OSR Samyukta 41-Life afresh at Sawai pg49 - Page 33

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OSR Samyukta part 34 - While some cherish their gifts, others battle out their woes!

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Aryanaagar, the capital – The Shramik temple

Availing the purest time of the day, when the sun scarcely begins to display its brilliant rays in full glory; large numbers of humble Shramik men and women parade the pathways leading towards the only place of true solace for their less fortunate group. Traversing the crowded passages that morning; the subjects disregard their curiosity to peek at the unusual presence of a heavily guarded royal palanquin outside their temple and attend to their own affairs, by quietly progressing inside. Bashfully observing the queer expressions on the faces of the passerbys; the grand retinue of maids awaiting the palanquin, while their time by speculating on the probable cause behind their queen's visit at a Shramik shrine by exchanging quiet gossip. However, secluding herself from her maids, the crowds and the rickety wooden gates; the royal mother restlessly waits inside her palanquin, oblivious of how starkly her current state of mind differed from her previous visit to the same temple. Unmindful of her lustrous white attire or splendorous pearls and diamonds; the insecure Nivritti repeatedly rewraps herself in a simple shawl, nervously dwelling on the words of a melodious bhajan, she had just heard emanating from within the walls of the shrine.

Oh Lord Krishna, safeguard and protect my family from harm or injury
Make me realize that the happiness in my life is a charity of your endless sympathy
Oh playful one! Blessed with the fortune of two doting mothers so holy -
Raised by the fair Yashoda, though born to the noble Devaki!
Do shower your liberal gifts of immense affection and concern upon me,
Please do not fail to acknowledge the love and care of this humble devotee.
Oh Lord Krishna, safeguard and protect my family from harm or injury.

Her fazed condition suddenly disturbed by a soft voice outside her palanquin; Nivritti hurriedly shoves aside the silk curtains screening her and notices her chief maid Sunanda, addressing her on a humble note "Ranima... I have escorted the lady... Pari... that you had ordered me to summon..." 

Palace of Aryanaagar – The palace gardens (Community lawns)
Continuing on his unplanned stroll in the endless green patches of communal gardens, through stimulating wafts of fresh morning air; Veer forgets the soreness in his painful limbs, as he mulls on the puzzling statement that the intriguing girl had just uttered.
Silently savouring the hours of daybreak that were yet too early for the regular presence of commoners, gardeners or maids; Veer casually turns around in order to question his fascinating acquaintance "What did you mean, when you said that you might be running out of time?"
Gauging the hints of bafflement on the expressions of the prince facing her; the brave girl quickly dismisses the purport of her statements "Rajkumar... I mean, I have many other problems to tend to... chores to attend to..."
Unaware of the dire circumstances behind her reply; Veer resents Shera's response that seemed to reveal how the frisky girl fulfilled all her fancies, using her sheer charms "Oh! So she summons royalty at her whim as per her own busy schedules! Like I have no chores or problems to attend to ......" trying to hastily forgo his displeasure in order to keep up formalities; the prince folds his hand imposingly before resuming general conversation with her "So, how are affairs at your end? I heard that the ministry of defence were very pleased with the quality of your weapons...and that your shop has been granted permission to supply for the Aryanagar arsenal..."
Heeding the prince's enquiry; the preoccupied blacksmith sincerely thanks Veer's recommendations and aid in the matter with a warm nod and a wholehearted affable smile. 
On only perceiving what appeared like a casual smile from her, in gratitude for his help in having got her the tribe the contract; the royal feels offended and scoffs her attitude "Never even concerned herself with letting me know of the successful developments, despite my assistance in endorsing her weapons...accepts all help handed out to her, but never acknowledges it with the appropriate gratitude... if I was as heartless as many other aristocrats, I could have...I would...I..." his spirits dampened and pride rebelling, on reaching an inadvertent conclusion that the nonchalant girl barely regarded his status; Veer concludes on a cynical note "How grateful of you, for keeping me informed and acknowledging my assistance..."

Instantly grasping the unfriendly tone in his remark and the reasons behind it; the girl reverts to her fun-loving disposition, as she asks the prince with an innocent smile "You seem upset Rajkumar..."
Compulsively ignoring Shera's enchanting self and smiles, to scan the gradually increasing populace frequenting the vast surroundings of his palace; the irked Veer murmurs aloud "Nothing... if you don't have anything substantial to report ... I have to leave now...I have other businesses to tend to too..."
Watching how Veer furnished an abrupt farewell and commenced his unfaltering departure, without awaiting a response from her; Shera briefly marvels at the hints of childish naivety in his daring nature, before quickly speaking up to garner his interest "Rajkumar...do you remember that a short while ago, when we met after the tax supervision...I had mentioned that I was working many nights developing something, in an endeavour to please a difficult customer..."
Noting the riddle in her query; the endearing Veer brings his steps to a slow standstill and then swings around to face the petite once again, trying to mask his subtle curiosity with an unconvinced frown.

