Chapter 3 :The unyielding Princess

The unyielding Princess

Golden sunlight filtered through the gentle, dewy haze of morning, casting a warm glow on the serene river below. The water sparkled like a canvas of diamonds, as it danced with ripples of light, creating a mesmerising display that reflected the awakening day. Soft lapping sounds echoed through the air, as the river's gentle currents caressed the shore.

The cool mist of dawn hung suspended, weaving through the towering trees like ethereal fingers. It carried the faint whispers of ancient warriors' legends—stories of bravery and honour that seemed to echo in the rustling leaves, their soft susurrations weaving a mystical spell. The scent of damp earth and blooming flowers wafted through the air, entrancing the senses.

Tall trees, sentinels of the riverbank, stood vigilant, their leafy canopies a vibrant tapestry of emerald and olive hues. The morning light cast long shadows across the grassy banks, where wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, their delicate petals shimmering like tiny jewels.

On the river's edge, two spirited girls, both aged around fifteen or sixteen, engaged in intense sword practice. Their blades clashed in a rhythmic symphony, the metallic ring echoing through the stillness.

Princess Sanyogita's elegance shone amidst the serene morning backdrop. Her white khaki attire, adorned with intricate embroidery, accentuated her athletic physique, honed from years of rigorous training. Her slender yet toned arms wielded the sword with precision, each strike a testament to her mastery. The soft rustle of her attire and the subtle gleam of sweat on her skin added to her captivating presence. The traditional turban wrapped around her dark hair added a touch of regality, her oval-shaped face, framed by the traditional turban, glowed with a flawless, radiated complexion.

Her face was a masterpiece of elegance, with a straight nose bridge and a gentle, rounded slope, slightly upturned at the tip, giving her an endearing and innocent look. Her dark hair, neatly tied up beneath the traditional turban, framed her striking facial features.

Her lips, a natural pink Cupid's bow, curved upwards in a perpetual smile, inviting as the petals of a rose. The upper lip formed a gentle, rounded peak, while the lower lip was full and plump. This captivating smile hinted at her compassionate and gentle nature.

Her eyes, bright as the nights with glistening stars, sparkled with focus as she parried and ripped with precision, radiating a sense of inner strength and resilience.

In this idyllic setting, surrounded by nature's splendour and the ancient whispers of legends, Princess Sanyogita embodied the perfect blend of beauty, strength, and determination – a true warrior princess.

As she practised alongside her best friend, Manvi's whose stunning features shone radiantly in the gentle morning light. Her light brown skin glowed like warm honey, infused with a subtle golden undertone, as the sun's rays kissed her complexion.

Dressed in a striking purple khaki ensemble embellished with exquisite embroidery, Manvi radiated an enchanting fusion of elegance and power. Her lithe yet athletic form flowed seamlessly through each movement, every strike of her sword showcasing the prowess she had honed over time. It was a captivating dance of skill and spirit, reflecting the essence of her warrior soul.

Her dark hair, neatly tied up beneath the turban, framed her heart-shaped face, accentuating her striking facial features. A few stray strands escaped, softly caressing her cheeks, adding a touch of whimsy to her determined expression.

Manvi's expressive eyes, bright as polished onyx, sparkled with intensity as she parried and ripped with precision. Her sharp, pointed nose added a touch of elegance, while her small, round, rose-pink lips, full and luscious, curved into a resolute line, hinting at her unwavering focus.

With every move, Manvi exuded a quiet confidence, her stunning appearance complemented by her inner strength and warrior spirit. Her presence seemed to embody the essence of a lotus flower – delicate, yet unyielding, rising above the challenges with elegance and poise.

With every move, both the girls exuded a quiet confidence, her stunning appearance complemented by their inner strength and warrior spirit.

They were parried and lunged with precision and vigour, the rhythmic clash of their sharp swords resounding against the backdrop of the soft gurgle of the river. Beads of sweat glistened on their brows, trickling down their determined faces, yet neither was willing to concede defeat. Their bodies, though undoubtedly weary from the exertion, vibrated with an infectious enthusiasm that fueled their practice. With every strike and every meeting of steel, the bond between them deepened, as did their dreams of becoming fearless warriors in their own right.

Later, Princess Priyamvada arrived at the training grounds, and she was taken aback by the extraordinary display of skill her two childhood best friends showcased before her.

As they danced around each other, exhaustion seemed a distant memory, banished by their unyielding spirits and unwavering resolve. Sanyogita’s strikes were precise and purposeful, each thrust aimed with meticulous accuracy, while Manvi countered with agility, her swift movements effortlessly evading her opponent’s attacks.

Priyamvada's breath hitched in her throat as she witnessed the mesmerising duel. Her eyes widened in awe, drinking in the fluid movements, her thoughts racing: "How skilled they've become! Sanyogita's precision is unmatched, and Manvi's agility is breathtaking!"

