Saundarya ~ The Epitome Of Sacrifice

Chap 32 - Distance

Hence we will continue after what happened. Brace yourself.

UNEDITED, COMMENT THE MISTAKES

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Saundarya's POV,

My ears bled. I had heard it. He was getting engaged. To a young girl, beautiful, intelligent and worthy. A girl, who was honed into perfection to be the Kunwaranisa of The Rajputana kingdom.

It was not unrequited love. We both loved each other, yet the fear that engulfed me on knowing that he was getting engaged was biting my head off, anxiety and sadness laced my features. A tear was threatening to slip out as I was adorning myself in a royal blue sari, getting myself decorated and ornate with gold. I sniffled as I stared at my reflection, looking into my own eyes, as I pulled a line of kohl under it accentuating by beauty, Bronze beauty he had said.

The episode of yester night had not left the premises of my memory, it played and replayed but everytime it was interrupted by that faceless beauty whom he was engaged to.

I was never made for love. I loved someone only to be painfully shredded away from him, and what could we possibly do. There were already rumours flowing in on how he spent the night in my place. I had already been given the name of a seducing witch, who had wrapped him around my finger.

I couldn't help the tear that ran down my cheek leaving its implication on how desperate I was for love, only to get someone whom I loved selflessly, getting selfless love in return, but God had other plans. He had poured a bucket of melancholy on me, my head before I was born.

My birth took my mother away as after six years of it, she died. My father cared less, though giving all the wealth and luxury required. My brothers provided me protection, but love, only him.

"You shouldn't cry you know..."

"But..I cannot control my tears anymore Chabili ... .this reflex has already gotten out of hand.."

"Fight for it....I have seen how your eyes view him..how much love you have assembled in your heart for him...I have seen how he treats you with utmost respect and love..you need to fight for it, with him..I know he won't leave your hand, he will be along, with you..."

"I am tired...exhausted from fighting so much ... .I just want peace ... .is that too much to ask for...why is it always me Chabili?..."

"All I can say is that...He must be going through the same...his heart must also be clenching at the thought of marrying someone else....He needs you and at the same time you need him....If a threat comes in, then you push it aside....I may be young, but I can assure you...he doesnt open up too much...but he did with you ... .Don't leave his side.."

A shake breath left its confinement. I looked at her through the mirror. A sad grimace on her face, along with laden bravery, a scarce expression, stark contrast of how I saw her the first time I met her. She seemed much aged and matured for her age. She looked experienced for her age, she didn't look like a mere sixteen year old girl who dreams about her prince charming, but somebody who has suffered enough to distinguish the good and the bad, the holy and the evil, somebody who has faced the devil of the society.

"You loved him.......didn't you.."

A subtle smile on her face, as she looked up at me, a dreamy look and then concealed, as if she knew her fate, as if she knew what she was going to utter next.