Catching the ravishing Shera beginning to unwrap the jute sack enclosing the slick article in her hand; Veer watches impatiently, as the parcel slowly begins to expose the glowing irradiance of a sublimely crafted deadly blade. Closely appraising the magnificence and expertise in the dynamic outlines of the emerging metal, moulded onto a mighty handle; the prince becomes speechlessly awed by the sight of the unveiled weapon. Tucking away the jute cover; the courteous girl charmingly balances her workmanship in both palms and then looks up to observe the silenced royal, intently studying her actions.
Quietly giggling at Veer's stunned expressions; Shera steps forward to finally present her gift to her benefactor with a humble explanation "This is my token of appreciation... my show of gratitude... I sacrificed many of my nights crafting this sword..."

Despite his access to an unending arsenal of splendid weapons; the prospect of another potent weapon kindles the enthusiasm of the boyish Veer, making him momentarily forget his annoyed state of mind and exclaim avidly "This? For me? W...why thank you... "
Shortly after receiving the illustrious sword from her; the excited prince suddenly realizes that in his obsession with the gift, he had forsaken his usual restrained stance with the mysterious girl and reverts to address his subject with disbelief "So, I assume this weapon is supposed to be very good..."
Sensing that the experienced fighter was acting sceptic, in spite of his knowledge of the unsurpassed quality of the sword; the witty girl returns his charade with dramatic reasoning "Rajkumar, when I arrived at the practise tent a while ago, I learnt that you were training a few aides from the military on how to use the sword..." pausing to mark that the prince was becoming unwittingly flushed by her elusive compliment; the amused Shera adjusts her veil casually, as she continues with her perplexed act "Seeing that 'you' are the warrior adept with the sword... shouldn't 'you' be a better judge of this weapon's merit?"

Though returning the riveting girl's entertaining act with a smile; Veer does not fail to understand the extent of selflessness behind her deeds and shortly struggles to subdue his guilt, at having wrongly blamed her of ungratefulness and insolence in his thoughts. Eventually wishing to comply with her engrossing words; the royal begins to scrutinize the deathly toy in his hand, his natural style at handling the item, impressive enough to reflect his adeptness and familiarity with all aspects of weaponry.

Judging from Veer's apparently astonished gapes at the object that he was intentionally withholding his admiration for it, partly due to his reserved self and partly due to his inherent vanity; the girl takes the cue and advances towards her object of pride.
Boldly interrupting his examination; the alluring Shera decides to defy his silence with a challenge, as she begins delicately running her exquisite fingers over every angle of the sword's profile, causing the metal of her bangles to tinkle against the weapon's metal "In Aryanagar, if you can find a weapon fashioned more exclusive than the design of this... if you can come across the edge of a blade more mortal than this... if you can discover an alloy stronger than the one used in this... and yet lay your experienced hands on a sword as weightless as this...I shall gladly rid you of the burden of this sword, Rajkumar..."
Being a still spectator of her confident demonstration all through; Veer fails to perceive how his remorse for his wrong judgement of Shera, had now transformed into gradual appreciation for the pride and dedication she held for her profession. The halted clinking of her bangles signifying the completion of her speech; Shera progresses to flaunt the fleck of blood oozing from her fingers with a smile, a hint of what her weapon could mete out when even feebly brushed against.
Casting a sly grin at her cut finger at the conclusion of her short scintillating drama; Veer feels unintentionally drawn to the marvellous girl and her feisty features, till the words of the priest return to haunt the prince once again "Perfectly matched with you, be it her exhilarating beauty, similar dauntlessness, unmatched wit or equally strong will...she might not bring money or assets...not a Rajkumari...possibly not even one amongst royalty or nobility"

Troubled by the thought; Veer instantly snubs his rare moments of weakness by harshly reprimanding himself for not resisting the charms of a mere girl and looks away for a brief while, to reinstate belief in his own mental fortitude. Shortly afterwards; the prince becomes aware that the girl was still patiently awaiting a reaction from him and successfully wrestles with his confounded medley of sentiments, before he finally turns back to face her. 

