The Forbidden Marriage

45•पञ्चचत्वारिंशत्

Trishul descended the steps leading down to the lawn, where he found a luxurious setup awaiting him for lunch. The meticulously decorated lawn exuded an air of elegance. As he glanced around, he spotted the same little kid he had seen from above, still attempting to ride the swing.

Trishul's command sliced through the tranquil air, "Vikram, go and lend a hand to the kid." With a nod, Vikram, the towering bodyguard with a gentle demeanor, strode towards the little boy grappling with the swing. With practiced ease, he guided the child, his soft smile melting the tension away from the young one's face.

As Trishul settled into his seat amidst the opulent spread, his eyes danced over the lavish display of Bengali and Nepali delicacies. The head chef, a maestro in his domain, orchestrated the culinary symphony with precision, adding a touch of artistry to the already sumptuous scene.

As Trishul savored the delectable flavors dancing on his palate, his gaze wandered to the little boy. A wave of warmth flooded his heart as he observed the child's infectious joy while soaring through the air on the swing. In that fleeting moment, amidst the laughter and innocence, Trishul found solace, a temporary reprieve from the shadows of pain and depression that often haunted his thoughts. For a brief moment, the simple happiness radiating from the child's face lifted the weight from his shoulders, reminding him of the beauty and purity that still existed in the world.

The little boy's laughter echoed across the lawn as he soared higher and higher on the swing. With each gentle push, his tiny feet kicked up into the air, his eyes sparkling with unbridled excitement. The sunlight danced on his rosy cheeks, casting a golden halo around his tousled hair as he swung back and forth, carefree and joyous. His giggles mingled with the rustle of leaves, creating a symphony of innocence and happiness that enveloped the entire scene.

As the little boy's eyes locked with Trishul's, a sudden shift occurred. The sparkle in the child's eyes dimmed, and his innocent smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. Trishul couldn't help but notice the change, sensing the boy's unease in the presence of his imposing figure.

Despite his best efforts to appear approachable, Trishul understood the impact of his commanding presence on the child. He watched with a pang of regret as the boy's nervousness dampened the vibrant energy that had filled the air moments before. Determined to dispel the tension, Trishul softened his expression, with a soft smile playing on his lips, Trishul extended a welcoming hand towards the hesitant boy, silently urging him to come closer. Despite the lingering traces of fear and uncertainty in the child's eyes, he took hesitant steps forward, his small frame betraying his nervousness.

"What's your name?" He asked. His voice very deep, he tried his best to sound gentle.

"Rwanvijayy" He informed, but he struggled to pronounce the name correctly, still Trishul got what he was implying,"Rannvijay. Such a big name for such a cute baby" he whispered to himself.

"Where are your parents, Ranvijay?"

"My maa is workwing in... In" he innocently wondered what it's called, he finally remembered and said " the chicken!"

Trishul burst out laughing at his cuteness, he brushed his fingers gently on Ranvijay's chubby cheeks, Making sure his rough hands doesn't harm him.

"In the chicken?" He repeated.

Rannvijay cutely nodded.

"You had your lunch?" Trishul asked.

"No"

"Aren't you hungry?"

Rannvijay nodded his head, her mother who was extremely busy with her work almost forgot that his son hadn't had lunch yet, poor boy who didn't want to worry his mother couldn't say anything and continued to play.