The Fearless Queen

Cousin Sister Gave Another Shock

In love's delicate dance, jealousy may waltz,
A tempest within, where emotions exalt.
The green-eyed spectre, a silent foe,
Whispers of doubt, in love's tender glow.

A subtle poison, it taints the heart,
A flame that smoulders, tearing love apart.
In shadows, it thrives, a venomous seed,
Feeding on fears, sprouting like a weed.

Envy's tendrils, a twisted vine,
Entwining the soul, a dark design.
It blooms in comparison, a bitter flower,
Casting shadows on love's cherished hour.

Before Padmini could rouse the slumbering enchantress and seek answers to the enigma that had graced her chamber, the queen, Padmini's mother, made a graceful entrance. With a regal yet tender gesture, the queen led her daughter away from the room, temporarily veiling the mystery that now lingered like an unspoken secret.

Padmini, unable to quell her overwhelming curiosity, couldn't resist the urge to inquire. "Mother, who is she?" Her voice carried a compelling blend of intrigue and a touch of bewilderment, as the chamber held within its walls a mystery yet to be unravelled. The room, once a sanctuary of solitude, had transformed into a realm of unspoken questions, awaiting their answers to unfurl.

The queen, her regal demeanour undisturbed by the currents of curiosity, offered a gentle smile, like a sunbeam filtering through the tapestry of the enigma that draped the chamber. "She is the daughter of your paternal aunt," she revealed with a grace that mirrored the delicate dance of shadows and light. The words, a subtle revelation, hung in the air like a whisper, unveiling a fragment of the mystery that had woven itself into the fabric of the room.

The room, once a sanctuary of solitude, now resonated with the allure of untold stories and concealed narratives. It had transformed into a realm of intrigue, where secrets lingered in the corners like ephemeral echoes waiting to be unveiled. The queen's revelation, while shedding light on the woman's identity, had merely brushed the surface of the enigma, leaving a rich tapestry of unanswered questions that fluttered in the air, tantalizingly out of reach.

"Why is she sleeping in my chamber?" Padmini's inquiry sliced through the air, a note of exasperation staining her voice with a touch of urgency.

"I told her to," came her mother's response, a calm retort that ignited a flicker of dissent, a spark that would soon morph into the flames of a blazing argument. The words hung in the air, each syllable carrying the weight of a decision that seemed to challenge the very air in the room.