"Wait I didn't do it intentionally"!..."at least listen to me"!..
(A Boy was running after a girl who was just, ignoring his words walking away in fast pace. There was mud stained on the girl cloths, however she didn't gave him silent treatment and furiously spoke in warning tone to stop him).
"I won't listen to you"! " Cause I very well know you broke my pots to avenge me for throwing color on you"!...
"No that's not true"!.. i didn't knew it's ma"!...
(The boy trailed off on his words and the girl footsteps halted on her way, upon sighting another boy sitting under Banayan tree, with hands busy rotating a wheel, mud stained on face. Trying best to shape the mud into pot, but his efforts turn futile as he doesn't know how to balence the mud over moving wheel. "Here goes my try to pacify her"! Thought the boy with curled up fist, cursing the boy who was busy making pots. His attention went on the girl who start making her way to the other boy he followed her as she halted and spoke pointing towards other).
"Why you cannot be like him"?... he's so polite and generous"! But you full of arrogance"!...
"Same here"!.
(Sneering at him, scoffing at his words she turned her attention over the other boy, clearing her throat she try to get his attention. But the Boy was so focused on his task to pay heed to her not seeing other option she went more closer and called out his name speaking in advising tone).
"Shah!.. "To Provide a shape to mud you need to focus with care"!..
(There was unique charm, a tenderness which no one could miss, The boy name Abul wasn't expectation either, his head immidately rise to look up at her and ask back in confusion).
"With care"?... "I don't understand"!..
"Let me help me you"!..
(Saying this the girl settled on ground besides him and taking Mud in hand Throwing it firmly from hand to hand, smacking it into a ball shape, then Throw down the mud ball close to the center of the wheel with focus , then pressing it down into a conical shape. Then she calmly moved the wheel, then wetting her haand a bit started shaping the mud Slowly with care and focus. As if she's tending to injury instead of mud).
"A warrior like you focus way to much to pay heed to importance of Tenderness"!..
(Shah nodded then started to use his own hands to make a pot, their hands touched and both halted for while. Embarassed they again focus on the pot, Shah move his hand to wiped the sweat beads trickling down on his cheek, but his mud stained hands, left slight stained of mud on his cheek, the girl saw it and try to signal him, but not understanding the sign he end up staining his face more. This time nose to the sight of mud stained face made her broke into fit of laughter , the innocent carefree giggling sound echos in the place. As both of them stared at her way hoping against hope to see her face. they to smiled and Shah again focus on the Pot msking. But other one standing and watching them was sulking, tapping his feet on ground he curled his hand into fist then spoke).
"Won't forgive me for unintended mistake"! "But you will waste time on making these"?...
(The sudden voice of him startled both and Shah hands got on moving wheel making it bruise with low Yelp he immidately backed-up. The girl grabbed his hand in her's then pour water over it, tried to clean it down. And snapped angrily at the boy).
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Game Of Destiny
Historical Fiction"Their paths were different but they had to travel together"! "Unknown to fate, there was a wall of hatred between them"! "Which only their love could've break"! "A love which needed to emerge in the hatred fill heart"! "It wasn't into their hands...