Shefali gazed at the dark sky with a few sprinkles of stars through the open window on the side of the room.
She slept over her arm pressing her belly on the bed with a sorrowful face.
"Shefali, have something please"
Aai pleaded while stroking her hair lovingly.
"I'm not hungry"
She replied mildly.
"What is that supposed to mean? You have not had anything from the morning"
She said with a slight frown on her wrinkled face.
Shefali sat up and looked her in the eye.
"Aai, am I an orphan now? I don't have a family member here... Was I perhaps orphaned again?"
She asked expectantly, hot tears blurring her vision.
Aai held her face with both her palms.
"Never think of anything as such, kid"
She said, her voice choking slightly.
"Just because you are not with your family here, doesn't mean your Dadu has abandoned you. He asked you to run for your survival, he did not orphan you"
She said and hugged her in her embrace.
Shefali sobbed in her arms.
"And how can you be orphaned so easily? Until I am there... Am I not your Aai?"
She asked, crying herself.
Shefali nodded unable to talk anymore.
"That's right. Never take these useless thoughts to your heart"
Aai said caressing Shefali's back and looking up at the sky feeling disgusted at Rani-sa's mother's behaviour.
How can an old woman spending her days in the lord's service in the temple of Vrindavan talk so ill to a girl so young? She thought to herself.
"Rana, it was a great trip this time and your hospitality has always stood untouched in the race. We are planning to take our leave tomorrow"
Said, Sardar Amar's mother from the chair.
Rana was doing a bit better today so he decided to sit on the huge balcony with guests in the evening.
They had been talking for a long time and this was the first time, the groom's mother sat up straight with a firm voice.
"It was our pleasure to have you here. Amar has turned into a fine gentleman"
Rana said patting Amar's shoulder.
Amar smiled.
Sardar Amar was ten years older than Drucilla but since Drucilla acted older than she was, their relationship seemed a lot sweeter this time when the pair had finally grown up.
"We are looking forward to taking our Laxmi with us this time. Please let us take Drucilla with us"
Sardar Jaiswal, Amar's father, spoke up.
Drucilla blushed when her eyes met Amar's and ran out immediately.
The elders laughed at their interaction.
Amar's family was not royalty.
They lived in Jaisalmer and both the men of the house were in much higher posts in the royal army.
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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...
