Skip to main content

In Love??

Ajabde was bedridden over the next few weeks. She was too weak to sit up or do things on her own and the medicine men insisted she needed complete rest to heal. Kunwar Pratap insisted on staying by her side which Ajabde firmly refused. She didn't want to be a distraction from his work. That would break her vow, she said. Kunwar Pratap just smiled knowing she was so adamant and how smartly she convinced people. Ajabde was never bored though! The Queens and Princesses constantly came to check on her and keep her company. All except Dheerbai who only came once, when Ranaji visited her. Ajabde was getting better each day as the Vaid came to check on her and suggested it was time she could start leading a normal life again. Her wound still hurt a little and sometimes she felt dizzy due to the weakness but the Vaid said that too would go in two or three days. Ajabde was a fighter. Jaivanta Bai was proud when the Vaid said that Kunwaranisa had the strongest willpower he had ever seen.
 
Kunwar Pratap was busy with administrative work again. There was a village called Kheri on the Chittor Bijolia route that was facing some revolts against Udai Singh. Apparently, the Afghans had looted them thrice and somehow due to some reason, the news didn't reach Chittor, But the villagers were made to believe that Rana Udai Singh ignored their calls of woe so they decided to revolt. Udai Singh wanted to suppress the rebellions with force but Rawatji disagreed.
" It will act as a catalyst to their beliefs, Ranaji, that you don't care. It's a delicate situation that should be handled calmly. Whoever is trying to create these issues will have to be suppressed smartly."
" I have a plan." Everyone stared at Kunwar Pratap.
 
Ajabde was being helped out of bed by the Daasis. She put her feet on the ground and tried to get up by herself. The Daasi gave her support as she got up.
" Try to walk a little Kunwaranisa."
" I... I can't." She felt her legs were weak.
" You can, the vaidji said... try please."
Kunwar Pratap had stopped behind the large curtains of the main door watching her try. Her face still winced a little as she took each step. He stood watching in worry. She was still not fully normal. After three steps she felt dizzy and lost her balance as the Daasi caught her.
" Ajabde!" He whispered her name and almost like a reflex he extended his hand towards her. She managed to balance herself when she felt as though someone called her name and she looked up at the door. He hid from her view in time.
" Try again Kunwaranisa." The Daasi diverted her attention as he peeped in again. Watching her walk.
 
Jaivanta Bai had silently witnessed her son's activities, sneaking around his own room. She had smiled and thought of walking away, but the moment he hid from Ajabde her smile faded. She decided it was time he needed a lesson on expressing himself. She walked up to him and slowly called his name. " Pratap." His eyes widened as he looked embarrassed, caught in the act by Ranima.
"I..." He was still looking for a valid explanation for the awkward situation.
" Pratap." Jaivanta cupped his face as he looked up. " Sometimes expressing our care in words and actions is very essential. It doesn't reveal your weakness anywhere, but uproots the bases of misunderstanding and makes a relationship stronger." He nodded as she smiled and walked away. What did Ranima mean? Should I tell her I was scared of...Losing her? He walked away from his room.
 
" I heard you are going to Kheri in three days, Kunwar Pratap," Jaivanta spoke up as he entered his room after dinner. He had gathered that she was here to see if Ajabde had her dinner but this question made him look up at his mother.
" Yes... umm... in disguise..." He answered a little guilty because he hadn't yet told either of the ladies present in the room.
 
" And when were you planning to tell us?" Jaivanta Bai frowned. As soon as I heard, I thought Ajab knew but she too is clueless." He stared at Ajabde who was also clearly disappointed.
" I ... I didn't want to worry you..." He said looking straight at his wife and then turning to his mother adding " Both."
" So you are going alone?" Jaivanta Bai asked as he stared at her. She hoped he wanted Ajabde to go too but him being the way he was, nodded yes much to her disappointment.
" Who will look after you there? You are not taking anyone." She almost tried to point out what he needed to say. Ajabde seemed lost in her own thoughts, rather worriedly.
" I will manage Ranima." Made Jaivanta Bai shake her head when he added " You just take care of her here."
This made Ajabde look up and this was what Maharani Jaivanta Bai needed.
" No, I can't take care of her. She is your responsibility right?"
" Ranima?" He was shocked at what she said.
" What Ranima? You are going there on your own, making us worry for you. You are leaving her here and you will worry for her. Why don't you take her along that way your worries will be less and so will be mine? Because you two will be there to take care of each other." Jaivanta Bai's words made Ajabde confused as she stared at Kunwar Pratap hoping for a positive answer.
" Ranima, I'm going there under disguise. How can she..."
" Ajabde can be a great help. People can look at a single man with doubt if he starts living in the village suddenly, a family man is an easier camouflage." Kunwar Pratap knew his mother had her answers ready until he was convinced.
" Do you want to go?" The question he asked was to his bride who looked up wide-eyed and a little confused.
"Umm... whatever you say Kunwarsa." She replied, looking away.
" I will arrange for your departure then." Ranima left smiling, ignoring Kunwar Pratap's " But.. Ranima.. listen..."
 
