What if some cricket couples could be some 'Regal Couple' ?
The story is same like the title itself. Main characters are in cover. Read first chapter for more info.
A group of fishermen assembled at the bank of Godavari (a river of India), the topic of their meeting is decreasing range of fish caused by royal family. Maharaja fixed a certain price of fish so the fishermen aren't getting a good profit. The royals aren't their rulers still they're misusing their remaining administrative power. All are furious but nobody can dare to protest. Yuvraj aka the chief fishermen trying to convince them that fury can't bring justice. At this time his son came running to him with a rolled paper in his hand.
"Bapuuu...."
The boy stopped almost at a half inch distance from his father, panted while giving the paper to him.
"Why are you running beta ?" A caring father asked. "And what is this ?"
"See... today evening the royal family arranged a cultural program on harvesting festival... And they asked me to perform there!"
"Arey, ye to achi baat hai na ? Why are you making angry face ?"
"I won't go! The mischievous family! For them you're not getting proper value of your hardwork"
"And your rejection can push me in more trouble" Yuvraj cupped his son's cute face, "who can say, being satisfied with your performance they could give us a great reward ? Don't be stubborn bachcha. First time they've invited you, get ready and call your co-dancers for evening"
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"How many trees I have to chop bhaiya ? It's damaging ecosystem"
"Bhaiya nhi CAPTAIN! If you won't chop trees, will I chop your hands and legs as firewood ? Or bring electricity by selling you in slave market ?"
"No need captain, you have robbed enough treasure that can supply you all luxuries including elec...ahhh!!"
Before completing the sentence he received a hard kick from captain, enough for throwing him on ground. Other members of the gang presented there didn't dare to help him as...
Captain hissed - "Nalayak! Robbed ? Haan... robbed ? Yes I robbed! I robbed first time at the age of nine years! I robbed a pot of milk to feed my two days hungry brother! Our coward parents died being unable to pay huge tax to the royals! From that time I kept robbing to raise him up! Because nobody was there to help us! And today he's giving me calculation of my robbery!"
Heat vaporizes water. Maybe the captain's burning eyes were trying to vaporize the little particles of water. To cover up them, captain harshly sprinkled bowled water on his face. Till then his brother handled himself.
"I'm sorry bhai... I mean captain. I'm going to bring woods right now... But, please captain, think about our environment, the forest is our saviour, our second mother. Trees are her body parts. My hand jerks up while jabbing them!" The boy plead to captain before taking his axe.
"Stop!" Captain ordered again in his thundering voice; "your hand jerks up ? Okay, don't cut the trees." His brother smiled in gratitude until captain completed. "You noble man can't rob with me, chopping woods was the only work you used to do. Now stop this too. Go to your tent, sit on bed and suck your thumb! Prashant! Rajvardhan!"
"Yes captain!" Both of the upper mentioned boys took their axes while captain snatched his brother's one. "Go!"
Along with Prashant and Rajvardhan, he also came out from Captain's tent. Streaming Godavari is reflecting the sun in front of them. Short Prashant touched his tall shoulder by lifting the hand totally;
"Arey dukhi mat bano Shivam bhai. Who knows captain better than you ? Soft inside, rocky outside. Dekho kuch der baad hi apko apne hathon se khana khilane aa jayenge"
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Whole Ratnagiri is taking part in joy today, specially the farmers. This is a festival on harvesting of crops. First they offers to the nature goddess and earth goddess then harvests the first crop of season. Then lunch with family, friends and relatives and lastly a small cultural function. Simple but most special day for hardworking village people.
The royal family also celebrated the day in respect of them who grows crops of their everyday's plate. Maharaja donates clothes and other things to the poor people. Then they seek blessings from Juhi devi who is called as 'Tapaswini'.
As usual they're busy with their people at morning while Rachin performing special pooja of Mahadev. From washing the black-stoned icon with milk to decorating with multiple garlands - he did by his own hands. Lighting hundred and eight diya (🪔) he jointed hands to seek a bliss;
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"Hey Shambhu! Hey Pashupatinath! You know my mind very well. Please release me from the custody of the bitc.....I mean my bua! I don't believe she's a tapaswini! I believe in you... Only you! Do one thing... Give me a partner like you! Calm, loving and gentle! I can talk with him a lot, as like I talk with you... There nobody listens me in this family... I want another... Please Mahadev! Please Triambakeshwar! Please Shiva..."
"Rachu!"
The thread of hearty prayer broken down as Shahbaaz called him from the boundary of worship room. As usual a shade of disgust emerged on his face while turning at the singer.
"Come fast in the hall... Maharaja, Aunty, Mayank all are waiting for you"
"So let them wait naa! Can't you see I'm not done with my pooja ?"
The elder made face of disbelief. "But you weren't doing pooja chhote Rajkumar! But asking for something"
His grinning and bratty face fueled Rachin's anger. He shouted out cutely - "asking for bliss is also a part of pooja you ignorant!"
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