The big battalion of Amaian soldiers roared towards the front gate of Hiranga. The mascot of Yuvan galloped in the front line. The imperial soldiers who followed him without any hitch started to fluctuate in their mind when they witnessed the mighty doors of Hiranga. Charan and Abhik clutched their reins due to the state of dilemma they have fallen upon. If this situation is not handled well, then the consequences of barging violently into Hirangan gates with a battalion will bring disaster to the entire Mekong.
They saw a group of three or four people waiting for them at the gate. Yuvan got off from his horse and walked towards them. The man before him was holding Apeksha. He rushed to her. Her state of helplessness and a tortured soul with her hands tied and still unconscious in cruel hands broke him. He pulled his sword ragingly and pointed at his throat. His eyes blubbered and he pressed the sword more tightly.
"Don't you dare!" He roared in his bawling voice
"Huh??""Apeksha is the granddaughter of the late emperor's sister. Her father is a duke and an important official. His majesty's friend. The two are her brothers and sub general in Serpents."The information from Shankar was out of the blue. They knew her father was an official but a duke; it was not easy to handle. The intervening relations forming with Hiranga, was it a good sign or not? they couldn't decide. They decided to sort out everything by today.Abhik and Charan walked in and met their prince glancing at di in a mixed daze and amusement. From his posture, they could easily deduce, the veil over their identities had fallen off.They ambled near him. A weird silence was abutting them. All were acquaintances yet stan
"Do you have the guts to marry her?" That question from Jiva was out of the blue. The level of shock had even stirred the roofs. The thrill it brought numbed him. His lips slipped languages. All he could do was to nod and that he did. The following events were unpredicted. Jiva pushed him and they grabbed Apu out of the hall. It was so hard that when he got up, he heard horses neighing. They took her... He rushed to follow but was blocked by Alok and Shankar. "Where are you rushing, groom?" "gr...oom!?" "Bruddah, tonight is your wedding. They took di to return her as your legal wife." Few soldiers, their masks still on their face, barged in with many access
The morning rays from the skies, giggling around the dark clouds caressed her face. She slowly opened her eyes just to find that she was leaning over him for an entire night. Her little movements woke him up. The cute awkwardness between them was enough to make them blush. Soon the cart pulled."Prince, we have arrived at Dahshur."He looked at her, "We had an incomplete walk. I wish to complete that journey with you. Will you walk me to our mansion." Her little smile was his answer. They both got off the cart."You guys wait for me in the mansion. " The big battalion left the streets in a flurry.The street was slowly waking up after its sleep. It still had the smell of rain. They walked slowly in the silent street.Looking at her, Yuvan hesitated but was resolute; "Apu... I know, you are worried about our marriage. You know you can ask me anything. It hurts seeing you silent.""I..." She gripped her hands tight.He clenched her hands calmly and replied in a reassuring note; "I am Y
The trek to Dashur was like a portent caddy for him glinting his life endlessly. He met the surreal and sudden yet the most superior one in his life. Acquainting Hiranga and becoming their relative was a bizarre dream. The importance of loyal officials in the borders defending Hiranga was crucial for Amai and he succeeded in it as a handout.Messenger birds flew all the way to the Amaian capital with the surprising news of marriage. The account of his wedding spread across the country like wildfire. The crowned prince of Amai marrying a Hirangan girl became the heated topic in the city whose results were keenly anticipated even by the common folk. All sorts of stories were cooked up within the short span and were fueled by the street story tellers. In their journey to the Amaian capital spanning about three days, she was a novelty for the imperial guards. Even with their curiosity about her as a woman who could tame their leader, they rarely went near her. The fact was that they wante
A strong wind from the unknown land waved her hair and dress. It had a strong smell that overwhelmed her months ago. It was jasmine. But in this land, it was different. It had a faint smell of blood blended in. She followed the horse neigh and moved forward. The smell of blood thickened. The path was wet and had big oak and nutmeg trees in its way. The path seemed to be habituated but now it's deserted. She couldn't infer her appearance in that strange place nor about others who left her here. The place seemed to be a maze for her with no intervening paths and the horses seemed to be her only clue. As she progressed, she could feel a sense of nostalgia whose origin she was unaware of. The number of horses seemed to be increasing and she felt the presence of a mob. She rushed in that direction but the destination seemed to be endless. She was slowly draining her energy as well as her optimism. Amanya dimly starts to accept the harsh reality before her; she is lost. Lost in an unknown w
The eyes were the same but the stare was different. They stared back at her like spilling fire balls. It had the reserves of revenge. Her state, her helplessness she sensed a strange empathy with her lookalike. The blood around her, it felt as if she was strangled by the vines of cedar. The clouds were covering the sun as if they were in accordance with her mourning. The wind was changing its colors to a dark tornado. Out of blue, a large lightning struck the ground; right in between them two. The impact was as bad as she was thrown to the ground. The land suddenly started shivering. The swords started shaking and slowly stood in the air pointing towards the sky. They surrounded her in circles and she was the center. Amanya mustered all her courage and slowly stepped towards her. The swords were making way for her. She slowly took her step one by one, every inch with a heavy heart. The closer she gets, the more distressed and depressed she feels. The distance between them was just a f
The cart passed the gates of Amaian court. Their arrival was celebrated by the skies. Dark clouds filled the sky hiding the last rays of light. It was not a pleasant welcome as if Yama was welcomed by hell.The iron doors of the palace opened before them with a bang. She stood behind him and before them was a big battalion of imperial soldiers welcoming their crowned prince. The army doesn't seem to be that warm as Hiranga, she thought. As the guard of honor was over, Ashok stayed and other comrades left per their instruction. Yuvan and Abhik with Charan went to greet his majesty before introducing her."This land will suffer... I swear, I won't let you live in peace..." The words from the plays resonated in her ears. Standing in the giant steps to the palace, she couldn't help but to think of the history of goddess and Amai. It felt strange though as for the past one year, all around her revolved about the myths of goddesses and her curse."How is Amai?""Lord, you have a big obstacl
Walking back with him was different. All the eyes that stared at her now kneeled before them. Words from the paralyzed face were too powerful, she thought. Amai was different from Hiranga. In Hiranga, the king is the father of land as well as father of Amanya but in Amai, more than a father-son relation she could feel a king and his subject bond with them."Let me take you to my house, the white pearl mansion. " He loaded her on the horse brought by Ashok. The horse, a majestic beast with a beautiful brown body, spiked through the itinerary of the palace. Other than going to the mansion which was just a few meters away, he toured her through the entire palace as if he was proclaiming, look! this is my queen, bow to her oh Amai.The mansion was full of surprises for her. Though she knew the entire mansion, its layout seeing it face to face was somewhat melancholic for her. The amuses went on to retain all her favorite maids from Dashur. Other than the maids and servants in the mansion,