Devika was in her room now.
Her maid Surohi was applying a paste of Sandalwood and neem on her body.Devika always thought why wouldn't Surohi go away .She was cursed after all .But Surohi always took a stand beside her .
"Princess , you mean he loves you and you are tensed ? " Surohi enquired.
"Surohi , why would he do that ? " Devika questioned to her like she was a love expert.
"Because you have nothing in you that people would hate, you are a bautiful , kind and talented lady. Look even Maharaja lost to you in sword fight . Except the fact that some people are pretty fools to be scared of the curse. " Surohi answered like an actual love expert.
"Why did that hermit had to curse me ? " Devika was in tears now.
"Because that is destiny , princess ." The same answer a millionth time.
Surohi wiped Devika's tears as she had to put the face pack.
"What will happen to Maharaja when I marry him ? " Devika was in utter confusion.
"He will become the happiest person in this world , princess ." Surohi assured her.
Devika smiled weakly .
Surohi was not her maid , she never considered her a maid .She was always her friend . It was true that Surohi knew more about the world.She was a common girl . How wouldn't she know? Being a princess Devika was never allowed to walked out of the palace walls let alone roam freely . And the curse added more to it . Surohi was her eye towards the world. All she knew was Surohi's perspective. The only thing , actually , the only two things Devika had known herself were swordship and mesmerizing people with her beauty .
Surohi finished applying the pack on her face .
Meanwhile Ashwini , in his room, smiled at their last encounter lying in his bed.
"Isn't she a goddess ? " He muttered looking at the roof.
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"Rajaji , will you enlightened me as to, on what terms did you chose Maharaja Ashwini as the potential groom , although , he lost the sword fight like us all." A bandaged prince of Ahlawa asked Devika's father.
Raja Vishalam had taken a walk to the guest chamber to soothe the pain of the young princes who had suffered the sword of Devika . And here in the chamber of Ahlawa's Prince he found the young man lying in his bed like a corpse , motionless.
"My son , I accept that Ashwini lost but he defended himself the best. He only got a cut unlike all others who got many. This showed that he will protect my daughter just like he protected himself. I must tell you he was so sensitive as to not harm my princess which wasn't the case of many other prince. Now I must take my leave. Hope you recover fast." And with that Rajaji went to another chamber of 'Martyr princes of the swayamvar ' !
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My head hung low. I was defeated. You came and sat beside me . You said nothing . Only silence lingered around. But your eyes seemed to make conversation with mine. And somehow you consoled me for my past and cheered me for my future. In return I hugged you and vowed never to leave you .Never.
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Historical FictionGuys , I previously wrote from the account Viya_always back in 2018. And then stopped. And now since I found that this story did great and people wanted updates to it. I made a new account because I couldn't recover Viya_always. I am writing it aga...