As she watched, the morning sunlight danced across the duo's faces, highlighting the determination etched on their features. The soft rustle of leaves and gentle lapping of the river provided a serene backdrop to their intense practice.

"Marvellous, even words will fall short to praise the elegance of you both, bestie Princess Sanyogita and bestie Manvi!" Priyamvada's voice, like a gentle breeze, pierced the silence, startling the duo.

Manvi's hand, holding the sword, halted mid-air, while Sanyogita's gaze snapped towards the speaker. Their faces swivelled, eyes locking onto Priyamvada's radiant smile.

As Sanyogita's gaze met Priyamvada, her heart skipped a rhythmic beat, like a missed note in a melodic symphony. "Rajkumari Priyamvada, aap kab aye?" she asked, her voice dripping with warmth, her black arch eyebrow dipping in the middle, crafting an inquiring expression.

Sanyogita's hand instinctively rested on the hilt of her sword, its leather-wrapped grip worn from countless battles. She secured it against her left waist, the metal glinting in the morning light .

Manvi's lips curled into a warm, inviting smile, her eyes sparkling like polished diamonds, as she took in Priyamvada's elegant appearance. The morning light danced across Priyamvada's face, highlighting the golden undertones of her complexion, making her glow like a sunrise over the hills.

Priyamvada's laughter, a melodic chiming of bells, filled the air, echoing off the muddy ground. The sound resonates deep within Sanyogita, stirring a sense of joy and familiarity.

As Priyamvada stepped forward, her silk attire rustled softly, releasing the subtle scent of jasmine and rose petals. The fragrance wafted through the open vast river bank entwining with the sweet aroma of incense, creating a heady bouquet.

"I arrived just in time to witness your breathtaking display," Priyamvada said, her voice infused with genuine admiration, her words dripping with sincerity. Her eyes shone like stars on a clear night, reflecting her genuine appreciation.

Sanyogita's face mirrored Priyamvada's warmth, her smile spreading like sunlight across her face.

Sanyogita's gaze locked onto Priyamvada, her eyes sparkling with playful scepticism. "Rajkumari Priyamvada, you just visited Aryanagar to witness our skill? I don't believe it!" She teased, her right brow arching upward like a perfectly drawn bow.

Manvi's eyes darted between the two, her mind racing with questions. What had truly brought Priyamvada to their kingdom?

Priyamvada's lips curled into an enigmatic smile, her cheeks glowing like sunrise-kissed petals. She clasped her right hand near her chest, her left index finger rising to her chin, her gaze tilting upward in a gesture of endearing secrecy.

"No, at all, my dear bestie," she said, her voice honey-sweet, dripping with hidden meaning. "I have a reason to come here."

As Priyamvada glided toward them, the soft jingling of her gold ankle rings echoed through the morning air, harmonising with the gentle lapping of the river against the shore. The melodious sound seemed to match the rhythm of Sanyogita's curiosity.

The warm sunlight danced across Priyamvada's elegant attire, accentuating the intricate embroidery that shimmered like stars on a midnight sky. The delicate patterns seemed to come alive, telling tales of ancient traditions and forgotten lore.

The scent of jasmine and rose petals wafted from Priyamvada's hair, entwining with the sweet aroma of the river flowers. The fragrance filled the air, transporting Sanyogita and Manvi to a realm of wonder and intrigue.

Sanyogita's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with possibilities. What secret has Princess Priyamvada brought with her?

Priyamvada opened her arms wide, enveloping Sanyogita in a warm, tender hug. The delicate blend of rose and jasmine in her perfume wafted around them, transporting them to a garden of love and friendship. The sweet fragrance danced on the breeze, mingling with the scent of blooming flowers.

"Janamdin ki hardik subha kamnaye Rajkumari.... Happy Birthday, dearieeeee!" Priyamvada exclaimed, her voice infused with genuine affection, echoing through the vast river bank like a joyful melody.

Sanyogita's eyes widened in surprise, her face radiating delight as she broke the embrace. Her skin glowed with happiness, her smile illuminating the space around her.

"You came all the way from Nagon Kingdom just to wish me?" she asked, her voice tinged with heartfelt gratitude, her words barely above a whisper.

Priyamvada's eyes sparkled with mischief, shining like polished gemstones in the sunlight. She exchanged a teasing glance with Manvi, their shared understanding reflected in the subtle arch of Manvi's eyebrows.

"Toh nahi toh kya, I was missing my dear friend so much, so I came to wish you first, bestie," Priyamvada said, her lips curling into a playful smile. Her voice dripped with warmth, like honey pouring from a golden pot.

Sanyogita's eyes widened, her brows arching in surprise, as she grasped Priyamvada's arms. "Rajkumari Priyamvada, aap humein koi sandesh bhi yo vej sakti thi ? (You could have sent me a letter about your arrival instead, couldn't you?)"

The warm sunlight dancing across Priyamvada's face highlighted her mischievous grin. "Princess Sanyogita, at least give me a chance to finish my words... You think I came directly from Nagaon?" Her voice dripped with secrecy, like honey dripping from a golden honeycomb.

