Saundarya ~ The Epitome Of Sacrifice

Chap 34- Worry

SO...I have been thinking that there are these readers who are silently enjoying and not voting...Hope you understand the amount of effort we writers give to build a plot,character, dialogues and story line. Hence, a humble request to please hit the star button below, and make our day with that one notification that pops on our screen "__ has voted on your story"

Thank you. Let's start..

NOTE: DON'T ASK ME WHY IT IS RAINING IN JODHPUR, THAT TOO IN THE MONTH OF NOVEMBER...ITS FICTIONAL....FOrget the scientific explanation for a while.

__________________________________

Saundarya's pov,

I saw him, walking away with his back towards me, desperate. I wanted him to turn back and look at me, once, letting me delve into his features, which might be laced with hurt. I sighed as a few drops of tears landed on my lap, my mind went blank, into nothingness.

I kept sitting there, minutes turned into hours and hours turned into night time, the ghastly night, the moon hidden behind the cruel translucent clouds, filled with water droplets, unable to hold its sadness anymore it poured, the rain was not heavy, but was unprecedented.

The surroundings turned cooler, and gushes of wind was deflecting the rain drops, making some splatter right into my room, falling on me as I had taken shelter, near the window peering outside, my nostrils catching the smell of wet and humid mud, the softness and the scent of mother earth of whom we are all children, cradles in her arms.

The rain was empathising with me, both crying in hurting our loved ones. The guilt I was facing was indescribable. A feeling of void was creeping up to my heart as if something was about to happen, something inauspicious. My lips trembled and I shuddered as the cool wind touched, making my hair in the nape stand, climbing up holding my skin. I moved away from the window, wrapping a rust orange shawl around myself, as the rain slowly succumbed into a vegetative existence.

I sighed. The burden of my lie was still gaping at me in wonder. I hated lying. Especially to someone I love. I had called him a liar, despite not being angry that he knew Tamil, and he was Amartya. In fact I was relaxed at the fact that he was the one, but then it hit me. He loved me, much before than I ever saw him with endearment. He had fallen for me maybe the day he saw me. Love at first sight was surely possible.

Love and Hate. These two words carry great weight. Once you say you love a person, your heart and mind must scream that you love that person, your actions must justify that you love that person, obsession and love are two different and far off. An obsessed person will never give you space, not oblige to your opinions, and neither care for you, it's just their own selfishness they want to fulfil.

I cannot even say if I hate Nallasivan for what he did, rather hate is a strong word. Despise, yes, grudge, yes, but hate, no.

I got myself fitted into a cotton saree, draping it loosely around myself, leaving my hair open, as I had just covered myself with the duvet, the door burst open.

Chabili rushed towards me, a bowl in her hand, and carnage visible in her face, she was panting, her breath ragged as she said.

"Kunwarsa......he is hurt....you must go to him..."

My eyes widened in fear, worry gripped my soul in a death grip, my hands trembled and uneasiness nibbled at me. I was still for a while. Hurt. HE IS HURT?

It was almost as if my heart leaped out at the sudden mention of him getting hurt. I stared at her in utter disbelief and fear, the glimpses of him, completely bathed with blood, was blurring my vision, how he dishevelled my brother, how my brother screamed when his gets were laid out. I did not want to lose him, not again.