"Why did you never tell me you have a weak heart?", Medhasvini demanded as she stomped up to Avyukt while he was busy fixing the saddle on his horse.
"A thank you would suffice...", he replied nonchalantly, continuing with his work.
"Don't beat around the bush, this isn't about the dress.", she spoke, sounding dead serious.
He turned around, his easy nature not faltering as he said,
"How could I have fallen in love with you so easily if it weren't for a weak heart?"
Avyukt's smirk irked Medhasvini.
"Can you not joke for once! How do you even know for sure that you're in love with me!"
She flailed her hands around with irritation. A hint of fear glittering his her eyes, like a lone lotus in a muddy pond. Something in them made Avyukt lose his playfulness and walk to her. Holding her by her shoulders, he stared with a determined reassurance which made Kridha soften her sharp worry lines, fading into a shadow of sadness.
Without a second thought, in the impulse of the moment, she wrapped her hands around his waist and held onto him like he'd vaporize into thin air if she left.
"There there.", he patted her back, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
She quickly left at the realisation of her actions and moved a step back, clearing her throat.
"That.....was inappropriate. I apologise."
His smirk came back in place smoothly, giving her a teasing glance.
"Nothing to worry about....can't say I didn't enjoy it", he murmured the latter part, scratching his head, failing to understand how audible he was.
Medha looked at him pointedly, wiggling her eyebrows weirdly and moving her head like she was swatting a fly away. His face screamed confusion, his eyes darting around to find what is wrong.
"Uh...pr-pranipat Rajkumar Avyukt. The hay you ordered for the horse...", a voice behind Avyukt spoke up.
There stood a maid, standing like a deer caught in headlights.
Both Avyukt and Medhasvini turned crimson instantly. Quickly taking the hay and thanking her for it, he started feeding his horse, trying to seem less guilty. But the maid hadn't stayed any longer than she needed to.
Catching each other's stare, they broke down in peals of laughter, tears swelling up along the way.
"How long do you think it'll take for rumours to spread amongst the others?", Avyukt asked in between giggles.
"Not even a whole day.", chuckled Medha.
"Well, I'm guessing you already have the answer to my question, huh?"
"Don't tease me"
"I'm taking that as a yes.", Avyukt declared while mounting the horse.
Taking long strides backwards, with a layer of mischief, Medhasvini replied,
"Never"
"Rajkumariyon, we have reached Hastinapur.", a soldier announced.
Subhadra stretched out her hands and legs, which were numb by then. A yawn took over her, squeezing her eyes into tiny beads. The two other princesses followed her suit and got down.
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Wisdom of the Wounds
Historische RomaneShe is strength She is gentleness She is truth She is justice She is a mother She is a child She is the epitome of beauty with brains, she is calm as the sea but fierce like the waves. Love her, she will not let you go. Disrespect her, you will not...
