It was nearly midnight, the moon lightening the whole palace with its brightness, but there he was sitting with so many burdens and thoughts, the peace sounds like a foreign and unachievable thing to him, he could hear her laugh, the sound of her bangles and pajeb in the back of his mind however he knows it's all illusion, his illusion.
He starts feeling tired all of a sudden, tired of being a king, tired of all the responsibilities, he just wanted to live like a common man, he never had a hunger for power in him, he saw his father sacrificing most of things just because of the responsibilities which came free with power, the responsibilities which never ends, the responsibilities which made you bleed to the core.
" tumhe toh uske saath jaana tha na, kitna pasand karti hai woh tumhe lekin lagta hai humari tarah tum bhi yahi reh gyi" he stated staring at the anklets (payal) he once gifted her.
" par chlo tumhare sahre ye samay bhi beet jayega.."
" aap yahan par itni raat gye, kisi ne dekh liya na Maharaj, toh" he sushed her keeping his one finger on her lips, she looked up into his intoxicating eyes.
" koi nh dekhega, sb deepawali ke tyohar ki tayariyon mein vyast hai, aap mere saath chlo"
" lekin kha??"
" aap bhut bolti hai shehnaaz, hum do dino mein daure ke liye nikal rhe hai, aur aap hai ki bs..."
" aap jaa rhe hai" she questioned in a low tonne, all her excitement flying away out of the window.
" jana toh padega na"
" kab aayenge??"
" pta nh shehnaaz, yeh chize kitna samay lele koi nh janta" he said taking her to a distant area of the village.
" mein apk bina kese rhungi" she asked, the tears welling up in her eyes, he pulled her into him, she rested her hand on his broad chest, his one hand wrapping around her waist securing her in place.
" aise krengi aap, shehnaaz hum ek raja hai, ek yodha hai, aadhe se zyada samay humara mehel se bahar ya ranbhumi mein jaayega, aur agr aap aisa krengi toh hum kese jaa payenge"
" mein apko rok nh rhi hu, pta hai kitna zarrori hai ye sb, bas yaad aayegi" she stated
" toh humne jo itni yaadein banyi hai saath mein woh inhi palo ke liye toh hai,"
" aap reh lenge mere bagair" she asked, her lips forming in a pout.
" haan, kam se kam thodi si shanti toh milegi tumhari bakk bakk se"
" chore mujhe, chore, mein bak bak krti hu, chore" she whispered wriggling in his arms.
" kabhi nh," he said giving a peck on her forehead.
" apko Jo bhi kehna hai na ap chand se kehna, aur fir woh aake mujhe btayenge, apko pta nh hai par woh meri basha smjhte hai" she stated.
"Ye tumhare liye, meri raah dekhna" he said sliding a ring on her finger, she gasped looking at the beauty.
" par Mahar..."
" humari nishani ke taur pe rkh le,"
" ye bhi theekh hai toh fir agr kabhi mujhe kahin jana hua na, toh mein bhi apko koi nishani dekar jaungi,"
" uski zarrorat nh padegi"
" par fir bhi...ap btaye apko ky nishani dekar jaun"
" jo tumhe sbse zyada pasand ho" he answered hugging her from the back.
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The King of suryagarh (on hold)
FanfictionBeing A King is not at all easy, it demands your sweat, hard work, blood and most important sacrifices... A King's life is not his...its of his state..his people... Join me on the journey of the great King of suryagarh....Sidharth Mahendra Singh....
