"𝑯𝒊𝒔 Bindani "

12. Divorce ✨

Hey yrra's 🩷 ,

College is going well, and I'm feeling much happier now. I was a bit confused at first, but things are starting to fall into place.

I'm just missing my mom a lot today since it's her birthday. ❤️

I've just finished writing this chapter. Since I'm still getting used to the new routine, it's taking me a bit of time to adjust.

But don't worry, next Sunday's post will be on time!

Happy reading ✨

Raghav's pov

At 31, I find myself grappling with a profound sense of disorientation and regret. I've spent my life pursuing goals set by others, distant from the land and legacy that rightfully belong to me. My parents, in their pursuit of giving me the best education and discipline, sent me abroad. They envisioned a path for me far removed from the traditions and responsibilities of our homeland. Yet, in doing so, they overlooked a fundamental truth: I am not just any individual. I am an Indian by birth, and destined to be a king of Rajasthan. How could I possibly forget the kingdom, the land, and the country that shaped my identity? The disconnect I feel now is not merely geographical but deeply personal. My heart longs to reconnect with my heritage, to embrace the role that I was always meant to fulfill.

I understand now that my parents had their reasons for sending me away from my kingdom. They wanted to protect me from the burdens of leadership and the complexities of our empire. Yet, their choices left me feeling isolated and disconnected, left to navigate life on my own.

Then she entered my life, and her presence confused me deeply. Despite my anger and ego, despite my attempts to remain detached, there was something about her that drew me in. I am aware of my own selfishness in this, but when my eyes met hers, a surprising thought surfaced in my mind: *Maa sa*. She feels like family in a way I haven't experienced before. While my duties and responsibilities to the kingdom have always kept me distant from my parents, she somehow feels different. She feels like a piece of home that I didn't know I was missing.

She stands apart from everyone else I've known. There are moments when I crave her presence, wishing she were always by my side, filling the space that feels so empty without her. Yet, paradoxically, there are times when it feels like there's an unbridgeable distance between us, as if nothing truly connects us despite everything. The emotions she stirs in me are complex and conflicting, leaving me in a constant state of longing and uncertainty.

**Mana mujhse galti huyi hai,**

(Admittedly, I made a mistake,)

**magar mujhe ye ab achhi lagne lagi h.**

(but I've started to appreciate it now.)

**Uska bss hona hi kafi hai.**

(Her mere presence alone is enough.)

**Khyal karna nhi aata tha mujhe.**

(I didn't know how to care.)

**Vo aayi to sikha hai.**

(But she came and taught me.)

**Kisi ke sath bss chup baith khana,**

(Simply sitting quietly and eating with someone,)

**khane meh sukoon hai ye uske baad sikha hai.**

(I learned this peace in meals only after she arrived.)