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Ripudaman Singh married three times, twice to ladies of royal blood and once morganatically:

  • 1. Her Highness Maharani Bibi Jagdish Kaur Sahiba (1884-20 February 1925). Married at Nabha in 1901. She had a daughter:
    • Maharajkumari Bibiji Amar Kaur Sahiba (8 October 1907-)
  • 2. Her Highness Maharani Sarojni Devi Sahiba (1898-19?). Married at Nabha 10 October 1918 and had issue:
    • 1. Sri Tikka Sahib Pratap Singh, who succeeded as Maharaja of Nabha
    • 2. Maharajkumar Shri Kharak Singh (d. 1970 in Canada)
    • 3. Maharajkumar Shri Gurbaksh Singh (d November 1963). Married in 1950 Maharajkumarani Bapu Maharajkumarani Chandra Prabha Kumari Sahiba (1932-). He had one son and two daughters:
      • Rajkumar Vivek Singh
      • Krishna Kumari (1962–1994)
      • Tuhina Kumari
    • 4. Maharajkumari Bibiji Kamla Devi Sahiba
    • 5. Maharajkumari Bibiji Vimla Devi Sahiba
  • a. Sardarni Gurcharan Kaur (1904–1983). Married Gurcharan Kaur in 1923 and had issue:
    • 1. Raja Shri Narinder Singh (1924-). A son and a daughter.
    • 2. Raja Shri Fateh Singh (1935-). Two sons.
    • 3. Rajkumar Shri Jasmer Singh
    • 4. Rajkumar Shri Shamsher Singh
    • 5. Rajkumari Shri Vijay Kaur
    • 6. Rajkumari Shri Charanjeet Kaur. Two sons.
    • 7. Rajkumari Shri Nandhem Kaur

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