Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

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Abhinandan POV

It was the day I was waiting for not-so-patiently.

I hated stars now, too, because I knew they would betray me. Everyone was doing the same. It was like an end that seemed near and certain, and the people were choosing sides. My family had already declared it towards my enemy, my former best friend. The friend with whom I had shared everything related to my teenage life; I even trusted him enough to allow him to walk into my Kingdom.

I was seventeen when he stepped into Mahabaleshgarh with me. I invited him—my first ever biggest mistake. The day was still as clear as the pond's water, my hand waving in.

It was just a dining thing. My parents seemed sceptical about it, but I assured them he had no enmity towards us. Now, they rightly blamed me because I earned their trust, too, to let Rudra have a family. He made me believe it. He never talked about parental history. And it was the second biggest mistake of my life: seeing what he wanted me to see.

He left the next day after dinner, and our friendship grew even more vital. He would come to meet me often, and knowing how the King of Suryagarh, Surgami Dev Singh, was treating him widened the hole of sympathy in my heart for him.

Sympathy: I would never have sympathy for anyone. There are specific rules to live. And I would follow them. I would hang all the culprits to death and protect the innocents when I came into power.

Power was all that I needed to remove my prime enemy. Rudra Dev Singh.

And it was time for the show.

"Yuvraj, the soldiers are ready," An informer's voice caught my attention. He had his head bent forward.

"Let's go," I decided, stood up, and walked towards the main exit of the Kingdom. My horse and the troop of soldiers were waiting for me.

I climbed my horse and kicked him a little to get him moving. The soldiers followed me behind as we marched towards the decided place. I wanted to avoid catching everyone's attention by implementing my plan in Pratapgarh. It belonged to my father after he won it from my mother's brother, Abhidev Pratap Singh, before their marriage.

I knew little about their marriage, but I had an idea that they did not like each other for quite some time, even after their wedding. Even my mother used to call him an animal often.

They have a great bond. It was like completing each other. I wanted something like this for my sister, Nandani. I knew everyone called her smarter and braver than me. But, the truth was she was only outspoken, and I was not.

People are always in a hurry. They believe what they see, what they are told, and what they do. No one tries to verify if it's true or not, if it's genuine or not. My parents fought a lot. They had different opinions and serious conversations; sometimes, they would drag their past into it, too. But deep down, they always understood each other and stood together, which was beautiful.

Knowing that a person has more to say than he speaks is genuine. Nobody understood me because I never talked much. Nandani always speaks. Always. She always had to say what she wanted, what she did not like and what she expected others to do for her.

Maybe that's why she had a story to tell, to convince others, and I was charged with the sins.

But be it as it was. I did not care who hated, loved, or considered me a culprit.

I was the victim. People betrayed me. Everyone could have forgiven Rudra for what he did, but I would never. Even if it was love between Rudra and Nandani, he was still the culprit of mine. He betrayed me.