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“Take me home where we met so many years before.” - The Very First Night. Ajabdeh had rehearsed the scene in her head a thousand times over. She wouldn’t flinch; she wouldn’t even give a smile. A smile would mean she was happy to see him, right? For an overthinker like herself who tends to see more into things than she should, it was tough to conclude. How does one behave toward someone they haven't seen in a long time? How do you behave so that it is evident that she doesn’t care about a mistake of the past but cares enough to be a friend? Was it a bad idea to bring Jalal along for her cousin’s wedding? Or perhaps it would be a pleasant surprise for Pratap to see his childhood friend dating the girl who is crazy for him ? Her jaw tightened as she remembered the taunt in their voices, the amusement in his. Who would believe her now if she told them that he was the same person who pushed her up against the staircase wall and kissed her like he wanted to savour her? That it wasn’t a...
Happy Valentine's Day, readers! Hope you put your self-love and your love for reading right at the top when you celebrate today! The night was eerie; the veil of stars shone in the clear sky, with occasional clouds travelling with the wind, playing hide-and-seek with the crescent moon. The leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, and somewhere in the forestland, the call of an animal broke the silence. Owls hooted somewhere, and in the darkness, one could see across the arid land, beyond the water of a lake, a fort wall was lit by the torches of the guards who were awake and alert. The sandstone castle in the middle of the small township was asleep. The corridors of the Mardana Mahal, where noblemen and princes were stationed, were heavily guarded tonight. The prince of Mewar was travelling through this small town, on one of his many campaigns. The square-shaped palace had an inner courtyard for the ladies. Opposite the Mardana Mahal was the Andar Mahal, where the women resided. They ...
Legend has it that Pratap had to struggle for his father Rana Udai Singh's approval for his wedding to the daughter of Bijoliya's chieftain, Ajbante Kanwar Punwar. It is so because he was the crown prince, and his first queen was supposed to be the next queen of Mewar. Hence, his father expected his first bride to be a powerful princess who would aid his political needs. But stubborn as he always was, Kunwar Pratap had other plans. The water of the Bhimlat was still. The sound of the waterfall could be heard in the silent afternoon in the dense forest. A pebble caused ripples in the water and alerted the horse gazing nearby. He looked up at the source of the stone. Then began grazing peacefully once again. The source of the stone, however, was far from being peaceful. His face wore a frown as he stared around restlessly for the umpteenth time. He sat unmindful on the large rock on the bank of the water body, watching the ripples closely, lost in thought. The sound of anklets...
Kalindi stood looking at the Ganga in the distance as Trilochon watched her. It was later in the night, and the stars were veiling the clear summer sky. A cool breeze blew from the Ganga, relaxing Kalindi’s restless heart as she took a stroll. Trilochon had spotted her in the garden from his balcony and walked up to her. She did not turn as he came up behind her and cleared his throat. “I apologise for storming off like that.” He was the first to speak. Kalindi inhaled. “Have you heard that she went to borrow a saree from Bouma to wear to some party?” Kalindi spoke rather monotonously. “Yes, Bouma said so.” Trilochon cleared his throat. He left out the part where Asha enthusiastically told him about Bondita blushing and her idea of telling Bondita to confess her feelings. Instead, Trilochon added, “The senior is very influential. He can have some good contacts for Bondita. Perhaps enough for her to get a job in Kolkata, like you wanted.” Kalindi could hear through his unconvincing...
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