H I M
The one he'd die for, wanted to kill him the same,
But death would be a guest he'd welcome, if she promised to sit by his grave.
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H E R
If there was a list of all the sins she was t...
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Sanyukta watched as the rain caressed the earth like a fervent lover, every drop grazing the leaves with mellow tenderness.
The diyas flickered with each passing breeze, like fireflies in flight. The curtains, drapes of velvet and silk drenched in the shower of the sky flapped like a birds whenever threatened by a guest of wind. She watched as the drops glided past the windowsills onto the floor, sitting as if making a home there.
The rain had always fascinated Sanyukta, but what had fascinated her more was the rain right before Janmashtami.
Every year, during the time of Krishna janma at midnight, the sky roared with all it's might, lightning up like a divine intervention. As if declaring to the world how auspicious this day was, retelling the sanctuary old tale of the birth of it's beloved god. It was Janmashtami, and the sky, like the devoted disciple it was, had not forgot to welcome her Kanha.
"Is the thal ready, Dhara?" She asked her handmaiden, eyes never leaving the sky that was a canvas of black and gray.
"Yes, Your Highness." A drumbeat was heard, followed by others almost ten in number.
"We must make haste. " Quick on feet, she stopped only near her idol of Krishna to bow, hands joined and eyes closed. She went near the thal covered by a red cloth, picking it up with slender hands, as she ushered Dhara out of the room.
"You cannot leave this room, Your Highness." A gaurd stopped her at the door, his sword tilted, blocking her path. The other gaurd followed his lead, using his sword to prevent her from leaving.
" Says who?" Sanyukta's voice echoed through the walls like a dire threat. The gaurds quivered under her gaze but stood their ground.
"We have received orders from Yuvaraj to not let you out of your chamber at night alone."
" I believe you are forgetting who you are talking to. I am the Princess of this Palace, and I hold equal rights as your Yuvaraj. The only orders I must follow are the King's. " The thunder roared as if to imply how righteous her words were as she flicked her fingers for the soldiers to draw back their swords. And they did, like lambs making way for a tigress, they parted their swords apart.
Her anklets chimed through the hallway, the sound of raindrops a distant memory in their wake.
Nobody can stop me from coming to you, Kanha.
"Ask the stables to prepare my carriage." Dhara noded at her but before she could leave, another voice stopped her.
"Nobody is going anywhere." The queen interrupted, her eyes watching Sanyukta like a hawk. Sanyukta greeted her, as did Dhara but neither made an attempt at going back to their rooms.
" It's Janmashtami today, Your Majesty. And I was just going to the temple-"
"I know that, bahu. I'm aware." Her voice was snide, almost malicious. " I'm just saying that we have a temple inside the Palace. You don't have to go anywhere." A sly smile formed on her lips, her eyes wicked like a snake under the starless sky.
