My unenlightened heart was concerned about Avni's future, and my eyes and thoughts were apprehensive about her association with the individuals who abducted Clerk. I hurried towards Fort Williams without minding who might observe me.
Whom should I confide in?
Should I inform the army or my father about Clerk?
They would take stern measures against these people, potentially implicating Avni as well. I must approach Avni directly, questioning her actions and the circumstances surrounding Clerk's capture.
Could it be that he assaulted Avni?
Does Avni hold the capability to apprehend her assailant in such a manner?
Is she pursuing vengeance?
Upon reaching home, I encountered no one. I swiftly headed to my room and closed the door. This situation is dire; these individuals are perilous and capable of causing harm to anyone, having dared to abduct a British lieutenant. Avni understands this, yet she hasn't disclosed it to anyone.
Could Bhavani also be involved?
Who can I rely on?
Is there a possibility of traitors among our household staff?
No, that cannot be the case. They are reliable individuals. Bhavani has consistently been faithful to my mother.
And Avni, what about her? She may not comprehend my language, but she is attuned to my emotions. Her eyes convey a multitude of sentiments.
My mind was whirling under the burden of numerous inquiries, concerns, and uncertainties. I settled at my desk, overwhelmed.
In shadows deep, a girl I know,
With secrets veiled, like winds that blow,
Through whispered hush, her mysteries lie,
Yet I can't share, for her safety I sigh.
A lovely lass, with grace and charm,
But danger lurks, her heart disarmed,
Her eyes, a window to untold fears,
Yet sealed they remain, through silent tears.
Behind closed doors, her secrets abide,
In hidden chambers, where darkness hides,
Bound by loyalty, I keep them close,
Her trust in me, a solemn oath.
With each passing day, my worry grows,
For her perils haunt, like chilling prose,
But her safety above all else I guard,
With love and caution, forever scarred.
In silent whispers, her secrets confide,
Their weight upon me, I cannot hide,
A dance of shadows, we both partake,
A pact unspoken, for her safety's sake.
So, I watch from afar, with a heavy heart,
As she navigates a treacherous art,
An Indian girl, with secrets unknown,
Protected and cherished, she'll always be my own.
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The next morning, the cheerful song of a bird outside my window woke me up at an early hour. Unbeknownst to me, I had fallen asleep with my head resting on the desk while sitting in the chair. I closed my diary and placed it back in the drawer.
"Son, why did you skip dinner last night? Bhavani knocked on your door several times, but your father told him to leave you be, so we refrained from disturbing you. Are you feeling alright, dear? You seem tired."
"Mother, I sincerely apologise for my behaviour last night. I'm well, although I admit I was exhausted."
"Oh, is the training field proving too demanding for my son? With the ongoing war and news of many Indians being sent to the battlefield, I hope it concludes swiftly, sparing you from participation." She commented, and I chose to remain quiet.
It appears that a larger battle is looming, and avoiding it might not be feasible.
Later, on the terrace, I noticed Avni entering the garden area with a bucket and mug of water. Unaware of her presence earlier, as I hadn't gone downstairs, she tended to the plants while I silently observed her.
An inner conflict stirred within me, urging me to approach her.
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1945, My Love Story (Unedited & Raw Version)
أدب تاريخيThe love story of a British young soldier named Edwin Brown is recounted by himself in his diary-how and when he met her, how he fell in love with her, and how he fought for her. Immerse yourself in the realm of Indian history. Step into the vintage...
