Saundarya ~ The Epitome Of Sacrifice

Chap 1- Him

Guys this is my new book. I don't know how many of you here are my old readers but, I still believe all of you will support me. SO lets start without further adieu .

NOTE: The story is fictional and any resemblance to any person dead or alive is a coincidence. I am not familiar with tamil so forgive me for any mistake. Positive criticism is welcome in the comments but negative ones will be blocked.

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Saundarya's POV,

Pacing up and down was my brother, Sudarshan Bhavyesh Vijaya, the merciful, the loved, the glorified, the god of the subjects, the great Raja of the whole of the Cholas. He had called me back from my in-laws on the occasion of Bathukamma. I was married in VenkateshGarh, to Raja Nallasivan Venkatesh Chakravarty, a kingdom under my brother's reign.

But they attacked. The Rajput's.

They even sent back the dead ,conjured and bloody body of Vaishakhi Catokari [sister], after killing her. A deep stroke on her throat, and that was it. The shouts outside were audible, the slashing of the swords, and the splatters of the blood.

"Mūtta aṇṇaṉ..have a seat...you are tiring yourself.." [Mūtta aṇṇaṉ: Elder Brother in Tamil]

"I shouldn't have....I shouldn't have called you back from your husbands....You could have been safer there.."

"Mūtta aṇṇaṉ...what's done is done..."

He was looking much older, with his forehead creased. Trying to rack his brains in where to hide me. I heard him mutter to himself,

"I don't care about myself Saundarya ...It's just you...I don't want them to take you...hey Krishna...where should I hide you?.."

We both were not even blood siblings, yet he loved and cared for me, more than he ever did, to his own brothers. I stood up and walked to him, in an attempt to make him calm down, when we both heard the door being forcefully tried to open.

His head shot towards the door and then at me. He held my hands and pulled me with him to the rear end of the room. He made me sit on a carved wooden table and gave me a dagger.

"Saundarya ... .forgive me ... .I am a very selfish person..I did a lot of wrong to you..But I don't want you to hate me before my death...Listen to me carefully...you will always be my little vairam [diamond]..protect yourself.."

Saying this he kissed my forehead, and walked back to the main hall. One could see the hall from this end but the one in the hall could not see into the room. I sat there in confusion trying to process his words. 'Selfish', 'hate', 'Forgiveness', but what did he do?

My thoughts were broken as the room burst open, and a man, much taller than that of my brother entered. He had a perfectly built and toned body, and was fairer than us. His wheat brown coloured skin had splatters of red and was bathed and smeared in blood, with his hair tied, in a man bun. He looked at my brother and smirked. He was wearing a royal blue upper with patches of changed colour and a white lower which had barely any white space left., with armour and shield's tied to his body. My brother stood there, without a weapon in his hands and an unprotected naked body, with just an angavastram to hide himself.

"I don't kill the weaponless and the surrendered...Which one would define you?"

""Surrender...Never..I'll fight till my last breath.."

"Then do that..Please.."

The bloodied man said, throwing one of his clean swords towards him. I knew my brother was an extremely intelligent man, well versed in texts, but when it comes to combat, he might lack the physical fitness. His slightly protruding belly being an example of that.The fight happened in front of my eyes, it was short and crisp, He held the sword with both of his hands trying to fend of the taller one.He was only using one of his hands as the sounds of the swords kissing each other fiercely echoed through the large hall.