The Forbidden Marriage

Side Story!

A/N: Side stories don't have any connection with the actual plotline. It's just that the characters are the same.

This side story is following a story line where Minakshi and Trishul both are still in Gurukul, and Mohini didn't enter his life, but he just started getting visions of (Adult) Minakshi and started painting her.

Storyline: What if Trishul met Minakshi in his teens?

Minakshi's Age: 10 years old
Trishul's Age: 15 years old

The forest was a haven of tranquility, its serenity broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional call of birds. Shafts of sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. The scent of earth and blooming flowers hung in the air, blending with the distant murmur of a stream.

Minakshi moved gracefully through the foliage, her red saree a vivid splash of color against the greens and browns of the forest. Her hair, still damp from her morning shower, clung to her back in gentle waves, and a single hibiscus flower adorned her ear, a crimson jewel in her dark tresses. In her hand, she carried a woven basket, already brimming with a colorful array of flowers, collected for the Shivratri garlands she would soon weave.

Each step was deliberate, her small hands reaching out to pluck blossoms with a careful touch. Her eyes, wide and curious, took in the beauty around her, a serene smile playing on her lips as she hummed a soft tune.

Not far away, Trishul rode his horse with the confidence of someone accustomed to mastery. Clad only in a dhoti, his muscular upper body was adorned with the sacred Janeu and a gold chain, an heirloom that glinted in the dappled sunlight. His quiver was slung across his back, arrows ready for the practice set by his guru.

His sharp eyes focused intently on the targets hidden within the forest depths. Still and moving marks had been placed strategically to challenge his skills. With each arrow released, a satisfied smirk curled on his lips as he hit his marks with unerring precision.

Suddenly, a movement near a tree caught his eye. Assuming it was another practice target, he nocked an arrow and let it fly. The arrow found its mark, but the reaction was unexpected.

"Ahh!" A soft, feminine cry pierced the air.

Trishul's eyes widened in shock and horror. Had he just injured someone? Urgency propelled him forward, his horse galloping towards the source of the sound. As he approached, the sight that met his eyes was both startling and oddly endearing.

Minakshi dangled from a tree branch, her saree snagged by the arrow that had pinned her in place. Tears streaked her cheeks as she struggled to free herself, her basket of flowers scattered on the ground below.

Trishul couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. "Looks like I've caught a bunny," he thought, amusement dancing in his eyes.

At the sound of his laughter, Minakshi turned her tear-streaked face towards him, her heart skipping a beat. Recognition dawned swiftly. It was Trishul, the prince of Durga Kul, the very prince she was destined to marry once she came of age, and her biggest crush.

Trishul dismounted from his horse, his movements graceful and assured. He approached the struggling girl with a mixture of concern and amusement, his eyes softening as he took in her teary face. Gently, he plucked the arrow from her saree and helped Minakshi down from the tree. She blushed furiously, her head bowed, her wet hair forming a curtain over her face.