The Unventured Passions

The Royal Wedding ❤️

"Dear Diary,

Tonight my Princess is to be married, to someone else.
I can now, without any inhibitions, call her 'Mine', for, I have given myself completely to her. It's not just love that's guiding me, it's more than that... The respect, the admiration, the awe that I share for her, has been all encompassing for me.
Love is not about achievements, it's not about gaining the person, but about sacrificing oneself for the beloved, and tonight, I'm ready for the sacrifice!
I love her, and this truth is the only verity of my existence, even if she can never be mine in the eye of the world... But, I'll always be hers, and she'd be My Princess.

The past two weeks had been a dream, and, dear diary, although my engagements with her on various pursuits have compelled me to make an exception of not writing regularly, tonight I intend to write my heart out.

The memories of riding horses together, seeing her releasing those long menacing arrows from that curved bow, so effortlessly, and reading to her the stories of the world, are still fresh. This has been my life these two weeks.
We have laughed at jokes together, we have sighed at our misfortunes, and everytime, I have felt my heart beating a little more for her, a little too intensely.

Last evening, probably our last together, I had read excerpts from Macbeth to her, and she cried.

...all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player...

Dairy, I can't explain how I felt when I saw her this morning, her golden skin clad in the holy turmeric paste, her eyes had tears. I couldn't do anything... Nothing... for this is her decision, the ultimate decision to sacrifice her own self, killing all her desires, to save her motherland.
I saw an earnest urge in those large green eyes, an urge to never express my love to her, ever again, for it might make her weak, and with that urge, I saw the pain.

I met him too, the priest, Apurbo Sen, his deep set eyes were laced with pain too, the pain of disobeying his forefathers, the pain of deviating from his path of serving the gods. He called me 'brother' today, and I promised him my allegiance.
He was scared, and I could make it out from his face, and when I held his hand...."

Trilochan was interrupted by a sound downstairs, and he closed his diary immediately and shoved it inside the small drawer of his modest study table.

"Who?" He raised his voice. "Who is down there?"
His long hunting gun was hanging on the wall, and he picked it up at once.
"I said who is downstairs?"

No one replied, but then he saw a shadow of a large silhouette infront of his door, standing quietly. Trilochan narrowed his eyes and raised the gun at the shadow, and slowly the man came out of his dark hiding.

"Barrister babu..." He man muttered slowly.

"Naga??"

Trilochan had lowered his gun.

"Come with me, Barrister Babu, downstairs." His voice was gruff, and Trilochan could sense the mixture of fear and sorrow in it.
Trilochan followed him down the narrow staircase.

"What happened, Naga... Why aren't you at the wedding? Why..."

His words remained half finished, and his eyes widened in terror, and then he felt it, the sudden blow, the pain, the fear, all at once.

"Barrister Babu, now?"
Rajan was standing down too, tears were streaming down his eyes.
The huge, gigantic Mahishasur was crying like a baby!