She stared at him and back towards the door before she got up to make the bed.
" What are you doing?" He frowned.
" Making the bed." She seemed confused by his question.
" Let me do that, you go and have your medications."
" Ranima gave them... umm... Kunwarsa can I ask something?"
" Yes." He turned to face her.
" What is wrong in Kheri?" He smiled happily to know that she wanted to really contribute to the mission as he sat to tell her the details.
 
Preparations were made in the next few days. Kunwar Pratap's friend Veni Das had a house in the village. They would go there saying he was looking for jobs so took the place as rent. They were from Bijolia. The Palanquin and procession left them at the outskirts of Chittor. Now all they had was a bundle of clothes, his weapons hidden and Sarang. Kunwar Pratap wore a simple orange angrakha and a yellow pagri while Ajabde wore a simple green lehenga with silver jewellery. Only her gold Mangalsutra she refused to part with. In the simple attire, she looked so elegant and dignified Kunwar Pratap was sure that it would be very difficult to be in disguise. She was holding her Kanha that she brought along for the house.
" You .... Ride Sarang, I will walk. You are weak." He said. She had her face hidden with the dupatta as she asked softly " How far is Kheri?"
" An hour's walk."
" So if we both ride Sarang..." She stopped. What am I saying? Why will he ride with me? She had no clue how he had taken her from the forest to the fort.
" We will reach it in half the time." He added as her thoughts broke.
 
" If you want to..." they spoke in unison as eyes met and he nodded before getting up on Sarang. He thought she needed help but she didn't as she sat in front of him.
" You also know how to ride a horse?" His voice had a hint of surprise.
" That's part of learning warfare isn't it?" She smiled.
 
" So we need to have names right?" She asked as they rode. More than once his front had brushed against her back as he carefully avoided hurting her wound as he held both the reins around her. She sat there with her hands on the reins as well, carefully away from him.
" Yes, names... Do you have any suggestions?"
" Me?" She asked surprised.
" Yes, you read so much so come up with an apt name Ajabde." He gave her a challenge she silently accepted.
" Umm... Pinaki, the one with the bow!" She impressed him clearly as he smiled.
" Read your Puranas well. " He praised, adding " yours?"
" Aparna!"
" What does it mean?"
" Umm... Someone who fasts."
" Suites you." He teased as she ignored him, " We are here!"
 
They were in the small hut, which had three rooms, a kitchen, a small area in the front with the tulsi Manch and a stable at the back. He led Sarang to the stable while she looked around the well-stocked house. She decided to use the extra room for her Kanha ji as she sat cleaning the room. Her cough made him frown and walk up to her as she sat there coughing in the dirt.
" Get up, let me clean it."
" It's all right Kunwarsa." She insisted.
" Get up and stop calling me Kunwarsa here."
" Even in the house?" She asked surprised.
" Yes, someone might be spying." He sat down to clean as she brought the Lord.
 
Together they picked up flowers from the backyard and decorated the Puja Ghar with incense and lamps. He followed her instructions on what to keep whereas he didn't want her to overstress herself. By evening the place was well decorated and fit for living. Ajabde decided to cook an early dinner as in their hurry to decorate the place they had skipped lunch. He was out to mix with some villagers that would actually help the mission when he came back in looking for her as she was looking at the kitchen.
" There is this very nice temple across the river from here. The people were saying." He smiled at her.
" A temple?"
" Yes, do you want to go?" He asked.
" I ... But ... I am supposed to make dinner now, we skipped lunch and ..."
" Let's go, Ajabde, we will eat something on the way, and then we can come back for dinner." She agreed.
 
