The clamour of various sounds that had previously held jurisdiction over Monami's ears had quietened down, left behind as her legs had strolled away aimlessly at last bringing her to a restful, calm corner of the palace. It was simple, clean and neat. And most importantly it afforded solitude.
A gentle breeze also kept blowing constantly, carrying the sweet scents of flowers from the small courtyard; it's vibrant green grass and foliages gleam under the sunlight against the white marble of the palace floor sitting beside it. She was sometimes thankful for her job on the palace- while that didn't make any of confusion about what was happening with her any better but at least she could marvel at the grandeur and luxuries of the ancient architecture when they had been in their full glory.
Her foot sank into a velvety texture. She looked down instantly. A bunch of white flower buds had come under her feet.
"Oh no no no" she muttered to herself carressing the tender buds, "Sorry sorry for hurting you....so sorry....are you hurt anywhere...how did-"
"Umh...hey...excuse me. Those flowers are mine."
Monami's head shot up, her hands went still at the unexpected interruption. A young man, lean but well built with face of the complexion of light sands of beach and fine manly features was standing before her with an awkwardly extended hand. He was dressed in really expensive looking garments and some jewels.
Shit, I offended a royal. Her mind raced through all kind of consequences for this and in an impulse she kind of threw the flowers into his hand.
You idiot. She berated herself mentally at that stupidity and braced herself for an upcoming punishment from whoever this man was. She was collecting and breathe to manage to say a sorry before he proclaimed his punishment.
But in the moment she looked up to face him again, Monami's eyes widened as she witnessed something unexpected – a hint of a blush coloring the young man's cheeks. Instead of the anger she anticipated, his expression softened into a gentle smile. His hand remained extended towards her, further intriguing her. She cleared her throat.
"Thank you for saving them. These are quite delicate," he said obviously flustered, cradling the flowers as if they were precious jewels. .
"Oh, I'm so sorry for stepping on them," Monami replied, perplexed by the unexpected turn of events. "I didn't realize they belonged to someone."
"No harm done. My fault for dropping them" he admitted with an small smile. Monami could see the want to please and make a fine impression along with some kind of hesitation or shyness in that smile.
"That's fine...uhm...sir?" She answered with a gentle nod, trying to form a response which she could only hope was proper "Mistakes happen, anyone can make them."
"Sahdev"
"Pardon me"
"I am the youngest son of late Maharaj Pandu and Madri. I am youngest of the Pandava brothers, Sahdev."
Monami blinked. The information she just received sent her mind reeling. If she wasn't dreaming all this then never in her wildest dreams had she imagined to come face to face with one of the Pandavas she had grown up listening to stories of their heroics from her grandmother
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Teardrops on Roses
Historical Fiction"I am the eldest daughter in law of the Kurus and barring my husbands and sons, I await their complete annihilation." "Draupadi please don't do this, please don't say this." "Why?" "Because I am the eldest daughter in law of the Kurus" A Mahabharat...