Obstinately fighting off her enchanting appeal by drastically shifting his attention to the weapon in his hand; Veer forcefully breaks their unexplained spell of silence, with a mild disclosure "I would have never imagined a girl gifting me a sword, fashioned by her very own hands..." commencing to whip the air around him with several strokes of the powerful sword, the prince hides the pain emerging in his aching limbs, as he pays her an eventual frank compliment "I am impressed...a sword possessing such excellence created by you...and presented to me... Why all this? Because I saved your life?"
Elated at ultimately having managed to coerce the prince into confessing his respect for her craftsmanship; the uplifted girl breaks out into a wide beam, as she clarifies the reasons behind her actions "Being a warrior, I was not aware if you would appreciate anything apart from accessories and weapons for fight and combat... me being a blacksmith, what else could I gift... how else could I show my gratitude..." pausing momentarily; Shera terminates her sentence by stating her earnest desire "I sincerely hope you are able to use the sword, your skill and your temperament... to fight all injustices!" watching the prince continue his spirited displays with the sword; Shera slowly deduces how observing the prince's youthfulness invariably diminished the distress ravaging her mind and adds a mental justification to answer Veer's question "I also presented this token because ...in this highly ungrateful world... despite my misdeeds against you...you saved my life and honour at the bar street... you put an end to Rajkumar Agni's open insult against me, during the tax supervision ...and you helped my struggling tribe out, which I hope you shall continue to do, even after Rajkumar Agni extracts his revenge on me..."
Unruffled by the absence of any further reaction from the petite; the enthusiastic royal suddenly comes across a new thought and swings around, in order to reveal his enticing idea to the quiet acquaintance. With his excitement now centred around the amusing plan; Veer becomes oblivious to both, the preoccupied state of the desolate girl and his commitments lined for the day, as he fervently prods Shera to join him in his pursuit "I want to try out many tricks with this sword...there are plenty of spots suited to sample this weapon in the groves...why don't you join me too...come on..."

Palace of Aryanaagar – The palace gardens (The Aryanagar springs)
Taking advantage of the fresh morning by touring trimmed gardens boasting of distinctive shrubs and blooms; the princely Dharam decked in a splendorous robe, gently leads his girl through outstanding stretches of greenery, surrounding his palace. Having intentionally dismissed the trailing soldiers or maids in order to avail some privacy; the smitten prince disregards his ailing body, in order to make the most of the short remaining while with his beloved girl. Unaware of the delight she was giving her man throughout the stroll, with her soft chatter that was barely audible above the tweeting morning birds; the enchanting Siya delicately prods the foliages to experience the feel of dew drops sliding onto her palms. While Dharam continues to watch the adorable pursuits of the princess during their leisurely walk; he simultaneously ensures that Siya steered around any rugged or uneven terrains, on their way to the concealed destination that he was escorting her towards.

Prominently attractive in shimmering orange attire accentuated by pearl ornaments and floral garlands; the princess touches the silk cloth blindfolding her eyes for the umpteenth time and then returns to daintily grasp Dharam's palm, as she mentions "You should have taken rest today Yuvraj, at least till your health returns to normalcy ... in fact, I am immensely surprised that Maharani Swathi granted you the permission to take me for a tour of the Aryanagar palace gardens, in spite of everything that transpired yesterday... how did you manage to convince her... by the way, is she unhappy with me..."
Forced to halt her question on marginally stumbling over a low-lying twig; Siya immediately senses Dharam's protective clasp supporting her, followed by a firm reassurance from the caring royal "Siya I am fine... and ma is not displeased with you, since she has no idea that you wanted to come with us too... anyway, she relentlessly takes your side whatever the issue, so you need never worry about offending her..." ensuing a short laugh from the prince; the now relieved Siya hears Dharam disclose a humorous fact "And as for convincing the queens, when one has a sibling like Veer, it is best left to allow him to take the reigns...he knows precisely how to sway everyone with his pretentious charms..."
Solely relying on Dharam to navigate her through the hidden pathways, while she continues on her blinded promenade with fluctuating patience; the concerned Siya worriedly enquires about the condition of her brother-in-law "Oh! How sweet of Veer! By the way, how is he feeling now? Has he recovered well?"
Continuing to guide his blissful girl around the private gardens by securely gripping her hands; Dharam casually replies to her question "Don't worry... he cannot lay still even for a day...he is already off to his favourite pastime of sword practise sessions..."
Suddenly brushing past the branch of a large shrub; Siya surrenders her longstanding endurance and lovably interrupts Dharam's statements, to reveal glimpses of her girlish inquisitiveness "What is the surprise Yuvraj? What do you want to show me?" moving aside the cloth covering her eyes; Siya peeks under its folds, as she persists restlessly "When shall we get there?"
Nodding his head in playful caution; Dharam tenderly redraws the blindfold over her eyes, reminding her of his terms yet again "Shhh...I told you to be patient... the most gratifying surprises only happens to those who are most tolerant..."
Letting out a sigh; the curious Siya rebels softly, by proceeding to exaggerate the discomposure of her condition "But... but... I have been waiting behind this blindfold for a considerable while now...besides, I am feeling embarrassed, unable to know if people have noticed me in such a state...and if they are watching us..."
Chuckling at how adorable the girl's fragile stubbornness seemed; the enamoured royal comes close to her ears, in order to whisper an amiable persuasion "No Siya there is hardly anyone around...and the surprise is only a short distance away...so don't fret... you will be there soon..."

Incidentally discerning how proximal Dharam was to her; the surprised girl momentarily blushes at the perception and then decides to remain quiet for a further while, hoping that her curiosity would soon be quenched. Heading for an unspecific space of time in relative stillness; through both, lush and rough stretches of beautiful landscapes that remain temporarily obscured from the princess' vision, Siya eventually detects their progress come to a slow standstill. No sooner than she heeds the welcome halt in their pace; the girl becomes excited on discovering the new ambience that sounded like water gushing atop rustling leaves. Not prepared to squander any further time in waiting for a signal from the prince, the princess ardently tugs away the cloth having shrouded her sight so long, in order to behold the panorama for herself.   

