Saundarya ~ The Epitome Of Sacrifice

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Saundarya's POV,

I was seeing the Jodhpur palace for the first time. It was different from ours. Ours were peaked with a lot of intricate designs and looked like that of temples, standing tall, made of black and red stone. Theirs were huge walls with a dome shaped upper, with large pillars cascading with the curtains of emeralds and gold, making them look sumptuous. I noticed the entourage halt, as I put back my head inside the palki. I heard the slight neigh of his stallion, giving the hint that he climbed down off it.

I took deep heavy breaths not knowing what he had in store for me. My brothers were all Vaishnav's , calling upon Govind at the time of need, yet it was Tripurantaka whom I called during distress. My mother was a hardcore Shaiva, leading me to be like her.

"Hey Neelkanth, get me out of here!"

I whispered quietly, not wanting to catch attention. That's when It struck me, Kaṇavaṉ [Husband], only he can save me know. Maybe they'll let me go if they know I'm married. I looked bedraggled and tousled, leading me to believe I would rather not attend like this to the court. I breathed out heavily when I felt the curtain being parted.

A male peeked into the palki and screamed,

"Rajkumari Yahan hain.." ("The Princess is here")

My gut wrenched on his screams ,and a sharp pain hit my eardrums. I winced at his loudness, knowing he was up to no good. Before I could process, Someone pulled me by my arms making me misbalanced and falling out of the palki, making my head hit the ground with force, a hot red line trickled down my sideburns, making my panic rise. My hair was yanked hard as someone pulled me up by force, making me scream. I held his wrist to forbid him from pulling my hair but it was completely vain. His fingers just tightened around my black appendages. I looked at him angrily, looking around for help. All the soldiers had a frown on their faces. I understood that he had a greater rank from there's, thus leading them not to intervene. I saw a familiar man walking towards us, the one who had come to take me with them.

"Dhumraksh, what the hell are you.."

Before he could complete the prince ran up to me, making me shut my eyes in fear as the lungs squeezing screams of Bhadra rang my ears. I heard a clean swipe of a weapon, as the spatter of blood pockmarked my right cheek. I gasped at the scene in front of me. The prince had a calm expression on his face, his silverish dagger clutched by his right hand with the blade dripping blood. The soldier who held my hair sat on the ground had his hand severed off, the hands which were pulling my tresses a while ago lay limp on the floor. His other hand was clamped against his mouth trying not to scream, as the other hand flowed red. I looked at him, his green and russet eyes boring holes into the man who had unfortunately lost a hand.

"Never Ever disrespect a woman, principle 49 of the code of conduct which might have been skipped by you Commander Dhumraksh, you are fired from your service..And will suffer three years of prison with strenuous labour"

His eyes had turned a shade darker, he was spitting fire yet his calmness and monotone was what terrorred me. No anger could be concluded from his voice, it was the same as ever, yet one could say he was angry from his eyes.

He looked at me, his gaze softening and becoming that of care.

As if he did care.

He held my hand softly and looked at me.