The Ballad Of Nirvana

Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

Indriya ran into the hallway and up the stairs toward her room. She could hardly see anything due to her tears. She was running, running and then she felt two hands curb her. Then he heard the voice.

"Princess, what happened? Why are you crying?! Did Mekhala say something?" He almost fell backwards trying to stop her. He pulled her closer and wrapped her hands around her and looked at her. Through her tears Indriya saw his eyes that looked so full of worry and she sobbed as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Agni...Agni, I didn't do anything, I swear! I didn't do anything to anyone..." She sobbed, completely breaking down, her heart raced like the wind and her mind was going numb. Agni wrapped his arms around her and whispered, "I know, I know you didn't do anything. It's alright. Shh."

She buried her face into his chest and sobbed as her hands and feet shivered. Her calves still burned and something warm leaked onto Indriya's lip. A minute later she tasted that metallic, salty taste. But the scent of Night jasmines overpowered the frightening smell of blood and that was all that mattered.

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Indriya was standing outside looking at the now crowded hallways that were being decorated with beautiful flowers and clothes. There were garlands of golden marigolds hanging from walls, swirling around the pillars and the pathways had coloured lamps, most of all the place looked more lively with people. Light blue and green coloured thin georgette clothes swayed to the lively breeze. Her legs felt weak and she was tired but she couldn't sleep. The episode at the bar had taken over her completely, she didn't want to burden Agni with her baggage.

The milk white statue of the lady reflected different colours on different sides, which made the statue look alive, vivacious actually. So she strutted down the staircase and toward the fountain to get a closer look of the beautiful lady.

Indriya stood in front of the lady in awe at the way she was sculpted, the way her saree sculpted around her milk white skin. Everything about her was so beautiful.

"She is so magnificent, isn't she?" A deep, male voice asked from behind. Indriya turned around to look at Kishta, tha Gandharva. Indriya only blinked at him, she noticed the way his eyes shone, multicoloured and vibrant.

He looked down at her now and Indriya stiffened when he smiled at her.

"Princess Vatsalya." He bowed to her low enough that if he was human then his head would have touched the ground. "It is an honour to be in your presence." His voice was quiet, calm and melodious. Just then a wind blew from his direction to hers and Indriya got a whiff of his smell, fresh hay and wet mud. He came a little closer and then looked back at the statue, "she was one of the most beautiful ladies I had ever seen." He continued.

"Was one of the most beautiful ladies? What do you mean?"

"Yes, this statue is the statue of Prince Agni's mother, Samanvita Tamas. Did you not know that?" Gandharva asked, his voice was musical but pragmatic as he dipped his eyebrow low.

"No, no one told me. Do you know the story about this statue?" She asked as she shook her head.

"Yes, Princess, this statue was sculpted after the Queen died. She was a noble woman, a woman who could not be easily defeated by any means possible. She was an able leader for the throne of Nirvana, after your mother of course. But her father who was on the deathbed asked her to get married to the King of Bhadra and so she did not complain. She was a genius, the smartest woman I have seen in centuries, that was why the King loved her more and that was why she fought battles alongside him. They never lost a battle when she would build a strategy. When she died the King asked the royal sculptures to sculpt the most beautiful statue of her by looking at her dead body. For eleven days the sculptures did their work..." His expression changed as he broke off in mid sentence, something grave, like he sensed something vile, like he had tasted something bitter.