The boats ferried people across the river. Ajabde, in her own warm nature, had befriended an elderly man and his wife.
" I am Parvat Das and this is my wife Aarti Bai. And you?"
" I am here from Bijolia." She smiled.
" What's your name?" The wife asked.
" I am..." Ajabde fumbled, not used to lying. " Aparna."
" I am her husband Pinaki Singh Sikhawat." Pratap quickly added to divert their attention from her hesitance.
" Wah Shiv Parvati!" The old lady exclaimed.
" Ji?" They asked in confusion.
" Your names. Of Lord Shiva and Mata Parvati." The old man smiled.
" They are made for each other." The lady concluded at a blushing Ajabde and Pratap looked away.
 
At the other end, the magnificent white marble temple stood tall. They got down and went inside. A priest sat in a corner saying " Buy this Dhaga from any four gates of the temple, then tie it to the Banyan tree in the backyard and your partner will be yours for every life on earth."
" This is a very famous place for this Dhaaga." The old lady informed Ajabde as she urged her husband to buy her a Dhaaga. Ajabde smiled at the old couple, so much in love still. She walked up the stairs unaware that Kunwar Pratap had stopped at the gates. She prayed to the lord and turned to see he was walking up the stairs.
" I was looking for you." She said as he smiled
" I was watching something."
" What?"
" Nothing." She gathered it was something to do with the mission.
 
Kunwar Pratap was talking to a man when she sneaked to the back gates to buy a Dhaaga. She was looking for the Banyan tree when she found it and tied the Dhaaga to the branch taking his name in silence. People lived with hopes that they were not going to die so soon. It's been only three months, they had a lifetime. She was asked for directions by an elderly lady whom she escorted to the side gate and when she walked up to the front Kunwar Pratap was not there. She looked around and went back to the back as her heart skipped a beat. He was in the Banyan tree area. Did he tie a Dhaaga too? No No! That can't be. Why is he there? He turned around and spotted her looking at him wide-eyed.
" I was looking for you."
" So was I" she replied unsure if she should be asking what he was doing there.
" Let's go back." He said in a hurry. On the way knowing she was hungry, he bought Jalebi and handed it to her to eat on the boat ride. He, although ate most of them, unknowingly.
 
The boat stopped as the bank was a little steep and away from where the boat stopped. Every man was helping their wives up on the steep bank as Kunwar Pratap thought What should I do? When he got up on the bank he looked back at her reluctantly. Ajabde expected him to give his hand, as she had surely felt him hold her hand before she became unconscious that day. He looked reluctant as the woman behind Ajabde commented " These two look newlywed." and giggled at her husband. Ajabde stretched her left hand towards Kunwar Pratap, surprising him. He took it with his right and pulled her up. She winced a little as he feared her wound would hurt.
" Are you all right?"
" I am." She nodded, smiling at his worried face. They realised their hands were still in each other as they let go looking away. She followed him to the house slowly, her eyes on his shoes as unknowingly her left foot left a synced imprint on the soil with his right one.
 
Later in the day, Kunwar Pratap was busy checking the surroundings for clues if someone was spying on them or had the chance to. His eyes stopped as a few feet away from his hut, Ajabde had befriended some children and was playing marbles with them and smiling at their innocence. He stopped in his tracks watching, as she smiled and talked to them. A smile unknowingly curved her lips as he stood there watching how happy she was with the children. She seems happy, maybe she misses her siblings. He stared at her, his eyes following her everywhere as she played with the children.
 
Ajabde was ready to cook a simple meal. It's been days since she cooked and she was a little nervous, as everywhere, be it Bijolia or Chittor the Daasis helped her and the mothers supervised. Today she was alone, cooking a meal for him. She was ready to cut the vegetables when Kunwar Pratap came in. He decided he should help her with the cooking since she was unwell. He sat down as she protested.
" Kunwarsa! What are you doing?"
" I... am helping you cut the vegetables." He replied holding a kitchen knife like a dagger as she couldn't help her laughter.
" War Daggers and Kitchen Knives are different Kunwarsa! These are vegetables, not your enemies." She managed to smile, as he looked at her seriously. Her face changed from amusement to fear as she fumbled " Shama kijiye." that made him smile.
" Ajabde, I reminded you this morning not to call me Kunwarsa. Call me Pratap." She looked up in shock as he thought if he had said something wrong.
" I ... I can not call you by the name Kun..." She stopped.
" Why can't you?" He frowned. " If I can call you by name why can't you?" He was following her around as she cut the vegetables and put them to fry.
" I can't. Why are you..."
" Aree... We are friends aren't we?" His question suddenly made the empty feelings creep back into Ajabde's heart as she shook them off saying " I should check the daal." and moved away. Kunwar Pratap realised that he had upset her. He shook his head disappointed with his choice of words.
 
