the cold king TAHIR, the kind princess YN. both are like opposite poles,
one loves sword while other loves books. one knows the language of force which other knows the language of love.
they are the missing of each other, making each other half. wha...
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a little vermillion fell on her nose bridge. she became his and he became hers. their story started from here, they promised not to leave each other's side in any circumstances. tahir stood up along with yn. she looked at her brothers who are looking at her with a smiley face, but their eyes are watery.
her eyes are teary too. she is going far away from them, to a complete strange place where she can feel free with her husband only. her brothers walked towards her, wiping their teary eyes. the memories of them, from childhood to the last rakhsha Bandhan where she was happy with a simple book.
the king of the magadha, remembered her small feet when she was born, her voice, her anklets, her everything is imprinted in his mind. he is like her mother, and father too. he never let her felt her the emptiness of father and mother in her heart.
she hugged him, crying on his chest. he patted her head, showing her that she is strong and can fight for her rights there. his tears are flowing but he is wiping her tears. she then looked at him,
"bhaiya, hum kya itne boore hai?"
(brother, am i that bad?)
the king denied with his head because if he opened his mouth, then it will cause him to break down and he will ended up crying there.
(please dont say like this, you are a piece of my heart)
saying this he hugged her. she then looked at her second oldest brother, who is trying his hard to stop the tears. she walked towards him, tahir is hold their ganth bandhan carefully.
"bhai, aaj se aapko mere nakhre nahi sehene padenge"
(brother, from now on you dont have to tolerate my stubbornness)
she said looking at her brother. finally, her brother's tears came out from his eyes. he hugged her tight. she cried while hugging him.
like this she met with everyone, and now its the turn of her last brother. she saw him, he was smiling.
she walked near him, and chuckled when she saw his fake smile.
"bhaiya, aab toh apni taqleef mat chhupaiye"
(brother, now please don't hide your pain)
thats it, his tears came out. his smiley face turned into a sorrowed one. he then patted her head, and said
"aapna khayal rakhna aur apne in bhaiyon ko kabhi mat bhulna"
(take care of yourself, and do remember your these brothers)
she nodded her head. he moved his steps along with yn. this farewell is hard, and endless. every brother and sister are bonded from their heart. they may fight in front of the whole world but they can die for each other when they are apart.
they mayn't share a sweet but when needed they can sacrifice their life for their sibling. they are the best thing which can happen in life. imagine a life without them, trash!!! we love them but we find happiness fighting with them, but someday you are going to experience the separation when the brother will refuse to come in front of u because of your vidaai because he couldn't be able to show his crying face.
the farewell with parents are difficult but the farewell with the brothers are the most painful one. they know each and every secrets of u and still they support u like they are the savior. they are half comedian, stress reliever, parent, best friend and much more.
I personally hate being away from my brother, its ok if I stay away from my parents but if he is not with me, then I hate that day in my life. I love him so much.....
yn got ready to enter inside the palki, but she turned around and looked at her brothers who are standing there crying. she couldn't control anymore.
she ran towards them, without caring about anything. tahir let his pink cloth which was hanging down from his shoulder, to go with her.
she hugged her five brothers at a time. the six are crying like something really important is being taken away from them. the sister in laws are crying too, looking at the sweet yet sour bond of the siblings.
soon, the king held her hands and guided her towards the palki, making her sit there. the whole atmosphere became numb looking at the beautiful bond.
to be continue........
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