Uncovering a vast space of rich greenery encircled on three sides by well-groomed thick woods and a beautiful rockery on the fourth side carved to appear like a miniature cliff; the girl becomes astonished on realizing the actual significance of the gift. After glancing at Dharam for a few moments in speechless awe; Siya then swings around to shift her attention to the central focus point of two bubbling springs, amidst many strewn dark stone boulders that resembled a natural temple ruin. Following her desire to investigate; the astounded Siya zealously hastens forward and kneels in front of the sources of water, swirling her fair fingers in both springs that seemed to be originating from the ground, with a view to compare their temperatures. 
Perceiving her feverish excitement; Dharam stifles an affectionate chuckle before speaking up to warn the princess "Siya... these are not natural springs like the ones in Niphaud, so they would not be of varying temperatures... yet, I did try to replicate the feature as far as I could..." watching the immensely elated girl casting doting grins at him, while she still continued to ruffle her arms and exquisite bangles in the tepid waters; Dharam begins elucidating on a tender note "This is my gift to you for our betrothal... jewellery and silks you have aplenty...so I wanted to give you something novel that you would cherish... I know how far you pride yourself on Niphaud and everything about it... I understand how much you would miss your home when you come here...hence, I tried my best to instruct our gardeners to create a smaller yet similar version of the Niphaudi springs... I hope the work lives up to your expectations..."

Listening to his benevolent explanation; the dumbstruck princess is almost moved to tears by the extent of thoughtfulness behind Dharam's doting gesture and elegantly stands up to face him, unmindful of her partly damp arms, bangles or veil. Observing the splendidly handsome man now commencing to approach her; Siya glances at him in silent reverence, while the understanding prince perceives the depth of gratitude she felt for him, through her heartfelt expressions.
Smitten by the love they held for one another; the couple continue to look into each other's eyes, as Dharam gently concludes his touching account "By the way, I was hoping it would be finished before your return to Niphaud tomorrow... but, I have been busy with the matters of the state... hence, this place is still in its stages of completion ... forgive me for that, but it will be ready before your next..."
Interrupting his humble apology; the deeply affected princess responds to his soothing smile with a soft nod, unreservedly divulging how far she treasured his presentation "Yuvraj please do not embarrass me anymore... what you have given me is highly cherishable, far beyond everything esteemed that I already own... I shall value this forever as the best gift I have received... better than anything that I could ever imagine!"

Aryanaagar, the capital – The Shramik temple
"Ranima... I have escorted the lady... Pari... that you had ordered me to summon..."
Aware of the worrying sentiments revolving in the mind of her mistress; Sunanda hastily steps aside after concluding her message, allowing the confounded Pari her way of passage. No sooner than Pari notes the generally cordial queen darting serious glances at her; the Shramik mother strives to disregard her anxiety and proceeds to offer her salutations to royalty, by bowing with a pleasant smile. Returning her subject's amiable greetings with only a fleeting nod; Nivritti sternly beckons the middle-aged woman, indicating her to take the seat opposite, inside the palanquin. While all the encircling ladies become startled by Nivritti's strange behaviour and demands; the hesitant Pari nervously casts a few glimpses around her and then arches down to enter the extensive interiors of the large palanquin. No sooner than Pari is comfortably seated; Nivritti temporarily dismisses all her personal maids and then draws the curtains of her private enclosure, before appraising the expressions of the perplexed mother facing her.

Following a few moments of awkward silence and uncertain glares; Pari musters her courage in order to stammer an inquisitive introduction "R...Ranima... I hope everything is well... is there an issue... why did Your Highness call for me..."
After unwittingly fiddling with the crumpled end of her silk shawl for a short while; Nivritti fretfully embarks on the monumental issue that had been troubling her for so long "Pari, you just sang a Bhajan on Lord Krishna, so earnestly... the words of which talked about his two mothers... and how he was raised by the fair Yashoda, though born to the noble Devaki!" the agitated queen briefly pauses to gather her fortitude, before blurting out the considerable doubt plaguing her "I have to ask you... are you like Devaki... do you pine for a son you lost, who is still alive..."