She was standing tiptoed to get the wheat box as he walked up behind her saying " But you said Kunwar Pratap!" pointing his finger like he had caught a thief.  She was so startled that she leapt and the box tilted and her head, her hair and her clothes were filled with wheat.
" Ahahahahaha!" His laughter was the most informal one she had seen. She stared at him as he continued.
" You called me when they caught you."
" I called you because... because I needed you to know it's me." She looked away brushing the wheat off her hair.
" You think you need to call my name for me to know it's you? Isn't your voice enough?" That made her stare right into his eyes as they twinkled and smiled at her, her round wide eyes looked adorable as she looked shocked. Some more wheat fell on her head from the half-tilted box above breaking the moment and making him laugh some more.
" Kunwar Pratap!" She was irritated with his childishness that was coming in the way of her cooking the meal. As soon as she spoke she realised it and looked embarrassed as he looked pleased.
" Ajab...."
" I... I am... going to clean the wheat off me." She ran away, as he smiled.
 
It was raining heavily as he put down his letter and looked out of the window, he then walked to the main porch and found Ajabde standing there looking up at the rain on the porch. Her hair was open and the dupatta over her head blew in the stormy wind. He stared at her absent-mindedly looking away at the rain. He followed her glare to the road where a couple was enjoying the rain. Although Ajabde smiled at the couple in love, her eyes spoke of a longing that once again made him feel guilty. He walked away inside and spotted the Ramayana in the Puja Room.
" Ajabde!" He called out as she replied " Ji?"
" Come, let's read."
She read aloud as he smiled happily, he felt it had been years since he had heard her read the epic.
" Sita said, `` Like the Veena is without its strings like the chariot is without its wheel, I am without him" She was reading aloud as he stared at her and made her feel all nervous with his stares.
" ....Ram said with care comes a sense of understanding. With care comes love." The sentence caught his attention and made his heart skip a beat.
 
He was unusually quiet at dinner and while she was preparing the bed. She felt he might be preoccupied with his mission.
" How was the food?" She asked as he was staring out of the window at the rain.
" Accha." He ended the conversation as she prayed and went to sleep without disturbing him.
 
She didn't know how disturbed he was inside, and that had nothing to do with the mission. With care comes love. The sentence played in his mind again and again. He stared at her sleeping figure as she shivered a little and he pulled the blanket over her watching her sleep peacefully. He is Lord Ram, he is never wrong, she said to him all the time. He went back to the window and stared out thinking about the hell he had been through when she was fighting for her life.
" I care." He said to himself, aloud without a doubt. " But am I...." He looked at the sleeping figure on his bed again. In love?? He feared to say that out loud, to himself even, as of yet.


Comments

  1. Loved the footstep matching part... loved the ramayan extracts again I think you should kewp adding these Ramayan extracts as it lights up the entire update and takes it to another level.
    N yes Pratap u r in love way before u noticed!!! Hope u can gather the courage to open ur heart to her and share the fear of loosing her... the alone time shall help them find each others reflections in themselfs...

    ReplyDelete
  2. Or maybe just maybe the unsaid love continues....

    ReplyDelete
  3. Well he has just learned to be a little vocal about his feelings... and the acceptance of the feeling shall come gradually.
    He had been alone most of the times except for his mother n other formal relatives... maybe a few friends but no one in the fort. She came as a soothing breeze n just got him company that he so needed. Added advantage is her intelligence n polotical interest. So he had someone with whom he can talk the things that mattered to him.

    ReplyDelete
  4. N she too will understand gradully that he too loves her. N he shall prove it thr his actions all 5hanks to the Ramayan.
    N for the physical intimacy they r just what maybe 14 n 16. They have plenty of time.
    Maybe maybe as per his thought process things are just very favourable. If a war breaks out he might feel the need to express himself due to the insecurity n uncertainty of the war.
    Or maybe he will completely hold it back so that in case he doesnt return she can have a life with someone else.
    The ball will be in your court Suranya to turn the story your way. That to me is the most interesting part!!!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Hey suranya this story is really awesome loved how they are slowly moving towards each other

    ReplyDelete
  6. Thanks a lot swara am so glad you are reading. Sujata Ji, you are starting to think like me, now its a challenge to think out of my way and surprise you :P

    ReplyDelete
  7. Even if I am able to predict the story what really surprises me is the way of expression. The same story with a different outlook or with an out of the box take will always surprise me. I am somehow assured that you will surprise me in more than one ways with your writing.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular Posts

