CHAPTER 38

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Manvendra was standing on the balcony of his room, observing the pitter-patter of raindrops which created a soothing rhythm as the trees danced under the shower, and the leaves rustled like a symphony in the breeze.

Monsoons were never a source of interest for Manvendra, especially not after that damned day in Varanasahrya. But now the dull grey sky seemed to have been transformed into a sparkling canvas, as the gentle rain fell from the heavens, giving a sense of calmness.

Perhaps it was the way the raindrops danced on the leaves, or the way the crisp smell of the earth filled his nostrils, but something about the rain today made him feel alive.

Or maybe it was because the only thing or more like the only one in Manvendra's mind was Dhisana. She was all he was able to remember amidst these rains. It reminded him of her.

He remembered the days they spent together, how she smiled and giggled, how she held his hands, how she embraced him from behind, how the warmth of that touch was melting his ice wall.

Her touch. He wished to feel the warmth of her embrace again, he wished to hold her hand again, he yearned for his wife's touch and longed to feel her soft skin against his. The rain definitely was having a wierd effect on him.

The way this season rejuvenated the earth, she rejuvenated him in the same way. The way the rain creates a peaceful environment, she too gave him a sense of tranquility when he was in her presence. How can he not feel the pleasure of the rain now, as it had all qualities of his wife ?

'So this is what Mata was talking about.' Manvendra thought getting the amorous feelings in his heart that Sulabha was talking about.

He came inside and went up to the bed. Lying down he looked to the other side, although he was accustomed to sleeping alone for many years, the absence of Dhisana beside him now bewildered him a little. He found it weird as it had only been a week since they got married.

'If the condition of a cursed man like me is such, how would she, who is so full of life, be keeping up ?' Manvendra wondered.

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"Aryaa, have some food." Bela said offering the plate to the princess.

"I'm not hungry." Dhisana said as kept staring outside the window, watching the rain.

"But you have eaten nothing since the morning. Please have some." Bela urged.

"I said no." Dhisana denied. Bela sighed and took the plate away, leaving the princess alone in the room.

A sigh escaped the lips of Dhisana. Since hours she had been sitting on the edge of window, dressed in a simple garment, wearing just her auspicious ornaments and her hair tied in a loose braid.

As the raindrops fell heavily against the walls of Pramankoti, she couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy wash over her. Her mind couldn't help but wander to thoughts of her beloved husband. As the wind howled outside, Dhisana felt her heart ache with longing for Manvendra.

As the rain intensified, the emotions that she was holding back began to spill over. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. Burying her head in her knees, few sobs escaped the lips of Dhisana as she missed her husband terribly and longed for his return.

They had only been married for a week, she had gotten no chance to even speak with him properly and now he left her for some important matters.

Oh what she had thought for her marriage to be like and what it was becoming ! Life is not a fairytale, neither can it become one, a fact she now became aware of and every drop of rain was the reminding her that.

In that moment, Dhisana terribly wished with all of her heart that Manvendra was there to hold her, to comfort her, to share her sorrow. She longed for his touch, his voice and his presence.

For a while, the only sound in the room was the sound of her tears mingling with the sound of the rain outside, a symphony of sadness that echoed in the empty space around her.

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A/N

Monsoon stirring the same emotions but different reactions for Manvendra and Dhisana 🌝🌝🌝

And NGL, Baarish ke Mausam mei yeh likhne ka alag hi maza hai 😂😂

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