Part 3 in Devansh Series
Standing before each other are Sonakshi and Alaknanda. Torn between duty and emotion, will Alaknanda overturn the series of events before them? Or would Alaknanda and Sonakshi have to fight each other?
The Final Installment...
Music for the Chapter: Oh My Aadhya from Aadaavallu meeku joharlu
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Dressed in black as a yamaduta, I reached Amaravati. The angavastra draped around me like a shawl.
Amaravati was surely a little hostile with my visit but they didn't make it too much considering I was Sri Hari's daughter. Yet, I could tell that I hadn't eased into Amaravati. I didn't really expect them to happily accept me back. The only ones who even greeted me were Devansha. On a contrast, the Devansha all gave me smiles as I passed them. It was warming that my own people still thought of me as their friend. I was really thankful for that.
"Pranaam." I greeted them on the way.
Everyone started to side away to make way for someone. I followed the suit and found that it was for the Prince of Swarga. Akshay. Sacheya Akshay.
Some soldiers and devasha were with him. He kept walking ahead. Electric blue outfit with some pink. Diamond jewellery. Every image of a prince.
As he passed me, he gave me a look. An odd mix of hostility and acknowledgement. Perhaps from being the one who took away his father yet saving several Devansha from bloodbath at the same time.
He walked away. I could feel the hostility in the air when he looked at me.
I sighed.
Yama Deva has sent me to report my mission to the Department of Devansha.
I proceeded further to the department building and registered the mission. It reached Devraj quickly. I was summoned by him.
"Pranaam, Devraj." I bowed down to him. He smiled at me.
"I hope that you do know that I do not hold grudges against you." He said first. I chuckled.
"I am grateful, Devraj, for that. I probably would have deserved it if you held a grudge against me." I said, humbly.
"I hadn't seen Jayanti in a long time. She never spoke to me since the day she had walked out of here. The day she came here as a married woman, she had been offended by me. I was angry. I told her that from that day forth she would never be my daughter." He expressed and then looked down at his hands, "It is a faint memory now. Of her. The day she held my hands and sat on my lap as a little girl. Someone who happily played with my angavastra. Something changed and I made myself into a stone. Feared my own children, honestly. I feared Akshay too turning away from me and becoming one with the asuras and taking over my throne. After all, my own half-brother openly desires my throne. Fear had become a part of me. But for the first time, she spoke to me."
There was an odd sadness in his eyes. "I never thought how much my bitterness had ruined the bond. She almost believed that I had cursed her." A few tears lined his eyes.
"I'm sure Mami does love you a lot, Devraj. Because even now she feels very emotional when Mama speaks of you." I assured him.
"Sit." He offered me a seat. Then waited for a moment and asked, "Is she happy? Does she ever feel alone? Do they treat her well? Does Shukracharya ever be unkind to her on my account?"