See You Soon

Kunwar Partap entered the relatively quiet stable premises at the break of dawn checking on Bijli who was asleep, when he heard the sound of anklets near the cow shed. He walked up to the entrance of the stable, from where he could see her, her dupatta placed loosely over her wet hair, devoid of jewellery the way he never saw a royal lady, with a basket of flowers in one hand and a plate of sweets on the other. She was distributing sweets to the cow keepers, veterinarians and everyone who came by on the occasion of Lakshmi giving birth to her calf. “What will you name her, Hukum?” an old man asked. She smiled shyly, pressing her lips together. “Mandakini, Kakasa.” The old man smiled at her suggestion. “Like the kund? Very nice.” Kunwar Partap walked up to Lakshmi’s shed only after most people had dispersed to their work. Ajbante Kanwar heard footsteps behind her and turned with the plate that now had one sweetmeat left. Alarmed at his sight and at the lack of options she could offer fr...

Stable Boy

  “Jija, I want to go to the stables too.” Ajbante was stopped in the corridor of the inner palace by Ratan Kanwar, followed by their half-brother, Akhil who was three. “We do.” Ratan corrected herself. The dawn had just set on the horizon and the birds were chirping in the gardens. Ajbante Kanwar had just taken a bath in the private pool and managed to grab her empty flower basket to go to the gardens still before that, she would visit the stables and cowshed, check how Lakshmi was doing with her newborn, and if Bijli was okay with the sudden changes her father made. Ratan Kanwar’s nagging made her sigh and nod. “Don’t make so much noise so early in the morning.” She scolded them as they followed her, giggling and skipping down the hall behind her. “Don’t touch the newborn Kunwar Akhil, you will scare Lakshmi.” The familiar alarmed voice made Kunwar Partap stop gathering hay as he placed them down, wiped his forehead and glanced over his shoulder at the cowshed. There was some gig...

I Saw You

Kunwar Pratap was in his brown Dhoti, off-white angrakha and a piece of brown cloth tied to his head when he entered the palace premises. He was standing in the courtyard, eyeing the lofty towers and domes, wondering whom to talk to as some soldiers galloped their horses out of the stables on the right and some people were gathered on the left. The main entrance and two guards on either side and he decided to go towards the stairs leading up to the inner palace when the guards stopped him. “Who are you looking for?” “Rao ji?” He asked unsurely. “Rao Ramrakh…” “What audacity, boy?” The old guard scolded, “Say, Hukum!” “Yes, Hukum.” He nodded. “I came to tend to the stables.” “Then go to the stable, why are you loitering around the private gardens?” One of the soldiers said in a gruff voice. “He must be the one we were told about…” The other one reminded him. “Oh, go to the stables anyway, Hukum is busy practising, I will summon you once he is on the premises.” Pratap nodded at his words...

Towards You

Kunwar Pratap and Ajabde were friends. He didn't feel awkward sharing his plans and thoughts with her anymore. She was more than happy to advise him on everything. She was happy he listened to her advice before taking or discarding them, be it on what to wear to Padmavati's Sagai or how to befriend the revolting Bhils. He loved the way Ajabde always used metaphors from Puranas and Ramayanas to explain the toughest things so easily. She expressed herself so well, so easily that it amazed him.   The Afghans were now led by Mehmood Shah. They have made secret territories in the forests and waited to attack. Rawatji and his spies had confirmed the news and Udai Singh had warned Mehmood Shah to withdraw his troops from Mewar in vain. Now, it was time they declared war. Mehmood Shah had limited resources in Mewar. And his spies clearly suggested that in no way could he win, especially with Kunwar Pratap leading his troops. He was having second thoughts about the war. One of his aides...

Prologue: Impulsive Hearts

1576 CE. The dark clouds circled over the Haveli of the Chieftain at Avadgadh, one of the unimportant posts on the western borders of Mewar, Rajputana. It was the arrival of the rainy season, with occasional downpours over the green veil of the Aravallis on the horizon and the streams that often meandered around the hills now surged like rivers. The monotonous life in the little settlement was stirred by the arrival of guests in the Haveli. It was not usual for the old chieftain to receive so many guests, especially women and it sparked curiosity and rumours among the villagers. Who were these people? Some of them looked like royal ladies and some not. In the inner palace of Avadgadh, on a balustrade that was designed with Jali, nymphs adorning its pillars that looked over the Aravallis in a distance, covered with dark clouds, the gusty wind blew the new curtains almost toppling a vase kept by the window. She caught it, alarmed, almost out of the force of habit to be alert about her su...

