The great war in between the two of the greatest kingdoms occurred. The Cholas and the Rajputs.
She was the captive and he was the captivator.
She was the princess who was committed to someone else, tied by the strong thread of marriage. She was che...
I saw her sleeping face, she was asleep, completely unaware that we were getting married tomorrow. I had gone to the goldsmith to get a pendant necklace done, something she deserves, a gift that I always wanted to give her.
A gold lotus pendant with an emerald stuck in the middle. She was just like a lotus, pure and collected, just like the lotus remains void of the mud even after rising from the murkiness, powerful and resilient, she grew tall upon the support provided, a stretch nobody else possesses, a sense of patience, she carries herself with regality a sense of wisdom in the air, wherever she goes she spreads humanity and care, love and generosity. She was unique, a beauty with brains.
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Just imagine a emerald in the middle
And she was mine, I belonged to her and so did she to me. I pulled her onto my chest as she snuggled in more. I lied to her about the work. It was just me and the others discussing and preparing for the marriage. We sent out invitations, a gold laden invite to VENKATESH GARH, some other to Afghan and Raunakgarh. Not only that, Surya was getting married tomorrow too, but in Raunakgarh with the princess there. A whole lot of preparations were done, including the shopping with the women, for her and for me. I had no idea what to do and not to do, all I did was roam about, and nod my head at the opinions asked to me.
The sun shone high, a slight smell of mogra hit my nostrils. I inhaled deeply as I saw her standing in front of the mirror, with wet hair, falling over her waist, clad in a maroon and golden plain saree, she was adorning herself. She had a slight smile on her face, as she caressed teh gold pendant that I had put around her neck yester night.
She chuckled as I wished her,
"Good morning, my lotus...You look as if you just bloomed out of the water..."
I walked up to her, and locked my hands onto her waist. I noticed her breath hitch as I took a sniff of her hair, which smelled so different, an infectiously addictive one. I turned her around as she mouthed a thank you to me. I just kissed the tip of her nose, afraid of a bad breath.
But she had forgotten the existence of bad breath, bringing her mouth closer she pecked no, sucked my lip, her kiss dripping with love and care, as her hands fisted my collar. Letting me go, depriving me of the forming ecstasy, my morning wood not helping me in any way, she whispered,
"When did you come back last night?"
Ignoring her words, I said,
"You don't need to get ready, we are......marrying today..."
She stilled for a while, contemplating and absorbing my words, before sporting a shocked expression as she didn't find any hesitation in my eyes.
"We....what...I"
The door was knocked, as she went to open the door, I slipped out of the window, not wanting to be caught with her again. The distant sounds of the peacock were heard from my Mahal, as my heart buzzed in me, only to think how she would look in the lehenga I bought her.
Within seconds I was changed into a yellow kurta and white dhoti, with my hair in half updo. Sitting on a low tool, my family members flooded in, putting haldi on my face, along with teasing and bickering, some fun, and throwing haldi at each other.
Finally a pitcher of water was poured upon me, slowly, making me shiver, which made the cotton kurta stick to my skin. I took a bath, my body was cleansed thoroughly with milk, more turmeric, sandal and other bathing oils and soaps, I could almost feel my skin burning.
It was evening when I was ready with a cream coloured upper, with a maroonish red lower and angavastram. A red sehra on my head, and a dagger tucked in on my waist band. My knee bounced with anticipation, my heart clenched and jumped on the fact that I was finally getting married to the love of my life, the one whom I always wanted, the one whom I almost lost, but I pulled her back. I may sound selfish, but without her, my existence is null.
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Finally called onto the mandap, I sat, waiting for her, until the heavy sound of the payal reached my ears, and my eyes gaped in wonder, a nymph from heaven had descended, a waist chain hugging her curvaceous waist and her lower skirt were the only things visible from afar. As she came near, her face came into view, only her lips and chin visible, tinted with berries, she came closer and sat by my side, a clear waft of jasmine in the air, I could see the faintest of the smile on her face.
My eyes teared up, and a tear slipped out at the excruciating pain of happiness which I clenched in me so that I don't kiss her in front of everyone, and that when we stood up for the Pheraas.
