Mishka - The gift of Love

41|| Fragments of the Past

Rajvardhan POV: 

There was a storm building in my chest after what I just witnessed. I always knew there was something strange with Mishi being too jumpy sometimes. Not always but sometimes, but what I never realised was that it could be so traumatic that she could have nightmares. 

Right now she is laying peacefully in my arms, I could listen to her heartbeats whole night. It is giving me a soothing effect, letting me know she's safe and in my arms and not scared somewhere, helpless. 

I did drift to sleep at some point but now my mind wants answers, hence I gently remove my hand and put the balnket over my beautiful wife's body and walked out of my chamber only to find darkness outside. It was still too early for the sun to rise but I couldn't sleep peacefully anymore, infact I couldn't sleep at all. 

"Yuvraj, aap unse nahi mil sakte hain! Aap suryauday ke pashchaat hi iss kaksh main ghus sakte hain. Unhe araam ki sakht zarurat hai aapko yeh samjhna padega!" Meri nazar achanak se awaz ki taraf padi jahan par Suman, Yuvraj ko Vaanya ke kaksh main jaane se rok rahi thi. 

"Yuvraj, you cannot meet her! You can only enter this chamber after sunrise. She needs rest, and you must understand that!" My gaze suddenly shifted towards the voice where Suman was stopping Yuvraj from entering Vaanya's chamber.

I moved towards the voice and stopped at a distance only for Suman to yell at him, "Humne mana kar diya to kar diya, yeh Mishka ka aadesh hai ke unse bina puche koi bhi mardd Vaanya ke kaksh main nahi ghus sakta chahe woh unke bhai hi kyu na ho!" 

"I am refusing you, and that's final. This is Mishka's order that no man can enter Vaanya's chamber without her permission, even if it is her brother!"

"Main uska bhai nahi hun, aur tum zara sambhal ke rehna warna kisi din iss zubaan ki wajah se koi tumhe sazaye maut na dede." Itna keh ke Yuvraj gusse main apne kaksh ki aur chala gaya. 

"I'm not her brother, and you better watch your tongue, or one day, someone might sentence you to death because of it." Saying this, Yuvraj stormed off towards his chamber in anger. I wanted to go after my fuming brother but what was more interesting was looking at Suman who seemed different from the one I have always known. 

"You don't need to hide behind the pillar, Hukum. Whatever you are thinking would be better to ask me first hand rather than assuming things." Suman exclaimed before turning her focus towards me completely. 

"Who are you Suman? Because my brother might not have noticed the dagger hidden underneath your saree but nothing goes unnoticed from me." I asked with a raised eyebrow. 

She looked at me as if she was thinking about whether to deny the fact or say something convincing. But the next moment she did something that made me question my own self. She looked straight in my eyes and said, "I miscalculated, I thought she was the one who was trying to kill Mishi." She said looking towards Vaanya's chamber.

"What do you mean?" I asked out of curiosity. This conversation was alread weird and Suman's behaviour was making it weirder minute by minute. 

"I almost came running inside your chamber when Mishi was reliving her nightmare." Suman walked a little towards me but her gaze was set on the chamber where my wife was sleeping. 

"She used to have those nightmares every single night! I... I used to sing lullaby to calm her down and she would forget it in the morning." Suman said, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

I stood there, stunned by Suman's words. The weight of what she had just revealed settled heavily in my chest. I had always sensed something was off with Mishka, but I had never imagined it ran this deep. The thought of her suffering through nightmares every single night, with Suman by her side to comfort her, was both heartbreaking and infuriating. How could I have been so oblivious?

Suman's eyes were still fixed on Vaanya's chamber, her voice soft but steady as she continued, "I tried my best to protect her, to shield her from the horrors of her past. But some wounds... they never truly heal. They just get buried deep inside, waiting to resurface."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice calm. The frustration and guilt were threatening to consume me. How could I protect Mishka from a past I didn't even know about?

Suman finally looked at me, her expression unreadable. "Because it wasn't my story to tell. Mishka needed to trust you enough to share it herself. And she did, in her own way, tonight."

Her words struck me like a hammer. Mishka's trust was a fragile thing, something that had been slowly building over time. I had to be patient, to let her come to me when she was ready. But knowing that she had been reliving her trauma every night while I slept beside her, unaware, was almost too much to bear.

"I need to know everything, Suman," I said, my voice firm with determination. "I can't protect her if I'm kept in the dark."

Suman hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I'll tell you what I can, but you must understand that some things are better left in the past. Mishka has fought hard to get where she is now. Reopening old wounds might do more harm than good."

I nodded, though the resolve in my chest didn't waver. "I'll be the judge of that. If there's anything that can help me keep her safe, I need to know."

Suman sighed, a heavy, resigned sound. "Very well. But promise me one thing, Hukum. Promise me you'll be gentle with her. She's been through more than you can imagine."

"I promise," I said, the words coming out as more of a vow than a simple statement. I would protect Mishka, no matter what. And I would do it in a way that wouldn't cause her any more pain.

As Suman began to speak, recounting the fragments of Mishka's past that she knew, I felt a storm of emotions building inside me—anger at those who had hurt her, sorrow for the pain she had endured, and an overwhelming sense of responsibility. Mishka was my wife, my love, and I would do whatever it took to ensure she never had to relive those nightmares again.

But as the details unfolded, one thing became clear: the danger wasn't just in her past—it was lurking somewhere in our present as well. And I would have to face it head-on if I wanted to protect the woman I loved.

Now it's not just Aryagarh that needs protection but rather the Queen of Aryagarh too! 

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