Niyathi was seen running. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears. She didn't know where she was going, she wanted to far away from the Palace, her father. So she ran and ran till her legs gave out. She kneeled and panted heavily.
Niyathi let her eyes roam around her surrounding. She was near a pond. Words can't describe the scene in front of her. The crystal clear water, the lotuses blooming in the water, the buzzing of bees around it, fishes swimming in the water, the swans swimming in it, deers drinking water and many more..... It was a sight for her sore eyes.
Slowly the daughter of Agnidev staggered near the pond and dipped her legs into the cold water. The sun's rays were dancing on her moonlit face. She could feel the fishes sucking her toes, it was ticklish. She saw her reflection on the clear water, her reflection seemed to mock her too.'Burden. Burden. Burden.' her father's words seemed to be repeating in her mind. She kept her hands on ears, closed her eyes, trying to shut out the words. Slowly tears casacded down her cheeks. She cried slowly. Her honey brown eyes were filled with sadness.
Was it too much for her to ask for her father's love? Ain't she worthy enough for it? She too was a human being, she too needed love from her father, but instead she only received hatred from him. Whenever she overheard the maids talking about their father, how much they loved them, cherished them, Niyathi's heart pricked with longing.
She didn't know what made her father hate her so much. During first few days of her birth she did everything she could to get her father's attention but he didn't even glance her. So Niyathi quited trying to get her father's love.
But today her father's words hurted her so much, that's why she ran away from the Palace because she needed time to process all the things most importantly time heal from her father's words.
She knew soon brother Dhrishtadyumn and sister Shikandi will know about the news of her departure and they would come searching for her.
As her mind was roaming aimlessly, she didn't feel the presence of the man who was looking at her with longing, happiness, anguish and pain.
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Historical FictionJust before he went for the war, he pulled me by my waist and whispered in my ear, "Just because of this small separation, it does not mean you and I are not destined to be. There is no end to our story." Niyathi, the youngest Princess of Panchala...