Under the King's GAZE || MaNan

2

"Dhanush, aaj mann thoda bechain hai."

This was the only time where he mentioned his heart in words. It was the once in the entire month that he spoke as a person. This was the first time when he talked about his inner storm.

"Bhagwaan! You can never imagine how grateful I am to hear something from you. You can never imagine how disturbed and sick I was, watching you in that deafening silence and gloomy dark. Do you find any reason why all this is happening my god? Has something stuck your mind that hard?"

And again yet silence. Again dhanush wished to hear something from him but he was unsure if the god would grace him again or not. There can be nothing said or done because no one can read him. No one.

Both stood there in silence. Just the wind spoke a threatening noise due to a high altitude. Mrityunjay walked to and fro gulping his bhaang, when suddenly he happened to slip off that jaam-bartan (utensil) and stook fixed at a point that made no sense to dhanush. 

His eyes dialect and mouth opened in an awestruck and utterly shocked expression. His hand that held the bartan, didn't move but was exact as if he still held the glass. It happened as if he froze to never return from that massive life shaking spell. He lost his consciousness, he lost himself, he lost his existence at that very moment when his gaze wandered on to something wickedly forbidden yet eternally raw. When his gaze lingered on to something that he wasn't ever supposed to see.

The winds accelerated furiously around him and thunder stroked massive lightning as if tandav happened to be happening on the globe as he forgot to blink. .... a-and trust me I don't know which contagious spheres and black powers of our astrological signs ignited the barbaric thunder in his chest as soon as his brown orbs were covered by her SLIGHTEST fading reflection that soon disappeared in the hues giving him a tight gut breaking push that he questioned his worth. His mind got trapped, his tongue got stitched, his throat got parched, his heavy rigid body left its balance and all he could take was her.

"H-h-hukkum?"

"Bhagwaan!!"

"Aap theek hain prabhu?"

"Aap baithiye, humne bhaang mangwai hai. Dasi saaf kar dengi farsh (floor). Aaiye."

Dhanush with innumerous efforts succeeded in making him move from that static and fixed posture, and sit on the nearby bed but still he didn't blink, his mouth didn't close and his curved eyebrows were the proof that his consciousness is still in a bluff.

"Yeh lijiye" and he passed a glass of chilled water to his master in order to wipe out that spell he was into but little did he know that now nothing is left in the hands of the one who calls himself untamable, immortal and undefeatable. Little did he know that the one with kaala kaajal has already brought the god in her little feet. And this kaala jaadu can never be broken, the more mrityunjay himself tries, the more harsh he would fall again and again in the layers of her contagious hair.