11th century, in Singhal. Her own people betrayed her, her family used her.
Pawned her in a political marriage with a man 15 years older than her who forced himself on her, abused her, at last a night came which shattered everything, her death.
She...
Across this door there are people who caused me unfathomable pain,
The past burns on my skin must be invisible yet my heart is living with the scars they have left. People who prevented my joy are scheming miscellaneous intents for the future that will end them in their graves.
I got the opportunity to heed those people's face when they had nothing but hatred for me,
Fisting my sweaty palm, Head held high, eyes sharp. I won't let anyone bring me down,
" Blessing and Glory to the stars of the Kingdom, Yuvraj Manavendra Singh Maurya and Rajkumari Urvashi Maurya."
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Taking a long breathe as the silver carved door opened, Shekhar and Moti came in view stood proudly down the stairs of the throne, feets moved ahead. A small vicious grin plastered on my lips, desperate to witness my artwork on Kalavati,
I walked straight as a couple of trumpets blowed in the hall made every single person stand in respect for the Crown Prince and Princess of Singhal.
Me and Bhai Sa entered the throne hall where my ceremony will take place, red carpet under my feets, lined on the floor till the Emperor's throne, Where Baba Sa was waiting for us and his wife standing at his side veil till her chest, wearing clothes just like i used to wear in Anantha to my cover wounds in Rajsabha. Ooh Mother, so you finally found a solution to hide yourself from embarrassment.
A tingle of excitement bust in my chest when a notion crossed my mind. Shouldn't i surprise her with a return gift, absolutely !! Today's my birthday after all. The glare she is throwing from behind her veil, it's obvious. Those tight fists of her's are enough to prove.
Focusing back to the hall, i observed
King's from other continents seated on their respective places, their soldiers and attendees standing behind them, on the left side where large curtain hung from the ceiling to floor, behind the fabric alot of Royal womens can be seen, a place reserved for Queens and minister's wife or daughter. Being a minister's daughter Niharika must be there,
Averting my gaze in the right side, a soft sigh escaped, god he's looking so handsome. That cream coloured kurta with a royal blue overcoat complimenting his grey eyes, whispering something in his minister's ear, just then i noticed his facial expressions, clenched jaws, nose flared like an ox. Huffing mentally i diverted my eyes. Hmph, ek to inke liye itna shingar kiya, or ye humari taraf dekh bhi nahi rahe hai.
