H I M
The one he'd die for, wanted to kill him the same,
But death would be a guest he'd welcome, if she promised to sit by his grave.
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H E R
If there was a list of all the sins she was t...
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Her father wished she was never born.
Atleast that's what Sanyukta had heard from the maids of the castle. There were gossips about the king's hatred for his daughter and his probable attempts at killing her by poisoning her.
Sanyukta knew her father better than the outsiders of the castle. She knew he had never once patted her on the back or caressed her face, but she was also aware of the truth that he would never try to stab her behind her back.
She beleived it until she had found a snake lying on her bed.
She wished her ten-year old self had realized it sooner, if she had, she would have killed the snake before it could have bitten her. But she didn't. The two spots of blue dots on her ankle were the proof of it. She'd screamed the most wretched of screams but the castle seemed to have gone deaf for no one came to her help. Her body had went pale, her eyes brimming with tears, effervescence of bitter saliva coming out of her mouth untilh she had passed out.
When she'd opened her eyes, she was lying in her mother's lap. Her worried eyes met Sanyukta's lifeless ones and she had pulled her daughter in a tight embrace, holding her close to her as if she'd never let go, trailing down featherlike kisses across her hair.
Her father had kept his hand on her head for the first time that day.
And that's how she remembered the incident till date, not as the day she was poisoned.
But as the day her father had been affectionate towards her for the first time.
As Sanyukta reminisced her past, the bitter truth of her present pulled her back into it's embrace, holding onto her like she were a grudge.
She had been waiting in her father's chambers since the past hour, her patience a thin flame which was about to be extinguished. Her fathers rooms were the largest in the castle, dimly lit by the lamps that beamed radiance into it, the mahagony furniture adding to the lush luxury that elucidated his position at the court, the silk curtains and the fragrance of hyacinths captured the attention of anyone who visited him.
She stood straighter, her hands folded, lips sealed as she heard footsteps approaching her, the marble floor warning her with every 'thwak'.
Her father's looming figure stopped in front of her, her eyes watching his feet clad in the mojadi as they came to a halt. She didn't move her eyes up until his father began addressing her.
"You turn Twenty, three suns from today. You realize what it means Sanyukta? "
That I'll be married off to the enemy like a scapegoat? Yes, I realize. Sanyukta thought but did not voice them. Instead, she nodded.
"But I don't think you do. If you did, you wouldn't have pulled the little stunt last night. " Sanyukta could feel her father's unforgiving eyes upon her but she simply dropped her gaze, ashamed. She kept quite, words failing her like traitors.
