One chapter because everyone wanted Aahana Yudi moments.
(This scene is set in a random day after Anant's birth and before twins' birth)
The chilly winds of the foothills of himalayas touched the winter flowers on the branches of trees gently as they swayed along with the song that the mountains produced with the wind. The entire landscape looked bright as if it has been freshly painted by some renowned artist. The colors of nature, the greens, the blues, the pinks cumulatively made the entire region looked like an art that would take years to complete even by the greatest of artist.
The fresh smell of the mist and sweet smell of winter flowers created a mystic smell that could enchant any traveler walking by.
The caravan of the Samrat rested near one such foothill. The snow dusted over the entire area as if little fluffy cotton balls over the place randomly. In one corner, shadowed by tents, the workers tried hard to light the firewood to prepare at least something for dinner, be it as simple as some lentils or just khichdi.
The queen stretched the sour muscles of her legs as she sat in far but secure corner tightening the shawl properly around her. She rubbed her chilled palms against each other and bent slightly towards the fire lit to keep the area warm. She smiled slightly at the beautiful place she had always dreamed to visit at least once in her lifetime. Mountains, waterfalls, rivers, the trees, snow everything fascinated her. The weather, although entirely different from what she was used to, brought her peace. It made her feel good.
"The weather is good right?" A familiar voice broke the chain of her thoughts as she hummed in response. He sat beside her and she immediately snuggled close to him, loving the warmth radiating from him.
"But it seems you are cold." He chuckled at the end, gently kissing her forehead.
"I know it is but it's not bothering me. I love it here. It's beautiful. Just perfect." She closed her eyes cherishing the rare moments of peace and bliss away from all the chaos.
"Just like how you wanted it to be?" Aahana had expressed her wish to see mountain valleys of Himalayas. She wanted to spend a few days close to the nature with her beloved, away from the mess of their lives.
"Uhm..no." She smirked mentally while he frowned.
"Why? What's wrong? I thought I arranged everything as the way you wanted it to be." He said trying to recall what he missed.
"No everything is perfect. Just one thing is not there."
"What?" He asked confused.
"Music"
"What?" He asked utterly confused at her demand.
"Ya. Music is missing. Imagine this perfect evening would be even more perfect if there was music." She sighed dreamily.
"Aahana you know right traveling at such places is very difficult. We couldn't have asked the artists and musicians to tag along." He answered reasonably.
"I know. That is why you sing for me." She jumped and stood facing him, grinning like a small child.
"What!? I? Aahana no. I can't sing." He laughed it off but she held his hand in hers.
"Please please please. Just one more request of your wife." she kissed the back of his hand and gave her best puppy eyed face. He sighed and agreed telling her that she shouldn't expect it to be a great performance.
She plopped on the rock and excitedly waited for her husband to sing a romantic song for her. He cleared his throat and began,
"Sare jahan se accha hindostan hamara
Hum bulbulain hai iss ki yeh gulsitan hamara
Sare jahan se accha
Ghurbat men hon agar ham rahta hai dil vatan men
Samjho vahin hamen bhi dil hain jahan hamara
Parbat voh sab se uncha hamsaya asman ka
Voh santari hamara voh pasban hamara
Godi men khelti hain is ki hazaron nadiya
Gulshan hai jin ke dam se rashk-e-janan hamara
Aye ab raud ganga voh din hen yad tujhko
Utara tere kinare jab karvan hamara
Mazhab nahin sikhata apas men bayr rakhna
Hindvi hai ham vatan hai hindostan hamara
Yunan o misr o roma sab mil gaye jahan se
Ab tak magar hai baqi nam o nishan hamara
Kuch bat hai keh hasti milati nahin hamari
Sadiyon raha hai dushman daur e zaman hamara
Iqbal koi meharam apna nahin jahan men
Malum kya kisi ko dard e nihan hamara
Sare jahan se accha hindostan hamara
Ham bulbulain hai is ki yeh gulsitan hamara"
Sorry sorry sorry. It was a dare.
Me runs.
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Historical FictionAahana A normal girl turned into a samragyi A daughter turned into a wife A wife turned into a mother From being brother less, she turned into a sister to four brothers. Unaware of her reality, she walked into an unfamiliar life only to emerge lik...
