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 clutched the vial of poison tighter in her hand, slipping it under her dupatta.
The Royal family was gathered in the dining hall, the otherwise quiet room filling with the soft murmur of conversation. The ornate table was lined by polished chairs, the seating set according to their ranks in the palace. The king sat regally in the centre, while the courtiers and other members of the royal family circled him, with the queen and the Yuvaraj sitting besides him.
"This is your first rasoi after your marriage, I say you should serve the food as well." The queen had proposed to Sanyukta, and even though the queen had meant to humiliate Sanyukta with that proposal, She had accepted it with a smile.
"It will be my honour."
Sanyukta could hear faint whispers around her, of the ladies that were gossiping about what had happened at the hunt. Most of them were stealing glances at her, as if they were trying to figure out how she had ended up with the Yuvaraj in the forest when she had been in the tents with them all along. Dhara and Nivedita had created a fuss on the matter too, but there was no one in this kingdom that could make Sanyuta say the things she wished to keep hidden. So she had just brushed off the topic with a pathetic excuse.
"It's time."
The bell rang twelve times, and on queue, Sanyukta began serving the food on the silver plates, the white of the rice complimenting the sterling. She received several confused reactions from the people present there, but her eyes was locked on the ones burning in fury.
"Has our bahu prepared the food all by herself?" The king's rough voice brought Sanyukta out of her thoughts, as she blinked in understanding.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The king gave her a smile, one so radiant it almost reminded her of her own father, and how she hadn't seen him for a month now. There was no recent correspondence from his side, and he had told her not to try contacting him directly.
I'll need to pay a visit to Akansha soon.
Her attention went back to the the people gathered there, and how they were eagerly waiting for the king to begin eating so they could too. Chanting the prayer, the king took a spoonful of the basundi she had prepared, his eyes closing in adoration at the taste. Dipping the puri in it, he took a large bite again.
"If the gods ever tasted this, they'd leave heaven and come to reside on land forever, if only to have a bite of this delicacy. " His words, like honey, were so sweet they could melt any heart. And even though Sanyukta knew he was exaggerating, she couldn't help the smile that rose to her lips.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. You're just being generous."
She felt a burning stare on her shoulder, but she refused to entertain her husband's attention. She couldn't help but notice the similarity between the king and his eldest son . So that's where he gets his silver tongue from. It's in their blood.
