The Unfinished Poetry √

Part Twenty Three

First of all I thank my beautiful sista shreyj7 for making this beautiful poster for me. The cute tagline she herself introduced is lovable.

Now here's the update, which may seem too short, but I'm not having plenty of energy to type because I'm not much well. Hope you bear with me.

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Devasena didn't really know when she had just drawn up the blanket and curled inside. Her sleep broke when she heard sound at the door, and then saw it open and Avanthika get in. A numb happened instantly and she couldn't move, nor get up. She just kept lying down covering her face with the blanket.

She couldn't either guess what time it was because it looked darker than usual, perhaps it was raining again.

Avanthika time and again looked at Devasena, trying to decide if she should wake her up or not. It was 1 in the afternoon and she could easily guess that lunch wasn't prepared. And Devasena sleeping at that time without attending college was so unusual. She checked in the fridge to find absolutely nothing she could cook.

She slowly struck Devasena, who first shoved from side to side, and then got up and kept sitting, staring like a ghost at her.

Avanthika smiled, " I'm back! And I brought your gown. But why are you sleeping now? And lunch? I messaged you I would reach by what time..... "

Avanthika shrugged. Displeased. And Devasena kept staring at her.

Avanthika realised she was behaving strange. She waved her palm before her eyes. " Helloo!! What's wrong madam? "

Devasena suddenly as if woke up from a trance. And smiled back. Then she got down from the bed. "was feeling so sleepy that I bunked college. "

"What is this? " ,Avanthika asked, examining her from top to bottom. " Why are you in these clothes? You slept with them on? "

Devasena realised she was getting more than average nervous before Avanthika, although there was absolutely no reason to that. She no longer wanted to remember her past.

" Yeah actually it was raining since yesterday, and I reached home late, was too tired to even change, and slept that way. "

Devasena escaped Avanthika's weird stares to the washroom.

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" Wowww! This is beautiful. " , Devasena said trying the pink gown Avanthika brought for her. Avanthika giggled. "I knew! "

" Thank you so much Avanti! " , Devasena hugged her who hugged back. With each passing moment with Avanthika, she was realising that no past mattered to her at all. Avanthika was more than just a friend and would remain so throughout life. And moreover, she now was believing that the vision was nothing but an aftermath of their namesakes. She had faced this even before when she believed she was being shot.

She should forget Amarendra as soon as possible.

Avanthika almost shook her out of her thoughts.
" I'm extremely hungry Deva! I see there's nothing in the fridge. I don't know what you have been feeding on for two days. But you can make me some coffee at least, I guess! "

Sticking her tongue out, Devasena approached the kitchenette, once again after hugging Avanthika tight. And then she uttered something out of the blue, that turned both her and Avanthika equally pale, "I know, you can never murder me! "

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Adway Mathur walked in through the huge gate of Shreebhumi. The plot was highly ill maintained, and he hated mess. But obviously it was in a better condition than he had forever seen it since childhood while passing by. In fact he had one day peeped inside too as an inquisitive child, and was repelled by the messy gardens.

Adway walked down the slick muddy road upto the mammoth palace. Though it was nothing compared to the palace in his visions, yet at least in this life he didn't own mammothness.

It was seven in the evening. And Adway had taken a long time to finally decide if he should face Amarendra. And then he knew, Avanthika was right. Amarendra would be the only one to accept him, if he said he seeked redemption. But the question thus remained, if Amarendra remained that demigod anymore...

Adway now stood at the huge door, and he pulled the bell beside the door which was typically old and beautifully sounding. The older the bell grows, the better it sounds, they say.

After almost three minutes with withdrawn heart beats and breath, the door opened, and Adway Mathur stood face to face with the man he had chopped even after his death, and yet the man whose lips turned to a curve, on seeing his brother after a long five hundred years.

Adway Mathur took no longer to decide, Amarendra Baahubali still remained, a demigod!