Saundarya ~ The Epitome Of Sacrifice

Chap 9- Heeding His Words

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Saundarya's POV,

Clinging onto him was the only thing I wanted to and felt like doing at that moment. His words always spread warmth through me, but he was harsh when he conveyed the words and that made me spite words back at him and slap him too. Although I knew he was right, the frustration and humiliation that was piercing my heart every time the visuals of the letter, the ink on paper, and the tears marking my cheeks, made my anxiousness and self-spiteness increase made me go lose on him.

I couldn't help but cry. I slapped the only man who appeared to care for me. It felt nostalgic. Before I used to cry on my husband's shoulder, now I am crying on his. Am I betraying him? Am I betraying myself, my emotions, and my love for Kanavan[Husband]? But he doesn't want me. My conscience was belittling me for doing nothing but crying on every problem hurled towards me by life. I hiccupped at the effect of not being able to breath as my tears flowed. I heard him say,

"Rajkumari, Now stop crying....Eat something, you are weak.."

His warmth against the skin of my body made me feel home, something that I craved all these months. The situation, homesickness, and a broken marriage was getting me so frustrated that I didn't want to leave him, let him go, I wanted to keep him with me. My heart was trusting him, despite him being my enemy. He promised me that he will protect me, but for how long? One order from the King and I am beheaded. He will not put a strand of his hair in between the sharp sword and me. He could protect me momentarily and then?

I let go of him, wiping my tears with my fingers. I had embarrassed myself in front of him. I looked at the table in front of me. South Indian delicacies were laid on the plate. Sudden homesickness kicked in, creeping into my tear glands, making a few tears fall. I heard him clicking his tongue in irritation.

"I asked you not to cry....."

I looked at him shaking my head in a 'no', trying to convey that I am not crying. I was weak. Very weak. And it was the thorn in my way. If I wanted to accomplish anything, even a small hurdle made me rely on someone else. Minor to minor situations made me cry. A small cut on my skin, and I made a fuss about it. More or less I was a spoiled princess, Everything was spoon fed to me with a silver spoon. Never have I learned what a problem actually is. My mothers death had a great impact on me but I had a new mother, who took care of me. I forgot her absence, eventually. Tackling a major was not my field of excellence. Whenever one of my branches breaks, instead of growing a new one, I rely on the trunk of another tree to hide. His words made sense. I had to be strong. I had to forget him and not cry over him. Spilling tears for the one who doesn't care even if you cry a river is shameful and humiliating. I didn't even realise when I finished a plate of food. The hunger had controlled my nervous system. I took a deep breath looking at him. But his expression irked me.

He was looking at me with a wide smile. I raised my brows at him.

"You, for the first time, finished a platter of food, sparklessly clean...You are amazing.."

I couldn't help but smile. He complimented me a lot. Much more than what my brother or my Husband, no, ex-husband did. I didn't even know if I deserved them or not.

"You praise me too much.....That too at insignificant things......"

"Then give me a reason to...also..I don't praise people insignificantly...You deserved it so I said...You earned the praise for yourself..."

"Really....You think so..."

"Yes, you are not worthless Princess...You have ample of things which others do not possess...Your mind is as clear as the Ganga and you are as pure and innocent as the Lotus ...Overall you are beautiful, a goddess, from inside out...."

He came closer to me, as he pulled my hand to make me stand. Coming closer he looked into my eyes with those eyes of his, which ignited a different desire in me. It burned all the negativity in me giving rise to an unnamed sensation in my abdomen, urging me to cuddle against him and tell him that he belongs to me. But I shy away from telling him. How can I tell him he is mine?

His pointer traced the bridge of my nose, making me melt in his arms. His hands caress the curve of my bare waist making my eyes close at the superficial feeling of nothingness and belongingness. I felt him tracing my eyelashes slowly, as I inhaled deeply as tingles of electricity surged through my skin ending at my core making me exhale with potential deepness. His touch was making my body warmer and it was different, much different than any other touch I have felt till today. It was beautiful and I craved for more. I felt his fingers dropping down, gliding through my arms, holding my wrists as he examined them. My eyes fluttered open, and my lips closed altogether, as I inhaled the smell of forest and musk against his body.

"See what you did...."

I looked away as the guilty child who had stolen sweetmeat from his mother. He smeared his finger with a little yellow paste and applied it on my wrist. It stung a little but I bore it, not trying to make him pity me again. He bandaged both my wrists with white gauge. I yawned, keeping my hand, gainst my mouth. He chuckled a little before crimson crept to my cheeks.

"You know you look cute when you blush..."

"No..I don't...Thank you for today Kunwarsa..."

"I would appreciate if you call me by my name, at the end of the day, we are friends isn't it"

"What are we? Are we friends? Or do you just pity me?"

He took a deep breath and said,

"I consider you as my friend....Thats it.."

He gave his fluttering smile again. He looked handsome, as he walked away from me, looking at me. The moonlight seared through the chambers, as he left me, there, in his quarter. Alone. I didn't know where to go. I just stood there, waiting in the well lit area. Not knowing where to go, looking out for him. A few heavy steps made me look at him.

He was wearing a plane white upper and an orange lower, his hair wet, dripping water onto his chest. The uttariya was not tied, making my eyes widen at his bare chest, which gleamed in the light. His perfectly toned body made me look away as Chabilli's words struck me. Now I know why they spy on him from behind the vines.

"Oh! You are still here, I thought you must have gone.."

"Actually, um...um..I am...was...going...It's thundering..so"

I stuttered terribly.

"Ooo...I'll send Chabili with you...Dont worry...."

Chabilli accompanied me through the dimly lit pathway, towards the Kamal bhavan. It looked very beautiful at night too. Waking up as the first beam fell on the insides, I walked towards the mirror. My sight fell off a roughly tied parchment. A letter. It had no seal, no stamp, just cheap paper, tied with a jute rope. I looked around.

I picked it up, and the sharp smell of mogra flowers hit me. It brought a smile to my face. As I unwinded the rope and the paper my eyes widened looking at the beautiful Tamil inscriptions on. That's when my sight fell on the lowest of the paper. In bold black was the name inscribbled, AMARTYA.

WHO WAS HE?

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Who do you think that is/

Who wrote the letter?

What's the content of the letter?

Will it be shocking?

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