Having least expected the meeting to be an interrogation on her buried and forgotten overwhelming past; the exasperated Pari remains speechless, unable to control the intense pallor suddenly beginning to mask her charming face.  Noticing the immediate appearance of severe terror cloaking the Shramik mother 's visage; Nivritti cringes at the very sight of her gravest fears gradually materializing.
After impatiently waiting for some form of response, only to receive a reply of dumbstruck silence; the queen shirks the tears welling her eyes and gives in to her desperate state, by beginning to chide the humbled Pari for trying to mislead her "You mentioned that your son had passed away and hence passed on the bamboo idol of Lord Krishna to me at the festival... but, I learnt that if one's son were not alive, the idol would invariably have to be drowned in a river or temple tank... you lied to me...you wanted me to retain the idol... you said it would do my son good... why would you feel so strongly about Veer..." marking how the increasingly horrified Pari continued to be mum, without refuting any of her statements; Nivritti realizes all her suspicions slowly turning true and bombards the Shramik with fresh facts to extract some form of explanation from her "I have seen the way you look at him...at Veer... you selflessly nursed him for three days when he was unwell and expected nothing in return... my family or Veer himself had never done anything exceptional for you, prior to all this... then why the special attachment you hold for him... he disregarded my instructions to attend a wedding at your house...... why the ever-lasting concern...tell me..."
Feeling vanquished by how the trembling Pari continued to stay silent on the matter; Nivritti tearfully moves forward to grab the other mother by her shoulders, unleashing an emotional blackmail in drastic attempt to make her speak up "Pari ... if you lie to me at this very temple that we first met... I swear that this would do my son my Veer...no good..."

Unable to bear the excruciating inquiry anymore; Pari bursts forth into volleys of defeated sobs at having been forcefully cornered into divulging her secret "Ranima.. no... please.. don't!"
Watching how the cheerful lady had now collapsed into a devastated figure; the aggrieved Nivritti utters lifelessly "So, it is true...it is true..."
Following a short spell of profound sorrow; both sobbing mothers temporarily give up their reservations in order to share their parallel sentiments with a bout of heartfelt tears.
Struggling to control herself in dread of losing her only son; Nivritti gives in to her maternal possessiveness, by proceeding to announce her stance on the delicate matter "So, it was your child in the basket that night... you are indeed like Devaki, who had to forsake her baby... but am I not the one who nurtured him all along... Pari you had given him up... so, he is mine... mine alone to love and cherish... I know this is painful for you, but it is for me too...I cannot renounce him, he is all I have...I cannot afford for this secret to surface again...ever again... grant me this one promise..."
Tormented by Nivritti's words and immensely unconvinced by the futuristic implications of such a substantial revelation; the miserably hurt Pari ponders to herself angrily "Ranima, what would you know of what I had gone through on the night and what I have been going through since... but I do not trust what the Aryavarts could do to a revolutionary Shramik's son, who grew up in the palace...keeping this secret is the only option I have...so I shall continue to kill all my emotions on the issue..." Shivering in anguish and terror for her son's safety, Pari breaks her silence, by stammering to clarify the fretful queen's apprehensions "I...I am no selfish mother...I could not help it Ranima... I had to save my son from that cruel fateful night...but fear not...Rajkumar Veer was your son and he shall always remain so...this is my promise to you...my only request is to ensure that no harm comes upon him..."

Palace of Aryanaagar – The palace gardens (The groves)
Neglecting the painful throbs pulsating in his limbs; the young prince invests the fervency of his youthful spark into slicing around his new blade through the dense blossoming plantations, as he announces his thoughts to the dutiful girl behind him "Ha! None of what you have said seems true… I am confident that you are just conveniently overstating the events..."
Always staying a few paces ahead to avoid the probability of exchanging unnecessary glances with the breathtaking petite following him; Veer impatiently waits for an audible response from her, but receives none except the melodic sound of alternating anklets. A brief spell of silence later; the jubilant prince goads the petite mockingly, while continuing to practice a few new offensives with his sword "So I was right, after all..."

Humoured by how far her gift had consumed his attention; the delighted Shera adjusts the tasselled embroidery of her veil, as she breaks her eventual silence to return the prince's usual scepticism with a nonchalant reply "Rajkumar Veer...well...you don't trust me, so what should I say! If they came forward and complimented me to be a talented person by themselves, is it not my duty to accept the truth humbly? At the wedding, the princess and her friends, especially the noble girl Daksha; approached me of their own accord before they left...when I was busy serving the meals ... they wished me farewell... applauded my song..." observing his reactions, she pauses to mischievously lure his curiosity "Anyway, I shall stop without revealing the remaining... seeing that you refuse to believe anything I say..."

As the duo are drawn into a strange carefree banter, primarily driven by neither wanting to yield their sense of self-importance; the interesting pair feel subconsciously uplifted, despite the burdens hounding her existence or the commitments besetting his life.
Her bait too tempting to avoid; Veer pursues their light hearted conversations, unwittingly relishing their clash of wit and vanity "All right... so what else did bhabhi's retinue supposedly say in your favour?"
Gauging Veer's inquisitiveness; the amused girl lets out a soft sigh, as she continues narrating her dialogues exchanged with the princess at the Sawai wedding "Apart from commending my talent in music... Rajkumari Siya and her friends...... lauded my voice... my skill at weaving verses of folk poems..." marking how the prince was again brushing away her facts with an egoistic grin; the mischievous girl decides to take her revenge by coyly murmuring parts of her conversation with Siya that she knew would incite the prince "Besides the music…t...they also praised...my beauty and that... they had even noticed quite a few...coy dazed unreserved glances...darted in my direction..."

