NOORADITYA ~The Interfaith Emotion..

Chap 23- She is Scared!

Guys how was the previous chap. Also if you want any changes or addition anywhere do comment as the chapters are unedited....Enjoy

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Aditya's POV,

We both were sitting on the swing and the swing was moving slowly. Her hand on mine and her head on my shoulder, her eyes were closed. She suddenly asked me,

"Yuvraj aapka  priya uttamansh konsa hai?"    ("Yuvraj which is your favourite flower?")

"Brahmakamal, Jo Barah saal mein ek baar kaunpalta hai"    (" Brahmakamal, A flower which blooms once in every twelve years").

She looks at me in surprise and asks,

"Kyun?"   ("Why?")

"Brahmakamal, ek aisa kusum hai, jo vidwata ko darshata hai, shanti evam pavitrata ka saargrahan hai, Jisme swyayam Brahm tatha Kumudi ka aabha parjaapt hai, jiske saamne amangal apni mukh chhupati hai, uske saamne koi aur kusum ki tulna karna atulaniya hai."               

("Brahmakamal, A flower, which potray's wisdom, It is the epitome of peace and purity, The flower which contains the aura of Lord Brahma and Goddess Saraswati within, In front of which evil hides its face, Comparing any other flower in front of it is  incomparable .")

She was looking at me in awe and I just smiled at her innocent face. She was looking cute as hell and I was controlling myself from devouring her alive.

"Kya, smajh mein nahin aaya, bachhi ho na abhibhi"  (" What, Didn't understand, You are still a child isn't it.")

I tapped on her head a few times and she whined like a child.

"Samjha maine...matlab..thoda thoda..matlab aaya samajh ..uff..aap..app.chodiye.."  (" I did understand..i mean...little little.. I mean I did understand..uff... You .. you.. Let it be..")

I chuckled at her and she was going to hit my arm when I caught her hand and pulled her towards me. She immediately turned serious and redness crept up her cheeks. I flicked my fingers on her forehead lightly and disappointment painted her face. I let her go and she gave me a little glare. Wind blew hitting her face and the loose hair were wanting to be set free. Goddess. She looked like a goddess in that rusty orange lehenga with a saffron dupatta covering her breast. I told her something which made her smile like a child.

"Vaise ek aur ful hai jo mujhe behad pasand hai?"  ("Well there is another flower which I like very much")

"Konsa?"  ("Which one?")  She asked wide-eyed.

"Sulaiman Noor Adityadev Rajput, arthat aap"  ("Sulaiman Noor Adityadev Rajput, that is ,you")

She looked at me and gasped and looked away. She was wrapping and unwrapping the dupatta around her fingers. I was surprised by my own flirting skills when she looked at me and asked.

"Achha to aapko khane mein kya pasand hai? ..Mere siva..."    (" What do you like to eat? Except me...")

I was preparing myself to say her name again but she was cunning. She raised her eyebrows and wiggled it. She had clearly read my mind. I laughed lightly and shook my head. And proceeded to answer her question.

"Waise... aapke siva .... mujhe kheer khana bahut pasand hai"  (" Well...except you...I like to eat kheer very much")

There was a sudden glow in her face and a certain glint in her eyes. She looked at me and said,

"Theek hai, Fir kal, Aapke liye hum kheer banayenge.."  (" Then its final, tomorrow, I will prepare kheer for you..")

I felt a pang in my chest and I started to panic. I hated to break this to her thinking how she might react to it. I looked into her eyes and saw that happiness which was missing in her from the day I had seen her. The woman in a hijab with sad eyes and the woman now were different. But I had no other options. I held her hand and looked into her eyes, preparing myself for her reaction.

"Noor,aisa nahin ho sakta, Kal pratah hum, ek vidroh samapti ke liye niklenge ... Baapusa ne yah karya mujhe saunpa hai.."   ("Noor,it cannot happen, Tomorrow at dawn I'll be going to stop a rebellion...Father has handed over this work to me...")

Sudden fear crossed her face and she gripped my hands tight. Her eyes got glassy and she was resisting the urge to cry. She did not say anything, just looked here and there, so I thought of continuing.

"Noor, yah vidroh ne bada rup le liya hai, Dakshini bharat ne inke saath milkar hamare samrajya ke seema mein akraman kiya hai. Yeh jaang to nishchit hai, Yeh mulakaat hamari aakhri avashya nahin hai parantu mrityu ko koyi taal .......   ("Noor, the rebellion has taken a large turn, Southern Indian has helped the rebels in attacking the borders of our kingdom. This war will surely take place. This meet of ours is surely not the last but death cannot be defeated by...")

I stopped when she looked at me with a sharp glare, tears brimming and threatening to fall out. She looked angry yet there was subtle fear in her eyes.

"Yuvraj Adityadev Rajput ko harana namunkin avashya nahin hai parantu aasan nahin hai. ..  aajtak Gyarah mein se gyarah, saare jang me vijay ki dhvani guunji hai aur isme bhi gunjengi."   (" Defeating  Yuvraj Adityadev Rajput is surely not impossible but is not easy...Till today all the eleven wars fought by you have heard the echoes of victory and this will too.." )

It was difficult for her to fight her fear but she was born to be a Kshatriya . A Rajputaani. Wars do not frighten her and blood does not scare her. She was the Noor I married. The light which always clears my path. The light which sheds her positive-ness over my darkness. The one who accepted the whole of me.

I gave her a smile and pulled her into a hug. The eternal bliss was ours. I loved her more than any other .......

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So this was a small chapter.....yet a powerful one.. a chapter in which their love blossoms..

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