The Forbidden Marriage

57•सप्तपञ्चाशत्

Minakshi and Damru entered their cozy café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the clinking of cutlery and murmurs of patrons. Damru settled at a table, Minakshi hurried into the bustling kitchen to whip up a quick meal for her son.

Sunila Minakshi and Damru and warmly welcomed them. With a friendly smile, she beckoned them to a table near the window, gesturing for Minakshi to join Damru.

"Good morning, Minakshi! Hello, Damru," Sunila greeted cheerfully. "Please, have a seat. I'll take care of your breakfast today."

Minakshi gratefully sat down, feeling relieved to be in Sunila's familiar and welcoming café. Sunila's husband, bustling behind the counter, caught Minakshi's eye and waved.

"I'll whip up something for both of you," Sunila announced, her enthusiasm contagious. "How about some Maggie?"

Damru nodded eagerly, his stomach rumbling in agreement. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

As Sunila disappeared into the kitchen, Minakshi leaned back, feeling grateful for the kindness shown by her co workers.

"Maa, I'm going to the bathroom," Damru announced before sliding down from his chair.

Minakshi nodded absently, her attention momentarily drawn towards the cafe's entrance as the doorbell chimed, announcing a new arrival.

Trishul, as impeccably stylish as ever in a tailored blue coat, strode into the cafe with purpose, scanning the room. Spotting Minakshi, he smiled warmly and she rose from her seat to greet him.

"I was looking for you," Trishul said, his eyes brightening at the sight of her.

"Good morning! Have you had breakfast?" Minakshi inquired, her smile mirroring his.

"No, I didn't get the chance," Trishul replied. Minakshi nodded understandingly and gestured for him to follow her back to their table.

"Sunila, could you please arrange the breakfast for Trishul as well?" Minakshi called out.

Sunila glanced over at them and beamed, recognizing Trishul. "Oh, Trishul is here too?"

They exchanged warm greetings before Sunila nodded. "Of course, I'll bring it right over."

They settled into their seats, and Trishul began to speak. "Unfortunately, I have to return to Kolkata today for some urgent matters. I'll be back in a week as soon as everything is sorted. It's really urgent, which is why I came here straight after receiving the call."

Minakshi nodded in understanding. "Yes, yes. You must go back. You have so many duties. I was actually wondering how you managed to make time to be here at all?"

"I handle most of my work online, but this particular issue requires my physical presence," Trishul explained.

Just then, Damru approached them, his face lighting up. "King uncle! Gwood morning."

"Good morning, Damru," Trishul greeted warmly, lifting the boy into his arms and planting a soft kiss on his head.

Trishul explained to Damru that he had to leave but promised to return soon. Initially sad, Damru soon understood the responsibilities that came with being a king.

"Okay, I'll let you go," Damru replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I have one demwand. If you can fwulfill it, then you can go."

(Demand) (Fullfill)

"Okay, go ahead!" Trishul encouraged Damru, pulling him closer into an affectionate embrace. Minakshi watched her son with a small smile and a curious furrow of her eyebrows.