Book - 1 Of The Chronicles Of The Heart Series.
Yashraj Singh Rathore X Meera Dev Thakur
She was a flame so profound, it could set the world ablaze in just one gust. While he was an ocean of affection longing to be uncovered.
Set in a Royal premis...
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Life has a very ironic way of functioning isn't it? It's funny how just a few months back I hated the idea of being pushed into a union with someone I knew nothing about. But then entered Meera, changing everything I didn't realise when and how.
It was true, I knew nothing about her but I wanted to. I wanted to know what could make her giggle, what could make her so… unusual. She was just like other women in my life, goal- oriented like my mother, stoic like my grandmother and yet, she was nothing like them. There was a wilderness to her spirit that I had never seen before.
There are countless things about her that intrigued me, to begin with would be her selfless attitude towards everything. It's true that upbringing played a major role in shaping how that would've come to her but, the utter sense of fulfillment that her talks showcased as simply astounding. At times she’s chirpy and all sunshine, the girl who wears her heart over her sleeve and other times, she's stoic and animated as a stone.
A series of knocks on the window broke my reverie pulling me out of my thoughts. “Where are you lost, I’ve been calling yo for over a minute." Meera yelled the moment the glass slid down. “Ouch" I couldn't help but shrek as she banged the door.
“Where did you go?" She turns to face me, unclenching her first, she reveals a sacred thread. “Let me tie it on your wrist." She asks.
A chuckle escapes my lips. “You ran all the way back to the temple to get it for me?" My voice tinged with disbelief.
“Yes I did, now show me your wrist." I forwarded my wrist to her, I couldn't help but watch as she tied it around my wrist with all the focus on the world. The way her hair fell in her way of sight and she tucked the was her ear in a delicate motion.
“Let's get going, shall we?" She asks, making me nod absentmindedly.
It was her suggestion that we explore the city together, she wanted me to accompany her to her work places. I'm definitely not complaining. I stole glances at her on our way to Hope, the NGO she found when she was just nineteen.
“Maa Sa had called this morning, to inform us that our engagement is next week.”
Upon receiving no response, I riveted my eyes towards her. “Meera." That shook her.
“Ye-yes." I couldn't help but notice the unease floating around in the air. “Meera, are you not ready for this?" Her expression deepens into a somber frown.
"I’m ready, but it's a big change and that's enough to make me nervous.”
I breathed in, understanding the gravity behind her words. Instinctively, I went in to grab a hold of her hands, a silent determination reeled through me. Her palms felt cold in mine. “It indeed is a big change, a drastic one on your part. I know we don't know much about each other but, I promise milady that, with each step you take you will find me right by your side."