On overhearing the petite's revelation that seemingly indicated his reaction to her presence at the wedding; Veer becomes alarmed and momentarily stops his routine with the sword to begin uneasily mulling on her indirect statements. Unable to decide if Shera was trying to cleverly hint a possibility of how he now seemed to display a soft corner for her; Veer feels instantly repelled by her presence and accelerates his pace away from her, in an attempt to rid himself of her troubling persona. Noticing the prince storm away; the petite grins at the expected hostility of his reactions in response to her successful prank, before she resumes following the quietened Veer through the groves.
After a short while of forced silence, where Shera is forced to remain a spectator of  Veer's endearing temper, while the latter continued to sway his sword and ignore her; the petite decides to gain the prince's permission to leave to return to her commitments. Just as Shera is about to speak up, she is suddenly caught unaware by a queer sensation in her feet and hurtles a glance at the ground to investigate the issue.

Taken aback to observe how her dainty feet, flat anklets and the fine borders of her skirt had been smudged by the wet soil from a slimy patch of shallow marsh in the ground; the unhappy Shera lets out a deep sigh, as she whines resentfully "Rajkumar... you did not warn me of the mud and slush in the pathways ahead..."
Surprised by her sudden interruption to the hushed mood; the preoccupied Veer immediately stops his pace and finally turns around to face the petite, taking a moment to recall her complaint "What...warn you? What! Why! For what?" observing the spellbinding girl now survey the soiled state of her attire with a discontented frown; the cunning prince responds with a caustic remark, in order to avenge Shera's boastful statements so long "Seeing that you are indeed as highly gifted... as stated by everyone else...I thought that you might have noticed the marshy patch by yourself!"
Though irked by Veer's rebukes; the defiant Shera responds with a sportive grin, while continuing to delicately whip the borders of her muddy skirt and shake her anklets to rid some grime off her person "Rajkumar...even talented people do tend to run out of luck... sometimes..." pausing her act; she looks up to catch the stern prince inquisitively staring at her antics and then flashes him a broad smile in order to interrupt his gaze, before resuming her request on a gracious note "Rajkumar Veer... would you be so kind as to show me the way to a water well... I would like to cleanse my feet... and shall then take leave of your presence, if you permit me to do so..."

Glaring at Shera's luring personality; the irritated royal mentally reflects on their recent conversations, realizing how obstinately calm she continued to remain despite anything adverse he told her, a stark contrast to how jittery he behaved in her very presence. Quickly concocting a sly notion in order to vindicate his hurt ego; the imposing Veer takes in a deep breath and then folds his hand, as he nonchalantly responds to the awaiting girl "All right... I shall let you know where the water well is... but only if you tender something in praise of me now... let me see if you are as adept at spinning poetry, as you claim to be..." watching the alarm slowly shroud her deep tranquil eyes; Veer lets out a victorious smirk as he continues cruelly "If not, you can resume your journey back to the basti in this fashion..." gauging how the startled girl now ceased tending to her apparel and stood stubbornly still, the prince concludes his proposition on a carefree note, jubilant at the fact that he had not yielded to her charms "All right I bid my farewell...some noble soul on the way might take pity on you and offer you a pot of water to clean the slime..."
Determined to take full advantage of his precious triumph over the enigmatic Shera; the prince swiftly turns around and embarks on his return to the palace, when he suddenly discerns her enticing voice from behind, resonating in the form of lyrical words

i dnt believe tis... m i dreaming or i cu ol????hru lashy..missed u dear n ur wonderful updates...i was thinking abt u, jus now......i dunno how 2 xplain???? its very strange i was remembering u n u pop in..... was also reading samyukta again wid the hope tat i might get smethng new 2 read or cherish sme beautiful moments tat u hve captured here.... n was very upset 2 c tat tis lovely stry was on page 92...wow u have come back!!!!!🤗welcome back..hows ur son?

OSR SAMYUKTA PART 36 – Shera follows Agni's plan
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Aryanagar; the palace – The corridors

A considerable while into the appearance of the partially visible sunrays; the pompous common thoroughfares of the vast palace grow increasingly crowded with the bustle of dutiful maids and the flurry of loyal guards. Rushing to complete their preparations in time for the departure of the Niphaudi party; the fleeting ladies occasionally glance through the corridor windows at the unusually cloudy morning, praying that the weather stays dry during the time of the royal farewell.
Reflective of the gloominess marking the particular day; the sombre girl silently marches along with her hostile escort, continuing their journey through curvaceous arches and exquisite hallways towards their destination. Attempting not to raise any untoward attention from other preoccupied maids and commoners frequenting the splendorous passages; the injured petite is compelled to boldly overcome the pain in her limbs in order to mask the unsteadiness in her gait. Shutting herself from the festive morning ambience surrounding her; Shera ensures that the tasselled shawl wrapped around her person, obscures the horrible wounds now marring the virtue of her mesmerizing features.
Mental images of her harassed tribe and her viciously ill-treated dignity still fresh from the previous night; the enraged girl despises her depraved reality, now additionally plagued by Agni's recent malicious reminders
"I want to break Veer's resistance slowly but surely ... you will help me diminish his spirit Shera... and then his trust... he is an emotional fool... he will lose his rationality when hurt... he will then easily succumb to my next plan..."
Despite detesting nothing more than having to betray the youngest prince, her only benefactor; the cornered blacksmith remains aware of how her every upcoming move was to be scrutinized by the eternally looming persona of Tasha.

