Mohini- Rise Of Queen

90. Mohini's Hope

Mohini POV 

My heart breaks in pieces and I can feel each piece embedding themselves in my heart painfully. 

I had wanted to find Raja-sa to ask him to accompany me to the mandir today. 

I found him here with Swati in heated argument. 

I shook my head, knowing Swati was pleading my case. 

I moved forward to stop her but then I heard their last bit of conversation which broke my heart. 

I have lost him so much with my lies that even he believes that I can lie about being raped. 

It took such a effort to not let my tears fall then and there. 

I couldn't meet his eyes and not let him see the tears there, or the broken pieces of mine. 

I tried to stand tall, act unaffected but the tremor in my hands gave me away. 

But he didn't care, how much he hurt me by his cruel words. 

This establish the thought that I lost him completely. 

And I want to cry so badly. 

I look at Swati who is watching me with eyes full of pity. 

I avert my eyes from her as a lone tear betrays me and suddenly my whole vision blurs. 

My chin wobbles from the effort to not cry. 

It hurts so much when the person you love, looks at you with nothing but loathing and disgust. 

I harshly wipe my tears and look back at Swati to find her looking guilty. 

She goes to say something but I raise my hand to stop her and sign, 

'Lets go, we have to go mandir for the pooja, we can't be late there.' 

She dutifully nods her head and I turn away as I silently wipe all my tears, even though I feel so choked up with emotions. 

I head out with broken pieces of my heart in my hand. 

I don't know how will we come back from this and fall in love again. 

Swati follows me quietly to the temple where everyone is gathered and preparing for the pooja. 

I stand to the side and focus on nothing as the world goes on around me. 

Swati pokes me and I snap out of my reverie. 

She looks at me apologetically but I shake my head before an apology can tumble out of her mouth. 

I know that she shouldn't have said anything to Raja-sa but she had my best interest in her heart. 

I will have the talk with her to not interfere in our married life but not now when we are surrounded by eager ears. 

Swati looks ahead as she frowns, I follow her line of sight to find that my father is welcoming his friends. 

The friends who never took their support from my father even after so many persuasion of Raja-sa and his friends. 

That puts me in the thought of what they have it that they are not willing to leave my father. 

What my father holds above them? 

I see how they hug and pat backs. 

All four of them step back and point to their attendees to bring forward the gift. 

My father motions for Sripad Rao and Devika to come forward and they receive gifts with smiling face. 

The picture in front of me twists something painful in me.