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“And now she is your friend?” Meera smiled as Pratap went about cleaning his room, talking to her.
“She is a royal and...”
“So? Who laid down a rule that two humans cannot connect if they want to?” Meera frowned. “Anyone can be friends, what is the harm?”
“Badima.” He shrugged “Your rules don’t apply in this world.”
“You are the wrong Ladesar, my rules are universal just like love is. They have been so for ages, it is this society that keeps changing its rules.” She smiled.
“I don’t know. I feel she has been lonely all her life, and she just needs people to open up to.” He shrugged. “She has a heart of gold.” His hand stopped at work as he looked at nothing in particular “She is trying so hard and not wanting anyone to see it too. She wants everything she never had... family, friendship... love...”
“You seem to know her quite well in these few days.” Meera spoke plainly making him go back to dusting, “She talks a lot with you?”
“No.” His voice was soft and Meera eyed him with a smile.
“So when is she leaving?” Meera’s words suddenly made his heart skip a beat. It had totally skipped his mind. “I don’t know, I requested her to meet her parents once.”
“Did she agree?”
“I guess so.” Pratap shrugged. His phone rang and he picked it up to see her name on the screen. He eyed Meera once and went across to the other room in a hurry.
“Hello.”
“Meet me at the Mandakini Kund for sunset.” Her voice seemed restless.
“What? Why?” He frowned.
“Because I want to see the sunset.” She disconnected before he could say anything else.
The Mandakini Kund was empty as usual when Pratap parked his bike and frowned at no other vehicle in sight. He thought he had arrived on time and checked his watch. Then in a moment, he took off his watch and put it in his pocket and made his way to the Kund. Ajabdeh sat there, in a pair of denim teamed with a sweatshirt, her hands in her pocket, tapping her sneakers on the stairs. The sound of him approaching made her turn as he looked surprised.
“You walked all the way here?” He frowned.
“Jogged.” She shrugged matter-of-factly. “Sit down.”
He sat down on the step below her, his hands on his knees and checked that the sun was far from setting. She frowned a little, and went down on the same stair beside him, as he moved a little away awkwardly.
“I am thinking of leaving.” Her words were said firmly, and he noticed her staring at the water. Her face looked pale.
“What?” He frowned “Why?”
“I don’t think I have anything to do here, than only complex things.” She shook her head “And the moment they arrive and see me here, there will be melodrama.”
“They can also be happy?” Pratap said suggestively.
“The last time they were happy with me was...” She sighed. “Never! Ajabdeh why do you wear such clothes, why do you hang out in these places, why are you doing this... why that... it has always been like that!”
“But... this is your place too.” He said in sudden urgency. “You have the right to...”
“You don’t want me to leave?” Her words were almost said in an impulse, as she looked at him in disbelief. Pratap was taken aback at this unusual question and stared at her for a brief moment and back at the water.
“I didn’t mean that.” He said awkwardly “I meant everything you want in your life, is worth a battle. Even if it is with your own.” Ajabdeh stared at him like she had seen a ghost. Then she smiled.
“Did I say something to smile about?” He asked narrowing his eyes a bit.
“Oh, you have no idea what you just said.” Ajabdeh shook her head and took a deep breath “But yes, you are right. Why leave things at what if and regret them later? And when I will be back to Udaipur, I want no baggage with me; I want to leave the Princess of Surajgarh behind once and for all.”
“You can’t.” He shook his head “It is who you are. We are all born for something Badima says. A Purpose. Yours is to serve your people.”
“And what about me? What do I want? What do I need?” She asked frowning at him.
“What do you need?” he asked as she stared at him and looked away.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “For now I want to see this sunset.”
“You know, years later, we will remember these sunsets and conversations, and smile.” He said in a melancholy mood. “And we will remember each other.”
She frowned at his words “We will remember each other? You won’t be there for me when I need you?”
He shook his head “You will be the Ranisa of the estate then, you will have a lot more efficient people around you to help you, and you will have your own people, a family...”
“And where will you go?” She asked “I can make you my Manager! We can do this together...”
“I won’t be staying here once I can convince Badima to leave.” He said plainly.
“She won’t leave,” Ajabdeh spoke in a reflex.
“I can try still.” He shrugged.
“And what will you do after that?” She frowned.
“I don’t know I don’t plan much ahead. I believe in living in the moment.” Pratap shrugged. “We won’t be here forever.”
“Are you living in the moment now?” Ajabdeh asked smiling.
“Yes. With you.” Pratap said the words in a reflex and their eyes met making his heart take a funny leap.”I meant...”
“Hush!” Ajabdeh looked away at the sun and smiled “Don’t ruin beautiful things with words.”
Pratap stared at her and back at nature. He did not know what she meant and why he said what he said, but all he knew was he would perhaps never in his life, forget this very moment, that he shared here, silently, with this girl, who he was scared to admit, had made a place in his heart like no one else ever did. He cherished whatever little memories he could make out of these moments.



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