The Lost Dynasty

Chapter 19

Kyda exhaustingly plopped herself next to the impostor on the lounge red velvet chair.

This was already too much for her. She wanted to drop everything that she had deployed and just hide under the covers and never come out. She wanted to ignore the mess till it disappeared. But she's already placed two people, who are by her side, lives in danger. She needs to finish what she started.

"Amita... are you ok?"

Amita pulled off the veil that was covering her identity, gasping for air from the lack of oxygen she was receiving. Her face was covered with moisture from the heat and anxiety she had contained under the veil. They both sat there in complete silence rethinking their choices.

"Kyda... I am terrified"

She faced her with agitation presence in her eyes.

Her lips were quivering.

And her hands were uncontrollably trembling.

Kyda stared into space with a flat expression.

Why was she doing this?

Why couldn't she leave everything alone?

She practically dug her own grave.

And not just hers but poor Amita and Dr Adil.

"Kyda?" Amita whimpered.

She needed Kyda more than ever.

She needed Kyda to be confident on her behalf and reassure her.

Because if she wasn't confident in her own choices then how could she be confident and sure that this will end well for her as well?

"Kyda, please say something" her voice begins to crack.

She didn't want to lose her life.

She believes she has so much more to achieve in her lifetime.

And she does.

"Why do I keep doing this?" Kyda asked herself, resulting Amita to fall silent. "You guys were doing fine before I came and messed everything up... I do it in my own timeline and now I'm doing it in yours. Ruining everyone's lives and possibly others in the future" Kyda was having a mental breakdown over the whole butterfly effect, she had caused.

How she altered not just their lives but the future.

All she viewed herself was a screw up.

"Kyda you're speaking nonsense" Amita cupped her hands. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be a soon to be Dr... a first female doctor ... is that incredible?". Kyda slowly faced her friend and began to reflect on the things that she has done since she has arrived.

Yes, she had made a lot of disturbance and conflict, still and all, she has done some good.

"I thought, I would never gain an opportunity to become a doctor like Dr Adil... maybe a wet nurse but never a doctor, Kyda" she squeezed her hands mildly "And that was because of you, for not taking no for an answer". Kyda stared into her glossy eyes "Amita..." she couldn't find the words on what to say to her. "And now you have given me a chance to be with someone who I'm truly fond of" and with that she pulled Kyda into a hug. Kyda couldn't hold back her emotions. Tears welled up in her eyes as she clenched onto Amita Bridalwear "I promise to make sure nothing happens to you... I will take the fall for you and the old man".

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Dr Adil was in the ceremonial hall, where the wedding ceremony will be conducted. He stood with the other Noblemans, attempting to blend in, despite his distraught state seems to be cracking through. Sweat was appearing from his forehead, his windpipe seems to be closing in due to dehydration, his palms were so moist, resulting his cane slip out of his grip and his pupils were dilated, like an animal either ready to be hunting or hunted.

His mind was like a battlefield with himself.

Whether he should run away now or later? Should he find the girls now and run away?

Prince Owais was adorned with luxury long threads of pearls and large gems ornaments around his neck. A gold silk turbaned with the royal family crest pinned to maintain that elegant structure.

And his shalwar was white and gold, with intricate detailing crafted by hand by the best tailors in the land. As the sun rays landed on the groom, he would literally shine into people's eyes.

He could be mistaken as a ball of light from the sky, a star that fell onto earth.

The Emperor was alongside his heir, but he was in a brittle state, the mysterious illness has taken a huge toll on him. He could barely stand and had two guards on each of his side, linking arms with him to hold him up. The Empress was also there, yet, she barely even acknowledges her husband's presence.

It was like as if he was already dead to her.

She too was wearing an extravagant dress, one-of-a-kind.

She resembles to a peacock with multiple colours of bold iridescent shade of blue and green. Accompanying, of course, with large multiple gold necklaces with a matching earrings and bangles, embellished with rubies and emeralds.

And finally, Saif...

Dressed in a black velvet sherwani with gold buttons of a carved Lion's head travelling up to a neat rectangle collar with gold flowers and vines threaded. With a simple white silk pants, also accompanying a gold turban with a Pearl pinned in to hold its structure.

Compared to his whole family, he was dressed simple but still displays his wealthiness and status.

The drums began to bang.

Cymbals smash each other.

While the bridesmaid began to sing traditional wedding songs as the bride begin to make her way towards her soon-to-be husband.

It was too late for the 3 to run away.

Kyda held onto the veiled Amita tightly by wrapping her arms around her while keeping her head down. The Empress raised an eyebrow to why she was so suddenly close with the "Princess" but obviously cannot gain an answer now. Kyda was also dressed up, not as luxuriously as the royal family but decent enough. It was a two-piece royal blue dress; the silk skirt that was simply but the sheer coat above it embellished with gold sequins creating flower patterns with gold trimmings and her top was also silk with 3/4 sleeves but was kept plain.

With her ensemble, she had a matching dupatta (scarf), embellished with pearls and gold sequins, she wore it around her arms.

All eyes were on them.

Their eyes felt like daggers, being stabbed through Kyda. Her legs began to go weak, and she could no longer feel her fingers.

She just about managed to look up to see where she was going and noticed, Saif was staring back at her.

With a smile.

His perfect delicate smiled.

His eyes were tender and was never leaving hers.

It was like his eyes transported her to utopia.

She felt safe under his gaze.