Gradually emerging from her woes on realizing that they were now traversing the passageway that led to the royal's courtly chamber; the troubled Shera strives to temporarily bury the thoughts threatening to shake her sanity.

Approaching the guarded grand entrance of Veer's formal receiving area; the petite shifts her thoughts to a matter of lesser worry, as she ponders on the possible reasons for the youngest prince wanting her presence in his official chamber. Though unaware of why she had been summoned; the petite hopes that the vivacious prince fails to notice her physical injures, repeatedly pulling the shawl over the bruised part of her visage, in reassurance. Not even daring to venture into the implications that lay ahead, if her liaisons with Agni were exposed; the petite quickly dismisses the depressing line of thoughts riddling her.

Looking up at the stunning entrance; the blacksmith feels unsettled about the outcome of her imminent audience with the cordial royal and ironically wishes for the meeting with Veer to end as soon as possible. Suddenly distracted from her trance by Tasha's hard nudges; Shera turns to glare at the man, as he proceeds to give her a stern indication to remain waiting a short distance from the chamber.

While the annoying scoundrel advances towards the large doors and informs the guards of their arrival; the silent Shera remains a lone spectator to the ensuing quick succession of events. Following Tasha's notification; the solemn guard disappears inside the chamber for a short while, eventually re-emerging outside with orders from his master to usher the pair in.

Aryanagar; the palace – Veer's formal receiving chamber

Finally arriving at the formal area; the quiet pair hastily scan the elegant room in the hunt for its prince, casting sweeping gazes along the gigantic pillars dotted all around the chamber's periphery. Excited by the opulence of the large expanse; the greedy Tasha slowly loses himself in the glory of the immaculately arranged regal armchairs, complementary ornate tables, golden vases and plush accessories. However; unlike her smitten counterpart, the composed petite instantly notices the aristocratic figure standing beside a wooden armoire, at a far end of the stately room.

Having perceived the arrival of the awaited company through the increasingly audible jingle of her anklets; the majestic prince turns around to welcome the girl and incidentally realizes that she was not alone. His broad grin moderating to a more formal smile on observing the vaguely familiar tribal man standing beside the petite; Veer quickly gives his onlookers a cordial nod in order to acknowledge both entrants.

Discerning their response in the form of courteous bows; the friendly prince commences to walk toward his subjects in an attempt to address them. Swiftly glancing at Shera for a moment; Veer then turns to Tasha, as he proceeds to mete him an order on a pleasant note "Please wait outside the chamber for a brief while... I would like to converse with her alone..."

Listening to the aristocrat's demand; the humoured blacksmith hurls a hurried glimpse sideways and experiences petty satisfaction on viewing the displeased Tasha provide a hesitant nod in response to the prince's orders. Remaining a silent audience all through; the petite watches calmly, as Tasha rebuffs her victorious gazes with subtle glares, before reluctantly forsaking the company of the two acquaintances.

The departure of her escort gifting her brief sense of relief; Shera then proceeds to turn her attention to the charming Veer in front, gladly inferring from his favourable expressions that the cause for their meeting was nothing sinister. Though feeling comforted by the fact that the prince was seemingly happy; the intrigued girl continues to wonder about his need for her presence and finally gives in to her curiosity "Your Highness... you called for me...do you have any bid that I should carry out?"

Heeding her query; the sceptical Veer closely watches his company, noting that the mystifying petite did not appear her usual spirited self, while she continued to seek partial refuge within a thick cascading shawl. Unconvinced by Shera's persistent efforts to appear normal; Veer grows to realize that the generally chirpy blacksmith was seemingly distant and tries to garner the appropriate words to question her on his speculations.
However; finding himself incapable of broaching the sensitive issue with Shera; the reserved prince tries not to give his doubts much thought and hastily forgoes his deliberations to reward the girl's patience with a reply "Ananya... I...I... summoned you this morning... actually, I have many pending tasks later on... besides, the Niphaudi royals are leaving today... hence, I might not have the time to spare afterwards..."
Pausing his vague clarifications; Veer stares at the petite's inquisitive eyes, judging from her unmoved stares that she was still awaiting the precise reason for their meeting. Quickly snapping away from her gaze; the jittery prince distracts himself by beginning to casually wander inside the chamber, simultaneously resuming his explanations "W...well... well... Ananya I was wondering that since you saved my life... and and and... presented me with a nice gift..." he pauses proudly "I...I...I... do not deny that I have helped you on innumerable occasions too...but then, I do not want the honour of this Aryavart to be tainted... if people come to know that the prince neglected to compensate a subject who saved his life, his nobility would be at stake..."

