Seasons- Golden Hours

🍷Blood🍷

Agastya 

My daily morning routine, waking up at 4 am, Offering water to the sun, going for a run- no matter the weather is, bathing in ice cold water. 

Today it included thoughts of certain green eyes and annoyingly movable smile. 

I pressed my temples in aggression and looked down at my morning wood. It is just a morning wood. There were many rules that Inder Kaka made like waking up everyday at the particular time, eating the particular diet everyday, fighting and sweating till I fill a bucket, studying more than anyone of my age would. 

And certain rules I made for myself- Keeping my bursts of anxiety to myself, never touching me for pleasure, never thinking about another woman, learning manipulation to the core. 

The scene displays in front of my eyes when she was trying to reach the Jar placed upwards and her snatched waist got visible under that baggy crop top. 

My cock throbbed from my lower so hard that I could see it from above of my bedsheet. I am a Royal blood and should not be lusting over a girl that sold coffee and claimed she studied psychology. 

A dark corner that thinks from the part between my legs said what if I held her waist and made her reach that jar... what would her golden glowing skin feel under my hands that are calloused from daily fights. 

I walked out of the bed and this weird sensation bubbled up inside my whole body. I hate those men who can't control their lust and I am not one of them. I made an ice bath and jumped inside it, holding my breath to feel the ice pinching me like a needle all over my body. 

Today I will workout more than I should, read more than I should, train more than I should. 

How did you think you deserve to think about another woman? 

  Instead there is something else waiting for me in the store room today. 

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"What is this imprint doing on your arm?" A red dragon, I found this man in the coffee shop days before, he was making notes over something. He fidgeted under my gaze when I noticed him, there could be only two reasons: 1. He knows me, 2. He is just an introvert. 

Considering the way he was smiling at others cancels out the second possibility. 

I tightened the rope around him, his whimpers made me cringe. "What is that symbol on your arm?" 

"Please... Leave me-" I held out a knife that I sharpened yesterday, blood has became my favorite color nowadays. 

"Can you see the skeletons I have decorated in this room?" He struggle to look at the side as I had his jaw under my hand. My Jaw went razor sharp as a tear slid through his eyes. 

Inder Kaka thinks we are running away from all the spies sent by Hastak Rajya's politicians but little does he know- once I catch a spy, he never gets to reach his place ever again. 

The newest skeleton was from six months before when I was practicing archery and a man was lurking behind the large grass. "It was not my fault... They wanted to know if you are alive and-"

"Who?" My voice sent shivers down his spine. 

"The new Maharaj" 

"Do you know who I am?" He nods and I throb the knife inside his arm, blood pooling out from him and he leaves a sob. 

Fucking weaklings. 

"Agastya Rajvanshi... Son of-"

"Yes." I twist the knife inside, enjoying the painful voice from his throat. "tell me how did he look like? My father?" The blood came out from his hand and pooled on mine- dirty blood yet feels like a salvation. 

"He was very powerful, kind, loving for his family-" 

"And I am nothing like him." Power is just a paint over how weak I am from the inside, kindness is just a myth that people do to run from themselves... Love? What did love do to him? 

A man so powerful who could move the rocks, A man who could have taken the world under his knees- While he was getting backstabbed, all he thought was saving his child and writing a fucking letter to him? 

Had he not rushed to hide that letter for me, had he not cared about whether I was born or living- He would have lived and ruled. 

"You look exactly like your father... that's why it is easy to spot you." The resemblance is uncanny. Inder Kaka threw up one day in shock when I grew my beard for the first time and looked exactly like my father. 

He didn't get married so he could raise me... A great decision. I am wise enough to understand what love does to a man. Had he been married to someone, it would have changed his mindset too. 

Even if one day I have to marry someone, I would make sure to make her as miserable so she would not expect anything from me. 

"He had dark eyes like you, he had a body of steel, he was absolutely immovable..." The man went into his thoughts, considering it was his last words I let him speak. "He had never smiled before he met your mother- green eyes, calming smile-" The words made my vision turn white and something started shaking inside me. 

There was a thin line between my soul and body- I am cladded in blood of others but the other part asks for freedom. My hands don't shiver but my soul is. 

Another story, Another man, Another blood coursing out from his heart as I stabbed him multiple times. 

I took a picture of his tattoo and shut down the soul inside me that is shaking. The unsaid part of me that called me ruthless, a criminal, unworthy. I look like my father but I am nothing like him. 

I leave his dead body to rot there and decide to take another bath. My trusted bodyguards would take care of the smell and whatever. I turn the knob of the shower, mist covering the window pane and under that shower I let the inner turmoil simmer up. 

The blood rush till my eyes, throbbing my mind, Blood comes out of my eyes and washes down from the trickling water. I sit beneath it, holding my hair, lying down like a fetus as the breath keeps breaking. 

A murderer, a waste of potential, an animal- 

The inner voice sounds higher and higher and I have this urge to hit something around me, to hurt myself, to stab me with something. 

and again... I hear Inder Kaka's voice who has no idea that I have just killed somebody, that i bleed through my eyes, that I want to destroy everything that has put me where I am and I walk out, wrapping towel around my waist. 

"You have two years now... prepare, learn, defeat everyone." and everything I just thought vanished and the white vision turned blood red. 

Revenge.

Revenge.

Revenge.