Chapter 3

Orange

She sat down near it, warming herself up in the bright orange glow of it all. The pot was bubbling, and she was happy with the aroma that was coming from it.

They had been moving in a caravan to Jaisalmer, and he had thought that the night hold was necessary.

So, all of his men, along with her, had set up tents in the fine sands of the desert she was so familiar with.

He had lit up a bonfire, and she had brought out the earthen utensils to cook a meal that could be edible enough for them.

Her eyes flickered again to the flames, as they burst here and there every few seconds. And strangely, the thoughts in her head went nowhere to her childhood.

Had she healed that much?

Instead, she reminisced about another scene, which was so far way, it almost seemed like another birth.

"Mat dekh aise..." His voice was raspy as he sat down next to her.

She smiled. Of course he knew what she was thinking about. They were connected.

"Aapki galti nai thi. Maine hi bewakoofi ki thi haath jala ke." She replied softly, watching how his amber eyes were filled with her pain even after all these years.

"Nahi..." he breathed, taking her palm into his hand, and rubbing it, soothing an imaginary wound, "Meri galti thi."