Eshant entered his room tip-toeing towards the unconscious girl sleeping on his bed.
"How is she now?"
He whispered.
"Hard to tell if she is doing any better, especially after the fever sprang up"
Aai said taking the wet cloth from her forehead.
He sat on the side of the bed, his eyes turning to her wound near the side of her waist.
"And her wound?"
He asked.
"Vyadji said it would take at least two weeks to completely heal... thank god that it was not a deep cut"
Aai said doing her work alongside.
Eshant nodded.
"Don't wake her up and call me if something goes wrong"
She instructed the concerned prince.
"Can something go wrong?"
Eshant asked cluelessly.
Aai simply smiled and gently tapped his head affectionately before leaving wordlessly.
Eshant simply frowned at her back not being able to get the answer he wanted.
His eyes turned to Shefali's motionless palm that rested inches away from his lap.
He held it gently and was astonished to feel the coldness that spread through her skin.
Unlike how Shefali's hands were warm, always warm.
He took her hand in both his palms and pressed it gently.
"It's so depressing to see you like this"
He whispered looking at her pale face.
"Everything is falling apart, Shefali"
He confronted.
"Yet all I want right now is for you to get well soon"
He said smiling at himself.
Eshant's gaze turned to the open window that beautifully showcased the night sky.
"It has been too long, trust me. I can't do this anymore. It all started with the eastern hills, then my sick trap, the arrival of Ahmed, your captivation, my helplessness, Baba's sudden attack, Ahmed's death, and then your injury. I tried with all my might to protect you from everything evil but I failed at times. I was caged by the throne that sits above my will at others but never for once I thought of not trying at all"
He kept speaking in a gentle voice looking at the stars helplessly.
"Giving up is not my thing yet at times I did consider giving up on this sword that has been a treasure of our family for ages just to be free... just to bring you back to myself. Then I remembered the faces of the naive people who look up to me for their survival, who look up to the sword that vowed to shed blood but never let anyone harm the people here"
He whispered with shadowy eyes.
"Was it too selfish to have entertained the idea of actually giving up the sword so that I could be with you?"
He asked looking back at her senseless face.
"They say I'll have to inherit the throne, Shefali. What do I do?"
He asked rubbing her hand gently with hope in his gaze.
"Wake up alright? And tell me what's right and what's not, please"
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𝟏𝟓𝟐𝟗: 𝐀 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚| Indian Historical Fiction
Historical Fiction𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 Ⅰ 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐈-𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 Shefali Roy had lost her parents in a pandemic when she was just one year old. That was the first time she was orphaned. The next time she was orphaned was when she was seventeen. The army of...
