Seasons- Golden Hours

🍷Stained Letter🍷

Agastya

"And remember this is not about Revenge but about the right person for the throne." Kakasa hands me a letter that my father wrote before I was even born. His words ring into my ears as the chilly air of London blows.

Dear Agastya,

I hope you read it when you turn 25. Given the circumstances, the enemies of our crown have been increasing and your mother's heath is detonating everyday. Your father can fight the devil for everyone here but how could he fight from the internal conflicts?

Beneath my nose, I had no idea when the people I handpicked myself turned against me for the power. Politics is a dirty game child! I am going to be publicly executed after your birth and this is probably and sadly my last letter to you.

I hope you get the eyes of your mother and bravery of our Rajvanshi Blood.

I am leaving you in the care of my best friend who is settled in London. Inder Bhaisa would give you all the necessary education he is far from politics but still knows everything.

I believe it son, you would be our next king.

Kakasa stands in front of me, I saw myself how his hair have turned into a light shade of grey. He has been making me read this letter since I was 18 because he thinks why to wait for 25?

I always wondered where my mother went after my birth. He said she died while giving birth to me, maybe I was bigger than a normal child. Something happens every time I read this letter. The words are not disturbing but the condition of letter is.

The blood drops on the yellow page, his fingers imprints when he probably tried to hide the letter.

The fuckers did not wait for his execution date but killed him beforehand.

My limbs shake and a stinging pain lands on my calves when a sharp iron rod lands on it. "Rajvanshis don't shake like a chicken!" Inder Kaka's voice echoes in my room, in my limbs and everywhere inside my body.

I keep the letter on the wooden table beside me, nodding slowly. "What color were my mother's eyes?" He says nothing but stand in a fighting position holding the iron rod in his hand, signing me to come forward and battle.

I hold the iron rod placed beside me and proceed to smash on him, he dodges it. "You said you will tell me when I turn 25. Are my mother's eyes brown?" He slam the rod on my lower back but the pain doesn't feel anything to me.

"Win from me and I will tell you." He locks both my hands and I twist my wrist to remove myself from his grip. In another slam, the buttons of his shirt tucks open from the iron rod.

"Now tell me." he laughs looking out from the window.

"I see..." he turns and walk away.

"Tell me Kakasa!" I held his hand, he stops facing the window.

"It was dark green Agastya. Your mother's eyes." I suck in a breath looking at the ceiling. "There was only one female with dark green eyes in our whole Hastak Rajya." The pause kills me. "It was hers." He leaves the next moment leaving me with the handwritten, blood cladded letter, two Iron rods, and disappointment.

I look at myself in the mirror. My brown eyes, a cut on the eyebrow, thick beard. I am nothing like my mother. My father hoped I could have her eyes- dark green eyes but- I punch the mirror, blood rush out from my knuckles and a weird satisfaction fills inside me, waiting for that blood rushing through my knuckles to my palm.

Kakasa said it's not about Revenge but the right person for the throne. I read literature about my Hastak Rajya and my father Maharaj Vikram Rajvanshi was anything but wrong for the throne.

It is about the fucking Revenge!

Something starts to pulsate inside my head and a glint of green eyes comes in front of me. Big doe green eyes and a smile. Her smile is drowning me. My heart almost leaves my body and weird voices starts to come from my internals.

What would my life would be if I was not a royal blood? My eyes turn towards the kids going to school, their parents dropping them. The couple that always took window seat in the cafe in front. I step out from the hall with blood dripping out from my hands.

What would it be like to go to school like a normal kid? To not own a business at 18, living out from a country in an isolated place. Changing my name, address and everything from time to time.

What is it like to live a normal and one life instead of running from people I don't even know?

My steps forwards towards a cafe, the owner is busy reading several books with her specs on. She greets me with a smile on her face. "Welcome to cafe Delight! I am Mahika, how may I help?"

"Anything just nothing too sweet." I clench on the counter and another voice almost digs into my head.

"Nothing too sweet? Get a life!" How dare she tell me what to do? I raise my eyes to see a girl wearing a bright lime green top, her hair were chopped and cut short, she was wearing a 'I Love Baking' apron, her nose pin reflected the sunlight that I didn't even noticed because all my attention turned towards her forest green eyes. "I know I am pretty." She flipped her hair dramatically and passed me a cup.

"I am sorry, she is my best friend and came here to meet me."

"Yes! I bunked from my summer vacations and Oh god you look terrible!" She looks into my eyes. "Your cheeks are red are you fine?" She hands me a donut. "You need Sugar! Don't worry I am studying psychology." She winks and something thumps in my heart.

I turn my back from them and take a normal chair. The owner whisper something to that girl and she nodded, trying to understand. I took a sip of my coffee and of course she made it extra sweet.

But she was right about it, the sweetness went inside my brain and healed me in a weird way.

Inder Kakasa walked inside the cafe with a frowny face but weirdly he didn't say anything when he saw me sucking the soul out of that delicious coffee in my hand. He walked out from the cafe.

It isn't like him. He would have made me do 100 push ups at the spot for consuming junk food. But I sipped on something like that after 8 years and it tasted heavenly.

My eyes started wandering to find that pair of forest green eyes, she was busy wiping the counters and greeting everyone with a smile. She was trying to reach the coffee jar placed on the above shelf, her crop top reached above and her waist was getting displayed.

I noticed some old men taking their fill of her body so I stood up with my coffee and helped her to get the jar. She looks young and full of energy, her green eyes are of a healer and I am sorry dear ancestors for looking at her waist like that. It was golden, her skin. Like a precious gold needed to be kept safe.

"Thanks dude!" She poked me by her elbow and walked away from there with a smile on her face.

Dude? What does that mean?

Something about her carefree attitude pissed me off or maybe made me jealous. I wish I was like her who could smile at everyone instead of thinking if they are going to kill me.

I hope this stranger stays like this forever.

Agastya pov finally! Oh so I forgot to mention that Eshani has green eyes? Well Agastya did😉 Thankyou for so much Love that you showered for Samar and Adhira in previous book and I hope you will do the same for our Agastya and Eshani.

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