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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Like time's gentle curve, the sun was bending into the twilight. The sounds were fading into whispers, as the forest released a sigh with every rustle of the leaves.
Sanyukta laid-back against the tree, her eyes sneaking a look at her husband, who was busy slashing the log of wood with his sword. His face gleamed golden under the dimming light of the dusk, his sharp eyes focused on his work.
"Are you hungry?" His voice suprised Sanyukta, pulling her out of her trance as she hurriedly moved her eyes away.
"No."
She heard a shuffle before an apple was tossed into her lap, startling her. The fruit looked fresh, but the question that troubled her was where did he find an apple in the middle of the woods.
"Where did you get this from?" Her question carried suspicion, yet her tone was leisure.
"I asked God for it, and it magically appeared in my hand."
Sanyukta rolled her eyes at his answer, twirling the apple in her hands.
"Why don't you try asking for some wit then, I'm sure God would be generous enough to grant you that as well."
"I'll make sure to ask god some wit for you, wife." A hint of a smirk had taken its place on his face, giving an edge to his already sharp demeanor.
Sanyukta took a bite of the apple, the lush taste filling her mouth and soothing her senses. She had been hungry since the afternoon, but she knew she wouldn't find anything edible in this forest. And her pride would not let her ask the Yuvaraj for it.
So befriending hunger had been her only option.
"What are you doing, anyway?" She asked him, taking another bite. He had been slashing woods since an hour, stacking them with weeds and tieing them up.
His sword slashed the log a final time, leaving an edge so sharp it could peirce through a person. He got up, piling the logs on his horse as he faced her.
"You'll see."
He ushered her to get up, and she did, falling into steps besides him. He grabbed the apple from her hand, taking a bite from it before handing it over to her again. And when Sanyukta glared at him for snatching her apple, he brushed it off with a shrug. "What? I was hungry too."
"And you only had one apple?"
"Yes."
The answer softened a part of her heart, but her brain refused to melt. He had given her the apple despite knowing that he didn't have one for himself. But then again, he could be lying for all she knew.
"Why? Did your god only gave you one apple?"
"I only asked him for one. " Like a thunder was struck, the scrutiny of his eyes rooted Sanyukta in her steps, making her falter a bit. "For you."
