Do naina aur ek kahaani
Thoda sa baadal thoda sa paani aur...ek kahani.
Her musical voice hit the final low note before ending the lullaby ...bindusaar must have been asleep . Who wouldn't? she has an enchanting voice with an equally soothing effect. Yes who wouldn't but him would sleep. Chandragupta grinned mischievously , tonight was not the night to sleep. Finally he would have nandini all for himself. He mentally chided himself for being jealous from his own son but couldn't help. His son's growing obsession for his choti maa was making things really inconvenient for him to say the least. He would not leave nandini for a moment to begin with and if he did by any chance he would make sure nobody else gets access to his mother and definitely not his father. Man he still remembers the tantrum the boy threw after waking up and finding his father's head resting on his mother's lap; off lately his son's favorite spot. Their battles were epic and one sided with he always loosing and sulking.
Nandini teases the real culprit is his genes but wasn't he always reasonable as in he has always shared nandini with all the ladies of the palace who it seems have no work other than hovering besides her. Why does everyone has to be gushing over his wife so obsessedly when he the rightful person was there to do the honors. But tonight he would compensate and compensate all. With a sly grin he pushed the door of his room, their room
Entering the room he saw bindusaar sleeping peacefully in his cot clutching the small toy flute made in gold, nowadays his favorite toy. When awake he will blow in it and produce sounds which would deafen an already deaf . Shaking his head while smiling he searched for her. His eyes trailed to the dressing mirror...there she was dressed in a light blue outfit removing the last pieces of her jewelries .He leaned at the door frame watching his wife. Good! he would be spared from the tedious fidgety task of removing those complicated pieces ,why does she has to wear them anyway... she was one of those rare beauties who would look all the way more alluring without all those fineries .So pure, so innocent, like a dew drop but then he liked the fact that she in her complete entrancing form is exclusively for him and only him.
Only he has the right to sip in the intoxicant that those dark orbs have to offer, to taste the delicacies her full luscious lips have to serve and keep close her petite frame with all her curves snuggling perfectly into his frame. Putting a trail to his maverick thoughts about his very own wife Chandragupta chided himself once again .Tonight was not the night to be wasted on thoughts it was a night for actions. She was done removing all her jewels ... her dupatta was carelessly dangling on one side of her shoulder giving him a clear view of the otherwise hidden assets ...Lord she was looking dangerously tempting.Her hair now undone were flying carelessly wild and untamed with wind rustling and whispering through them making him jealous only he has the right to do that...he groaned inwardly... Will this woman ever realise the kind of effect she has on him.
She looked through the mirror meeting his gaze, passed him a coy smile... enough for him to take the cue. Not leaving her gaze for a moment he strode towards her ...she turned around looking at him playfully taking a step back while he kept moving forward with each step she took back. Both of them knew where it was going...finally she collided with the wall . Towering his frame over her he bent down to inhale the fragrance of his woman ...the fragrance which drives him insane ...ruffling her hairs with his hands ...he blew in her ears softly before nuzzling her neck making her grasp his arms ...knowing that was her soft spot he continued the torture making her moan in pleasure. Thoroughly enjoying the effect he was having he ran his fingers on the length of her arms as she pressed herself deeper into his chest. Engulfing her into his embrace Chandra made her look at him...and was once again drowned into those dark deep pair of orbs which were looking back at him with all the innocence in the world.Her luscious lips were tempting him dangerously compelling him to cover the inches between and he was precisely doing the same . WHEN...
Oh! when a shrill cry broke the spell making the couple throw horrifying glance at the source of the noise . Baby bindu was awake and by this time was holding the railing of his cot trying to stand , calling for his mother as his mellow cries grew to indignant ones .
Throwing his hands up in frustration Chandragupta resigned and watched his wife running to tend their son,cradling and soothing him. Letting out an exasperated sigh he sat on the dressing chair hoping baby bindu to once again drift into sleep.
Hours later...
The king and queen watched their son crawling on the bed with his toys spread around. The prince had no plans to sleep... not tonight at least. He cooed in glee playing a rattle and turned around to show it to his parents with his tooth less grin ...looking at his mother he threw the toy and sprang towards her on his fours laughing and cooing as she held him close to her bosom
Chandragupta watched with content ... his thoughts trailing back to his gurukul days.
His friend mohan has asked " Chandra tumne kabhi koi swapan dekha hai ( Have you dreamt ever)
"ye kaisa prashna hai...har manushya swapan dekhta ha jab woh raatri kaal mein nidra mein hota hai? he has asked frowning (translation: what kind of a question is this...each one of us dream while we sleep). His friend was not someone who would ask frivolous questions just for the sake of it.
" Arey nahin mitra main un swapanon ki baat nahin kar raha main unn swapanon ke Vishay mein baat kar raha hoon jo hum jaagte hue dekhte hain jo hume sone hi nahin dete ( no my friend not those usual dreams I'm talking about those which we see while awake which doesn't let us sleep)
"Achcha toh aisa kaho na ...mera swapan hai ki main apne acharya ki har apeksha par khara utroon, unke akhand bharat ke lakshya mein apna ek mahatvapoorna yogdaan doon (oh! You mean those dreams ...okay so mine is to full fill every expectation that acharya has from me and take an active part in fulfilling his aim of akhand bharat) said Chandra with a blazing confidence and loyal submission on his face.
" Tum ab bhi nahin samjhe , ye tumhara lakshaya hai jaise acharya ka hai akhand bharat...main uss swapan ki baat kar raha hoon jinke bare main hume pata hota hai ki woh kabhi poore nahin honge tab bhi hum unhe dekhte hain...hume pata hota hai ki woh kabhi vastavik nahin honge tab bhi hum jab prathana karte hain tab ek baar unn ke bare mein avashya sochte hain (you still don't understand ...this is your aim just like acharya has akhand bharat. I meant those dreams which we know will never full fill still we dream about them...we know they will never turn into reality but still every time when we bow down to pray we couldn't help but remember those dreams in our prayers)
"yeh Kya vichitra baatein kar rahe ho tum aaj ...chodo ye sab mujhe jaane do paath ka abhyaas karne ka samay ho gaya hai (what rubbish are you upto today...now let me go it's time to do the lessons)
Saying so Chandragupta had taken an abrupt turn lest his friend comes to know that he too dreamt, dreamt when he was clearly not allowed to do so. Acharya has not brought him to let him dream still he dreamt ...OF HOME.
Ba ba ba...his thoughts were broken by his son's blabber he is learning to speak and trying his hands feverishly into it. Scooped into nandini's arm he was now throwing his hand towards him indicating his desire to be held by his father . Obliging his son's wish (as if the doting father hadn't ever) he took him into his arms. Bindu cooed into the crook of his neck occasionally looking up and clapping his hands. Taking a smiling nandini into his another arm he smiled blissfully.
Chandragupta maurya was finally home
Okay guys this is my first attempt at writing...I don't know how it has shaped up good bad worse...this whole idea came to my mind ...was gushing with such force that I couldn't help but pen it down cheating my study regime. So that was it...if you read it and happen to like it by any chance do press a "LIKE" that would mean a lot for a scribbler like me and by any chance I'm fortunate enough to get a comment from your side...criticism sar aakhon pe😳
