Mohini- Rise Of Queen

77. Painful Past

Mohini POV 

*9 years ago* 

I am pretending like I am on a horse as our cart moves and shakes us. 

I laugh as my body moves here and there. 

I giggle playing with Aai's bangles. 

Suddenly my eyes fall on a beautiful and colourful bird, outside sitting on a tree. 

My eyes widen in wonder and I try to lean out trying to see it. 

My cart has moved forward but my eyes try to seek out the bird as I try to lean out to see it. 

My hands slip and I feel Aai pulling me back. 

I look up to see her glaring at me with those soft eyes. 

She scolds me, 

'Kya kar rahi thi Mohini, aap? Kitni baar kaha hai ki chalte rath se munh bahar mat nikala kariye.' 

'What were you doing Mohini? How many times I have you told not to lean out of the moving chariot?' 

I tuck my chin down and reply her with tears in my voice, 

'Hum toh uss panchhi ko dekh rahe the.' 

'I was just looking at that bird.' 

I feel her hands framing my face as she raises them and says with a smile, 

'Then also, be careful with yourself, okay?' 

I smile instantly and nod my head. She shakes her head at my silliness then drags me to her. 

She starts tickling me which shakes my body. 

I start laughing with her and she hugs me to her, saying, 

'Aap humari sabse pyaari gudiya hai.' 

'You are my most beloved doll.' 

She then kisses my cheek and forehead while I shyly giggle and duck my head down. 

I lean on my mother feeling sleepy. 

My mood drops as I remember something. I wiggle out of her grasp then turn to her. 

She looks down on me with a frown and I say, 

'Aai, Kya Baba humse aur Dada se prem nahi karte?' 

'Aai, doesn't Baba love me and Dada?' 

Her eyes flashes with anger but she smiles to me instantly while shaking her head and says, 

'No he loves you and Ramaji so much that he will give his life for you, he loves me too see that's why he gave you the matching bangles like me.' 

She shows me her 'Tode' which my father gifter her when he asked her hand in marriage. 

Just before going to my maternal grandparents house. 

I play with it for a second trying to understand what she is saying. 

I look up at her and ask her again, 

'Toh woh humare saath kyun mama ke tarah nahi khelte?' 

'So why doesn't he play with us like a uncle?' 

Her smiles drops but she pastes it back saying, 

'Mohini your father is a king of a very big empire, he doesn't have time to play with you all, plus you always spend time with him in his lab for his medicine research.'