"Arya ! Someone shall see you !" Bhanumati said as she struggled in the grasp of her husband, who had sneaked into Antahpur to meet her.
"No. Not in the season of Autumn." Duryodhan said pulling her closer as he leaned in to kiss her neck.
"Ah !" Bhanumati tried to push him away, "As if you have ever obeyed the laws of seasons." She said.
Duryodhan chuckled as he pinned her to a pillar, smirking sinisterly he said, "Then what makes you think I'd let you go in this season ?"
"If someone sees us we'll be in trouble." She said.
"Pitashree won't say a thing to me." Duryodhan said, pressing his body against Bhanumati in an embrace.
Suddenly the sound of anklets fell on their ears, which caused Bhanumati to panic as she pulled Duryodhan on the other side of the pillar.
She slightly peaked from behind, and saw Dhisana racing through the opulent corridors, her silken saree billowing behind her like a river stream. Her crystalline tears shimmered as they rolled down her cheeks, reflecting the flickering light of earthen lamps. Her breath came in ragged gasps, hitching with every sob that escaped her trembling lips.
Seeing this Bhanumati curiously raised a brow, her lips parted in amusement.
"Someone had a fight, it seems." She muttered with a smirk, and then turned around to Duryodhan, who too seemed equally amused.
"Silly Manvendra doesn't even know how to treat a wife." Duryodhan said with a chuckle.
Meanwhile Dhisana, locked the door behind the very next moment she entered the room. The weight of her emotions pressed upon her fragile frame, was shattering her composure more and more by each passing second.
She leaned on the door frame, her eyes travelling restlessly all over the room. The walls seemed to close in around her, their ornate tapestries suffocating her spirit, it seemed to mock her with its emptiness.
A torrent of emotions flooded her senses as she stumbled forward, her knees hitting the plush carpeted floor with an audible thud. The weight of her sorrow crashed upon her like a mighty wave, causing her to collapse onto her knees, her fragile frame trembling under the weight of sorrow.
Her cries echoed through the room, a melancholic symphony of anguish. The walls, adorned with portraits of ancestors long gone, seemed to witness her pain with sympathetic eyes.
Her heart, sometime back was filled with the anticipation of a joyous existence, and now had been broken into a myriad of shattered fragments. The pain of not knowing about her husband's suffering seemed both infinite and ephemeral.
The fact that he suffered so much internally, the fact that he couldn't feel anything and she unknowingly blamed him to be lifeless, spiritless, uninterested and what not.
She was upset. Upset that he didn't tell her. Upset at the fact that he chose to suffer in silence. Upset at the fact that he didn't trust her enough. Trust their love enough.
On the other side, Manvendra sat motionlessly on the edge of his bed. Shadows danced across his face as the flickering lamps mirrored the inner turmoil brewing within him. The room, otherwise filled with opulence, was consumed by an overwhelming sense of melancholy.
His face, usually composed and serene, now betrayed a storm of emotions. Deep within his piercing eyes, a glimmer of sadness flickered, veiling the vibrant life they once revealed. As the echoes of the outside world faded into oblivion, the deathly silence within the chamber mirrored the chaos within his tormented soul.
By not telling Dhisana about it, he had intended to protect his wife from the pain he endured, unaware of how devastating his silence would be. His heart sank, realizing the depth of his mistake.
Guilt gnawed at his conscience as he recalled Dhisana's crestfallen face, her once sparkling eyes clouded with disappointment and betrayal. With each passing second, the anguish within him intensified, remembering the look of sadness in her eyes.
Manvendra gazed out of the window, as moonlight spilled across the room, casting long shadows against the intricately designed tapestries that adorned the walls. A fervent determination arose within him, a resolve to amend the damage he had caused.
He knew he needed to pacify his wife, to mend the fragments of trust and reignite the flame of love that burned brightly between them.
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Historical FictionFirst among 11 Rudras is Manyu, the war god, wielder of thunder and Slayer of foes. He is the one who brings wealth and health. Through him Vidur and his wife Sulabha beget a son, named Manvendra, who was fierce, queller of foes, follower of Dharma...
