Queen of my heart (continued)

The Relations

"Maharaja Ashwini, Being the eldest son of the eldest Queen of Northern Seas, I would like to pay my respects to you and your newly wedded wife and give you my blessings for your future ahead. The circumstances tore us apart, but I believe we can become allies in the coming future. I heartfelt gratitude to you all "

Ashwini's counsellor scrolled the letter.

" Does he want to come back? " Ashwini asked his advisor.

"We can't tell, Maharaja, our spy could only gain enough information that he is in contact with Mother Queen Ambika Devi." Advisor replied.

"Maharaja, he is due, to pay a visit on the ninth day of Magha." Counsellor informed.

Ashwini nodded." Till then we couldn't do much, can we? " He muttered to himself.

Ashwini ignored the sudden urge of tension and managed his court for the day.

 In the evening he walked to the garden adorned with different flowers both indigenous and exotic. He found his queen skilling her hands with the sword. Her attire was similar to the one on the day of Swayamvar test. Her back faced him and taking it as an opportunity, he ambled to her steadily and covered her eyes with his shoulder cloth.

She smiled but she didn't let him know that. She swirled around and swung her sword. Ashwini captured the blade of the sword. The sharpness dug into his skin and blood poured out. The shining silver blade got colored with a tinge of red. In quick and graceful motion, he snaked his other arm around Devika and brought his blood-stricken palm to her forehead. Her partition got filled with his blood. Devika couldn't ponder what he was doing until the cloth was taken off and she looked at her dashing husband. Her hand unwittingly went to her forehead. The skin of her finger felt a warm liquid and she soon found out it was blood. She gazed on her husbands bloodied hand and she gasped while a sheepish smile appeared on Ashwini's face.

She tore the corner of her saree and wrapped it around the wound. Her lips parted while she worked around the palm. And Ashwini deliberately brought his finger to trace her rosy lips. It was like the world didn't exist from them when they were in each other's embrace.

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"Ah, my counsellor, will you do me a favor of writing this letter to the King of Pukseya"

"Sure Sir "

"Let's start then.

Raja Pukseyarajan ,

The ruler of Pukseya , my heartfelt greetings to you. The purpose of my writing to you is to invite you for a hunt and discuss our political affairs as well. It might help us to become closest allies during the coming confederacies which I believe are inevitable as Maharaja Ashwini continues to gain more fame, power and glory. My messengers have informed me about the Rajasuya ceremony in which he would be declaring himself as the ultimate, superior King of Bharatvarsha. Again, in the end I would like to thank you and pray to God for your wellbeing "

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" Durgeshwari, I am telling you; this cursed girl that your son has brought to our holy land will bring us to an end. You better understand this before it's too late or everyone will suffer. " Ambika, the superior queen taunted the co wife of her late husband.

"Ambika Devi, Ashwini assured me that he will look to it." Durgeshwari spoke in a submissive tone. What can she do? Ambika was the first wife of King Vaishnav, and she was the second wife. So, Ambika enjoyed more rights as the first wife and first Queen.

"Just looking to it won't help. " Ambika yelled and shut the lit of her silver Paan box. "My son wasn't going to bring destruction like this girl would but still he was banished. The son of supreme Queen banished. Huh! that too because of your son, Durgeshwari. If you haven't been my husband's second wife. I would have ordered to get you rotten in prison!" With such harsh words Ambika strode out of the room.

A tear slipped from the face of Durgeshwari. She sobbed in silence.