Escapades

Ajabde was making a garland out of the marigold flowers in the Rani Baithak. The Princesses and Queens were all there making Preparations for the wedding. Maharani Jaivanta Bai had made sure she assigned everyone one responsibility or the other for Padmavati's wedding. To her, these occasions brought a family together as a unit no matter how many differences they had. Kunwar Pratap and Kunwar Shakti were sent to the market to a vigil on the list of things Sajja had ordered for the wedding. As they entered the Rani Baithak with the sevaks carrying the things, Kunwar Shakti was checking them with the list again while Kunwar Pratap's eyes travelled around the room full of people. His relatives were there too, and so were all those from Sajja's side helping in the wedding, he smiled at them cordially as his search didn't end. Where are you? His Ranima saw his eyes hover as she smiled, calling " Ajabde." She came out of the adjacent room, three garlands in hand. ...

Protectors

Rao Surtan was at the Palace gates as the soldiers tried in vain to attack with arrows. His army was stronger and more competent than the one Balwant headed at the Bijolia Fort Gates. “Break the door” he ordered. “Where is Ajabde?” Hansa looked around the cellar. “Jija!” Ratan exclaimed. “She was on the roof last I saw.” “Ajabde.” Hansa Bai opened the cellar door and stepped out followed by Ratan who was equally worried. “Stay back!” Sajja Bai called in vain as Jaivanta Bai too walked out and up the stairs to the corridors of the Ranimahal in search of Ajabde.  Meanwhile, Surtan’s army had entered the palace and he made his way to the Ranimahal. He was having different thoughts now. Killing Jaivanta Bai won't yield him anything… Maybe capturing a few young maidens… Ratan froze in the corridor seeing the man approach. Behind her were her mother and Jaivanta Bai with the same reaction. “ Jee Bavro ho gayo!” Surtan Singh took out his sword. Ratan took two ste...

Queen of the Heart

Kunwar Pratap was in the Dangal Sthal practising his moves. Ajabde decided it was fair to know his strength before the big competition. Sword in hand, in a white female warrior attire with only her face visible she hid behind one of the large watchtowers of the Dangal watching him move. She heard Rawatji say, " Your left hand is still weaker than the right one with the moves. Both should be perfect." A smile curved her lips. Knowing an opponent's weakness always helps, which is one rule of the war she always remembered.   Kunwar Pratap swung his sword with his left hand and turned around. He could sense someone watching, his sixth sense was never wrong. He looked around and hatched a plan. Ajabde again peeped at the grounds to see it was empty. He had left. She walked towards the empty ground, sword in hand. Suddenly, the cold blade of a sword was felt on her neck. She stopped still. " So someone was spying on me." His voice had a hint of taunt. " No, I was...

She Left...

The war was over and so were the hopes of regaining Chittor. The Battle at Haldighati had robbed the Rana of all his wealth, and brave men, and bruised him for life. Trying to match up to Akbar or rather Raja Man Singh's army with one-third its strength had cost his bravery dearly. He had lost his friend and companion. He had brushed past death. The only good thing that this war ensured was that Akbar accepted that he cannot have Mewar. His army retreated and left the country in peace after almost two decades and seventeen wars. This war gave something else too. Kunwar Shakti came to help his brother in his time of need. He lived up to his brother's expectations of being loyal to his family. A heavy-hearted Rana Pratap Singh was overseeing the construction work on his lost friend's memorial right where he died, trying to save his master. The Bronze statue of the life-like Chetak stood tall but was no match for the void Chetak has left behind. He was lost in his thoughts as ...

You Deserve More

Ajabde woke up with the song of birds as she felt something warm clinging to her hand. Her eyes went wide. Her hand was on the pillow in between, between his hands, clasped as he slept. She thought of removing it slowly but he was holding it so tight. Ajabde's heart beat faster and faster. What do I do now? How do I not wake him? What if... why is my hand in his? She was utterly confused.   " Am I..." In love? Pratap was staring at the sleeping figure on his bed as he again looked back at the rain. Then he looked back frowning as she shivered. He closed the windows of the room, to make it cosy then sat on his side of the bed. A lamp flickered on her side like always and he stared at her sleeping figure as he put his blanket over her as well. She shifted a little in her sleep to make herself cosy again. Her payals and bangles made a rhythmic sound breaking the silence of the room. Her hand was out of her blanket and on the pillow in between. He tried to slowly put it in th...