The great war in between the two of the greatest kingdoms occurred. The Cholas and the Rajputs.
She was the captive and he was the captivator.
She was the princess who was committed to someone else, tied by the strong thread of marriage. She was che...
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Adiraj's POV,
"You know princess...My dagger is quite blunt and dull for a one-strike kill today...I'll kill you when It's sharp enough to kill..."
I said, purposefully playing with my extremely sharp dagger. I saw her visibly getting pale and gulping. She unconsciously took a few steps back and then looked away. Looking around she assessed the surroundings as I sat on a rock and pulled out my pouch from my scabbard. Taking out the small pouch containing abrasive sand, I sprinkled some on the large flat stone in front of me. Holding the dagger on its hilt horizontally I swiped the dagger across the stone which produced an ear piercing screech. She cowered at the sound and I looked at her as I beckoned her closer. She widened her eyes yet she walked towards me.
"You have time, until I am satisfied with its sharpness...."
I signed her to walk away. I could see her perturbed as she panicked and ran away. I closed my eyes at the sweet jingles of her anklets as her surefooted steps caused. I knew she wouldn't run far. The forest was like a maze. Only the one with frequent travels could crack through the ways. I laid my back against the bark of the tree. Crossing my legs I called,
"SHWAIT.."
I heard a slight neigh followed by the sound of hooves against earth. He settled near me, as I caressed his fur, causing him to whine in satisfaction.
"Shwait, should I be sad, or happy at the fact that her husband doesn't want her?...If I am happy then I am selfish and If I am sad, I am losing my opportunity of wooing her?"
He just made some grunting sounds as I thought of finding her. I grabbed my bow and arrow from Shwaits reins. Slinging the quiver across my shoulders I firmly gripped my bow. Walking through the damp soil I reached the nearest waterbody. There I saw her, sitting on a rock, near the banks, her feet dipped in the water, her hands conjoined and her eyes shut As the streams of tears flowed through her eyes, her lips kept muttering as if chanting something. I sat down under the tree, keeping my bow aside. I looked at the sky as it rumbled and a gurgling sound was produced with a sharp sound of thunder. She was still in the same position. She was sitting under the shade of a majestic Banyan tree, having there roots nestled in the damp solid and spread across a large area.
Droplets of water poured, neither touching her or me. I was covered by a mere mango tree, but it did protect me from the rain. Her eyes were still closed. Wind blew. Her beautiful hip length tresses blew with it. I noticed a drop of water falling on her shoulder. Her breath hitched as her praying grew. Her brows furrowed as the sky turned more dark, clouds strewn over the upturned sky. The sun hid itself shying away from two of us, humans, in this whole forest. We were on the exterior. The woods basically. Inside, the forest grew ravenous and dingy. I noticed another drop of water on her bare shoulder. The sky was preparing for a pourdown. I lodged an arrow on the string of the bow. Aiming it in between the gap of her earring and her bare shoulder.
