Mrs RKB(slow update)

Fire

Vikram softly pecked his sleeping daughter's forehead. Nodding softly to Roy.

"Ye, apka phone." Neelam gave Raman his phone back. "Apna aur Ishita ka khyal rakhiega."
(Your phone. Please take care of yourself and Ishita.)

"Aap bhi chaliyena, Maasa harame saath." He wrapped his arms around her waist, leatting her cotton saree soak his tears.
(You also come along with us.)

Parting his from herself, she caressed his cheeks softly before kissing her own finger softly. She bite her lower lips controlling from brusting in feats of cry at his innocent request.

With teary eyes she watched as Roy placed her daughter in a beautifully decorated palki.

She let those tears flow, smiling softly toward Raman and Roy she turned placing her head on Vikram's shoulder.

Raman hurriedly wiped his tears as the couple moved inside their house.

"Chale?" He nodded hearing Roy's voice.
(Shall we?)

As two shoiders carried Ishita's palki, Roy and Raman followed behind them.

The clapping of children echoed around as they waited for their weekly stories. The gents were talking about irrigation while the ladies were complaining now as the paddy farming season started their work will be doubled.

Roy pressed Raman's shoulder softly as his eyes lingered on the villagers. Raman kept his eyes ahead trying to stay strong if not that then to pretend he is strong.

"Kuwarsa, humse pure gau ko mitti ke tel se gher diya." One of their soldiers informed as they left the premises of the village.
(Your highness, we have drowned whole village in kerosene.)

Raman mindlessly nodded signalling to take Ishita's palki ahead.

"Kuwarsa." Roy passed the flaming wood toward him.

He gulped taking the wood in his hand. A single tear drop fell on the kerosene line they just crossed.

"Humhe maaf kardijiye." He whispered tossing the flame inside the circle.
(Please forgive me.)

As the fire grew bigger, the choas started.

The loud shouts of people to reach their loved ones, the cries from animals, the roar of blazing fire, Raman tried to shut everything out. Tried to pretend nothing is happening.

But he cried for the mother who showered her unconditional love to him, for those friends who included him every event, for those innocent animals who cried in pain, for every single life he just destroyed and for his tained soul.

Roy pressed his shoulder softly, not wiping his own tears.

He wanted to console the prince, it had to happen. Nothing they could change but his heart longed for his friend, his sister and their demised soul.

"Hume . . . Hume raj mahal ke kiye nikalna chahiye." Raman said. His boice loud and clear even between the sheer cry.
(We should leave for the palace.)