She slowly moved her eyes to Pratap, the one who meant everything to her. He was her whole world, her whole heart, her happiness, her joy- his silence had hurt the most. She felt numb with his silence, she felt lost due to it. Her life had gone, had withered in that silence, in that choice of his family over her, in the choice of looking at the Kingdom over her. She had known this was the case, but she had hoped, he would at least speak up for her family.
But he had not. He had not.
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Ajabde Punwar and her family had faced a heartbreaking betrayal, where hands are tied due to difficult situations. Her family of five had since then rebuilt themselves- better and stronger, her motto through the years of struggle.
She still missed the people from her childhood, but her heart was still angry and hurt as well.
Pratap Singh Sisodia, the erstwhile heir of Udaipur, had lost his spark with the incident that had shattered the Punwars. He had grown exponentially career wise, but his heart had turned withdrawn with Ajabde's single haunting line before their separation.
When life brings them back together in the most unconventional yet very-much-them way, sparks fly once again, and hearts awaken.
A tale of betrayal, redemption, love, sacrifice and grief.
Loosely based on a modern AU on Maharana Pratap, Ajabde and some characters from their life.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
" Yadi aapki patni aapse kuch mange , toh aap denge Aarya? Mana toh nahi karenge na?"
Her sweet melodious voice made his heart flutter like a young, naive teenager, not the calm man who had gained absolute control on his emotions.
There was an almost awkward silence for a moment in the room that had been so beautifully decorated for their wedding night, before he spoke. It seemed he had nearly lost his voice, for it took far too much effort to speak up.
" Mana toh nahi karunga, kintu de bhi kya sakta hoon...swayam ko praapt hui bhiksha ke atirikt..."
His lashes were lowered, & he looked so sad that her heart clenched.
He looked on in mild surprise when she lifted his hand where it was resting in his lap. She held his large, masculine, work-worn calloused palms in her soft, delicate ones. He nearly stopped breathing when her rosebud lips pressing sweet kisses against the skin in the centre of his open palm. Blood rushed to his cheeks, causing them to turn a rare shade of crimson much like hers.No woman had touched him like this before.
" Uski koi avashyakta nahi hai, Aarya. Mere liye toh aapke hriday mein ek chota sa sthaan aur apna samast jeevan aapke saath bitaane ka avsar hi pariyapt hai."
She told at him with a smile which sent his heart thundering , while she lost herself in the depth of those pools of molten copper.
This beautiful cover for the story is created by my dear sakhi @Dharmaatmika🌹❣️
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I have always wondered, What if Draupadi chose Yudhishthir in her Swayamvar?
That says it all....😉