The content of the letter will be known in this chapter and a butterfly giving scene..
QUESTION OF THE DAY- WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ADIRAJ?
1.GREEN FLAG
2.RED FLAG
3.NEUTRAL
Do comment readers...
Note: HAS MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE
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DEDICATION:
This is for all the girls, maidens and women who think they are unwanted, ugly and worthless. You have a long way to go, dear. You are much greater than those out there sitting to belittle you. So ENJOY...
Saundarya's POV,
The reverberation and the chimings of the flute flowed through the room. I had a habit of falling on that particular bed which I had gotten used to. The new bed here was giving me chills, I was feeling unnaturally cold, and it was just the start of the month of Kartik [October]. The flute was soothing the tension in me pulling my heart strings and lulling me to sleep, only to stop at that time. I sighed as my eyes flew open. I quit the idea of sleeping and decided to spend the sleepless night in the Library reading something. I was sure to find something up to my taste. I had just opened the door to venture out when a blunt stub of an arrow on wood picked my attention. My ears had always been sharp, too sharp to be exact, sometimes rendering me sleepless at the nights of festivals and special occasions.
I walked towards the sound walking to the archery field. My eyes fell on an opened kurta by the ground, and I saw him. Cold breeze flew making the loose ends of blindfold over his eyes , his hair was dancing in accord with the direction of the wind. His arrow aimed towards me, with his hands pulling the string of the bow till his ears. My breath hitched when my eyes fell on his bare neck and sharply prominent collar bones. My vision dragged down to his well defined body and abs, It went lower down as his V-line disappeared into his lower. I gasped at my conscience for looking at him like that, I saw him relax as he openedIt was morning when I finished reading. The sun had not risen but the birds his blindfold looking at me. It was dark but his green eyes still stared at me, making goosebumps rail through my body making me shiver.
With a short annoying conversation he headed back. Surprised to know that he was the mysterious 'flute man', I sat on the Library chair with two flickering diyas near me, helping me read.
had. Their chirping said so. I decided to take a walk , not forgetting to practise a little dance., remembering there was a Natyam hall, in the Bhavan. As I ventured out to our 'Shared path' I saw a messenger walking towards me. He stopped in front of me, and I saw a letter in his hands, having the royal stamp of VenkateshGarh on it. My mind elated and I smiled with joy.
"Can you give me the letter, Mister.."
"Ummm...."
He said confused. I really wanted to know what it was. I missed his handwriting. I missed his smell and especially him.
"You are the wife of the Raja of VenkateshGarh..I guess it's not against the rule to give you the letter.."
He forwarded the letter to me and I pulled the leather string tied around the yellow parchment. The black ink had seeped through the page making it slightly visible from behind the parchment.
"Do you know what's written..Mister.."
"I am a mere messenger Rajkumari...The content of the letter is unbeknownst to me.."
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