Sanyogita's gaze locked onto Priyamvada, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and concern, mirroring Manvi's expression. Manvi stepped forward, her voice infused with urgency , her feet sinking slightly into the damp earth.

"Then? Tell Rajkumari, don't keep us both in suspense!" Manvi's words hung in the air like the mist rising from the river.

Priyamvada's laughter echoed through the courtyard, a melodic chiming of bells. "Patience, my friends... All will be revealed." Her eyes shone like polished gemstones, reflecting the intrigue.

The river's gentle lapping and the rustling grasses created a soothing background hum, underscoring the tension of their conversation. The air vibrated with anticipation, like the gentle hum of a harp string.

Sanyogita's fingers tightened around Priyamvada's arms, her touch conveying her deep concern. "Priyamvada, if Maharaj Abhay Singh discovers your presence here..." Her voice trailed off, the unspoken warning hanging like a delicate thread.

Priyamvada's hand gently settled on Manvi's shoulder, her touch warm and reassuring. As she began to speak, her voice wove a spell of intrigue.

"I admit, I could have sent you a letter. But since it was the fourth Purnamasi since we last met, I ached to see you both. I missed our laughter, our whispers, and our midnight conversations under the stars."

The sunlight dancing across Priyamvada's face highlighted her mischievous grin. "I asked Rajmata to let me stay at Vasundhara Maa Ashram. From there, I crafted a clever plan."

Sanyogita's and Manvi's eyes locked onto Priyamvada, their faces reflecting a mix of amusement and astonishment.

"I showed Vasundhara Maa a letter, supposedly written by you, Princess Sanyogita, inviting me to her birthday celebration at Arya Nagar palace. And, to my surprise, she believed me!" .

As Priyamvada finished her narration, Sanyogita and Manvi's jaws dropped in unison. Their mouths hung open, their faces frozen in incredulity.

"Rajkumari, you always deceive Vasundhara Maa," Sanyogita said, her voice tinged with laughter, shaking her head in wonder.

"And the peculiar thing is that she believes your lies," Manvi added, her tone laced with disbelief, her eyes wide with amazement.

"Rajkumari Priyamvada, this time you took a risk beyond measure," Sanyogita began, her voice laced with concern, her brow furrowed in worry.

Priyamvada's eyes sparkled with defiance, her voice cutting through Sanyogita's words like a gentle breeze through the riverine trees. "Rajkumari, nothing will happen to me." Her tone echoed with conviction.

The warm sunlight filtered through the noble boughs of the trees, casting a gentle glow that danced across Priyamvada's face, illuminating her determined expression like a spotlight. With fierce conviction, she declared,

“And why must princesses always be cautious ? No one ever advises princes to remain confined within the large walls of the Palace.” Her words hung in the air, filled with a sense of defiance that seemed to resonate deeply with the surrounding atmosphere.

Sanyogita's gaze softened, her eyes warming like the golden light of the setting sun. Her glance lingered on Priyamvada's resolute face.

Turning to her friend, she continued, her voice steady and filled with admiration, “And, Princess Sanyogita, you were always the one who dared to challenge the strict rules and suffocating regulations that were imposed upon us during our days at the Ashram.” The memories of their shared youth lingered in her mind, fond yet tinged with the weight of expectations they had both wished to escape.

Next to her, Manvi nodded in agreement, her dark hair rustling softly in the gentle breeze that swept through the gardens. Her eyes sparkled with understanding, reflecting the shared experiences and unspoken bonds of friendship that had only grown stronger over the years.

Priyamvada then turned her gaze back to Sanyogita, her voice infused with sincerity. “Vasundhara Maa treasures you, Princess Sanyogita, not only for your gracious demeanour but also for your sharp intellect and unwavering spirit. You have always been a beacon of hope and strength to those around you.”

Each word was spoken with a heartfelt intensity, underscoring the admiration and respect Priyamvada held for her friend. The garden around them seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging the significance of their conversation.

Priyamvada's face glowed with determination, her voice filled with conviction. "And I didn't come alone; Sainik accompanied me. Don't worry excessively about me. I longed to share today with my two closest friends."

As she stepped forward, the grasses swayed around her, releasing their sweet fragrance. Manvi and Sanyogita opened their arms, embracing Priyamvada in a warm, tender hug.

Priyamvada's hair mingled with Sanyogita and Manvi's, creating a rich tapestry of dark and golden hues. Their hearts beat in harmony, their bond strengthened by shared memories and secrets

They stood on the riverbank, surrounded by the soothing sounds of gently lapping water. The damp, muddy ground squelched beneath their feet, releasing the earthy scent of wet soil.The air vibrated with the sweet songs of birds, celebrating their reunion. The moist, green grasses swayed in the breeze, their delicate blades rustling softly. The air was alive with the sweet songs of river birds, their melodies intertwining with the murmur of the river.