendered the idea of giving up to Akbar, unexpectedly, he began fortifying his military with greater power and by and by inundated himself in achieving his objective.