HOOR

CHAPTER 6: GAYATRI

"Because of you, we would had our heads chopped off!" Surya's voice roared in the library.

"Oh WOW LIKE I DIDN'T KNOW THAT!" I equally responded in his tone and sat down with a huff on the chair. He pinched his forehead before sitting on the chair beside me.

"Why did you want me to read you a book?"

"I want to know more about the country." His face went into three stages of shock. Motherfucker.

"So you didn't want read about those love stories?" I grumbled at his stupid thought. Who reads romantic literature? I do. Sigh.

"No. Now come on bring that one!" It was the same book, that had me captivated.
He took out the book from the shelf and started reciting it to me.

"No matter how much gold, silver you have. If you can't use it to fulfil the Poor's need, it's of no use. No money can fulfil a person's greed."

"The eastern part of our Kingdom, through which our capital imports food is the main source of all the nutrition enriched crops and cereals. If it stops exporting food supply then the majority of our people would die of starvation."

"Money controls the greed as well as the hunger of a person. The royal gold which has been kept safely in the palace can be used in the times of drought, or any other disaster."

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We had completed two books of the same author- Aditya Prabhakar.  He was an intelligent man. "I need to drink water." Surya kept his head down as he took shallow breaths. I rolled my eyes at how dramatic he was being. Handing him a glass of water. I started thinking of some ways to help in this situation.

I knew no one would listen to me, but I had to help the painter. My only hope. I didn't want him or her or anyone who the person was to be in trouble.

"Surya." He hummed as he tried to sleep with his head down on the table. "Why don't we go to the king and help him with the crises?" His head immediately shot up and he looked at me like he had seen some ghost.

"I knew you were stupid but I don't know you were mentally retarted too!" I hissed at his statement.

"Do you not love your life? Why would you want to go to the king?"

"I mean we can give suggestions right?"

"Yes we can, but we shouldn't. Gayatri remember this, there is a line between people like us and the royals. No matter how much we read in books that royals are supposed to help the poor but there would always be that suffocating line that would separate us from them. And moreover he is the king, there are ministers and intellectuals who can help him." He was right. But I was too selfish to listen to him.

"Right. This is the time to break that line, and change the history!" He facepalmed himself and held my hands in his, a habit I had grown used of by now. I could easily tell his love language was physical touch, that's why he used to hold hands. I didn't mind that though.

"Gayatri, I don't want you to get in trouble alright. After the courtroom incident, you haven't seen the king and God knows if he is still angry at you for what you did. Let's not take a chance right?" He was calm yet worried. I had to take this chance, that's how I could protect the painter.

"I know but what about the people of the kingdom? You swore to help them didn't you?"

"I did-"

"So see, we should help them, even if it takes us taking a chance."

He sighed, before nodding his head. He closed the book and kept it back in the shelf. A wave of curiosity travelled in my body and I stopped him.

"Surya?" He hummed as he pushed the chairs back into their place.