Saundarya ~ The Epitome Of Sacrifice

Chap 10- Enchanted

Now..for the cliffhanger, WHO IS AMARTYA?

QUESTION OF THE DAY- WHO DO YOU THINK AMARTYA CAN BE?

Someone from Venkatesh Garh

Someone from CHolas

A well wisher

Kunwarsa

Answer the question before reading further....

NOTE:

THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER AS I HAVE PENDING WORK TO COMPLETE SO YEAH....

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Adiraj's POV,

Sneaking in has become my favourite thing nowadays. I had realised I was abusing my lessons the wrong way. I shouldn't be doing this , but looking at her sleeping figure, I realised all the emotions I had towards her. An underlying feeling of love and the overlying infatuation and care. I couldn't see her cry, never. The last time she cried, anger rushed through my veins. I was not angry at her but at the one who made her cry. But at the end of the day the effect of my biassed rage acted on her. I had to keep my anger under control, at least while dealing with her.

Her soft snores made me realise how innocent she was in this world full of treachery and betrayals.But she was sad. If I could I would have given an extreme brutal death to that husband, no, ex-husband of hers. Right now my sole aim was to make her happy. And I had an idea in mind. I walked towards her beautiful bronze body, laid on a soft mattress, but not covered. She had crouched her knees to her midriff , her hair laid open, scattered , on the other side of the bed. Covering her with the duvet I stepped back.Sweet tendrils of hair fell on her moonlit face. I had noticed she tends to wear mogra flowers on her head, I smirked as the stormy idea developed in my mind. Walking back to my chambers, I lit a diya next to my study. Opening the cheapest sheet of paper I possessed and dipping the tip of the feather in the ink I started, as the lessons of Tamil rushed back to me.

Dear Princess,

Many days I wonder where my peace of mind has run away. The day I saw you, that glimpse of you, I have still held onto it, making sure never to lose something so precious as you, your first vision. I palpitated, I sweated as your picture came into my sight. You are marvelously gorgeous. Those two eyes of yours, and that beautiful smile you possess, Oh! Those two godly feet that I would love to worship and kiss. You are the one who took my peace away with you. You came like an unprepared storm, a never ending calamity that is still going on. Well Good morning,Thangam[Gold].

Your Admirer,

AMARTYA

My lower lip pressed in between my teeth, I was trying to hide my smile. The sun had emerged. In the world of the non-existent I was known as AMARTYA. Many people had tried to kill me, sent behind assassins but were never successful, hence I earned myself the name, AMARTYA, the one who never dies. I remember I had seen her once, in her palace, when she was in her prime. It had been seven years since I had seen her. She was changing her clothes and her bare and smooth back had joined my line of vision. From then on I always wondered who she was. Before her wedding I had again gone to the Palace to get some valuable information and had seen her, as my mind wandered to who she was. Now that she is with me, I still don't know who she is. A princess she is, but that's her identity, I want to know her, who she was, what she wanted.

I walked to the in-built temple where maids were trying to adorn the mother goddess. Picking up a garland of mogra flower from the basket I walked off, not before bowing in front of her, heavenly abode. Putting the flower within the letter, I rolled it, tying it with a common jute rope. Not a whiff of royalty in it.

She wouldn't know it was me...

I felt like a genius at that moment. Climbing up the pillars again I sneaked in. Going near her, as her position had changed since last night. I kept the letter with the flowers softly on the mirror table. I looked at all the jewellery kept on it. She had opened all of them. The white saree she wore, it was sheer and translucent. Every Time I saw her, the diamond on her navel beamed at me as her curves accentuated her body. White complimented her and made me itch to touch her and claim her as mine. I controlled myself deliriously not to kiss her yesterday while applying medicine. She really has to stop wearing white.

I jumped out the window as she shifted in bed.

Sitting on the chair, I thought about her reaction. She must have read the letter by now and I wanted to go, and see, what she is doing? What is her reaction? Is she sad still or beaming with happiness? But I needed an excuse to go see her.

Picking up my bow and arrow I walked towards the bhavan. Entering the archery field I stringed my arrow to the bow. As I pulled it a loud sound of the tuning of the rudra veena fell onto my ears. The abrupt sound made me turn, making the arrow release.

The sound appeared to be coming from behind the vines, covered by the bamboos and flowers. I walked towards it only to see something which enchanted me.

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