Ruhaan Faizal and Yamuna Swaminathan was once a part of the same painting called love and weaved beautiful dreams of togetherness. But fate was not that compassionate to them. They were torn apart by love and religion.
Years later, when they meet a...
Yamuna Swaminathan joined her hands faithfully,standing before the Sivalinga.Her fourteen year old self was a great devotee of Lord Shiva.The soulful atmosphere of the temple which consisted the chiming of bells,chanting of prayers and a slight chill soothed her body and mind equally. The gentle wind had her smooth tresses,adorned with fresh jasmine flowers,dancing to its tune.She closed her eyes and prayed to her lord for her family's and village's well being.She didn't forget to ask him to give her future husband all his qualities. Once the prayer was done,she walked out of the temple,the leaf that had prasad inside it,tightly secured in her palms. The red glass bangles that decorated her wrists collided with each other.The anklets that perched on her ankles tinkled in a beautiful rhythm.The cool breeze made her small jhumkas jingle heartily. All these made her look nothing less than an angel descended from heaven.But the most precious ornament that she wore was her dimpled smile. As she stepped outside,she saw a boy,almost of her age running towards her.There was another boy,tall and husky in his appearance,chasing him. The first boy ran past her while the other slipped and fell flat,right at her feet.
"What are you doing?"she asked,irritation clearly evident from the cringe of her forehead.
Yamuna fluttered her eyes open.A certain melancholy oozed from those seraphic quarts.
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"What are you doing?"asked the girl,cringing her brows. Ruhaan Faizal looked up at her with equal annoyance.He looked at her from head to toe and she appeared to be a typical teenager,hailing from a rich conservative Hindu family.
"I was just bowing down to your feet since I thought you're the goddess consecrated here."he said sarcastically,still laying down on the floor. The cringe on the girl's face became deeper and apparently muttered something under her breath. The boy slowly got up to his feet and then noticed the drops of blood streaming down a small wound below his knee. "Sir,it is written in letters as big as pumpkins that Lord Shiva is consecrated here."the girl spoke in an angry tone,pointing at the the name written on the beautifully sculpted temple gate.
"Lord Shiva and Shakti are one.Even Soundarya Lahari states that.So,wherever there is Lord Shiva,there is Devi Parvati too."Ruhaan stated with a victorious smile and the girl keenly observed his features. He smirked lightly and walked past her. "Hey,your leg is wounded.Are you alright?"she asked from behind.
"Is it now that you felt like asking about it?"he asked,turning around.
"I'm sorry.But are you fine?"she asked,drooping her head to get a good look at the injury.
"I'm fine. "he replied stoically.
"There's a tap a small walk away. You can wash it there. "she remarked, pointing at the tap's direction.