Comprehending through his introductions, the gist of why the prince might have sent for her; Shera attends to the endearing manner in which the prince retraces his steps towards the armoire at the other corner of the chamber. Having abandoned his idea of postponing the exciting opportunity to take the shrewd girl by surprise; the engrossed Veer returns to Shera with a small blue silk pouch in his hand, in a short while.

As the fascinated girl watches on while still clinging to her shawl; the mischievous prince proudly appraises her curious reactions and then flaunts his unpredictable chivalry by diplomatically offering her the silk bag. Reluctant to disclose that he had recently spared time and thought for her at the royal jewellers; Veer hands the gift with a trivial lie "Yes Ananya... I don't want my nobility at stake...hence, to protect my name; I asked my mother to choose an apt presentation for you... and she has selected these... I wonder if they'd appeal to you..." observing how the gladdened Shera slowly received her presentation; Veer silently vindicates himself with a naughty smile "Now you would never be able to state that I cannot appreciate anything apart from arms and weapons..."

Carefully opening the pouch; the blacksmith succumbs to a brief spell of excitement on perceiving an unfathomed fancy of hers come true, as she uncovers a glistening pair of intricate gold bangles with studded rubies and diamonds. Immediately glancing up at the prince in astonishment; she notices Veer's poorly concealed enthusiasm and instantly grasps that the royal had actually invested personal effort into choosing the gift. Just as the overjoyed Shera attempts to respond to Veer's impatient frowns by revealing how impressed she was by the astounding ornament; she is gradually reminded of the fact that her dismal existence did not permit her such naive whims.

Striving to overcome her girlish urges; the moved Shera proceeds to earnestly thank the prince for his thoughtfulness, before feeling obliged to reject the offer "Jewellery! You never fail to amuse me your Highness... these bangles are indeed lovely...but... but...all I carried out was my duty...I did what I felt was right...in fact, I did not even mean for you to know about it..." she continues realistically "Besides, it would be very unsafe for a Shramik to possess such invaluable gold in her lodgings..."

Revelling at how his maiden decision for a dainty gift was fairly successful; the delighted Veer smirks in dismissal of her reservations, as he replies teasingly "Ha! Now that it has been handed over to you, its safekeeping is not my responsibility... besides, don't you know that by refusing an aristocrat's reward, you could be taken to task..."

Noticing the attractive petite delicately slip her bangles back into its pouch; the enchanted prince begins to confess his original plan, fabricating the facts as and when it suited him "Actually it was ma who made sure that I do not put off the kind deed and give this gift to you at once... I meant to give this gift to you later on...as a token...when your wedding to that old man would take place..."
Pausing his statements; the preoccupied royal inadvertently recollects his recent imaginations about the blacksmith's impending marriage and enjoys a silent fleeting smile. Following a short spell of hesitance, the excited Veer progresses to share his detailed yet hilarious take on Shera's subsequent domestic life, with the girl herself.

Listening to the prince's vivid forecast about her wedded household; Shera becomes increasingly amused by the surprising fact that the prince had indeed afforded some personal time and laughs, thinking about her. Entertained with every passing moment of his narration; the generally invincible blacksmith decides not to tease his comical predictions on this occasion and quietly attends to the entire story.
Temporarily forgetting the satirical undertone of the vision; the petite yields to an adorable fit of giggles, as she compliments his talent "You do have a very vivid imagination Rajkumar..."
Feeling elated on observing that the smart girl had unusually admitted to his sense of humour; Veer readily joins her company with a generous bout of laughter.

A considerable while into their enjoyable interval; the engrossed prince gradually remembers his sinister worries on the issue of her marriage. Barely curbing his chuckles; the boisterous Veer commences to ask the distracted Shera jovially "Well... Ananya...have you managed to defy your baba's decision yet?" he continues on a prankish note "You always pride yourself on your ability to tackle problems independently and fearlessly, don't you...so have you been successful yet..."

The significance behind his casual queries suppressing her innocent giggles; the troubled girl recalls the sordid images of the recent spate of disasters in her life; shortly pondering on how the harmless question unintentionally mocked her sad destiny. Her short-lived joy again reverting to a dispirited smile; the petite deliberately responds with an ignorant doubt, though aware of the purport of his query "What decision Rajkumar?"

Scoffing the silent girl's seeming innocence about the subject of his interrogation; the amused prince replies with a tone of subtle ridicule "Still joking about the matter? What else... I was referring to your baba's decision about your impending marriage... have you not refused the proposal yet?"

Realizing that the playful Veer's protected upbringing, allowed him to be in blissful denial of her unfavourable news; the desolate petite sadly teases his concerned enquiry "What made you think I would defy his decision Rajkumar?"

Unaware of the true reasons behind her indifference; his smiles give way to confused frowns, as the sceptical Veer begins to wonder if the girl's puzzling attitude was to mislead him. Striving to appear nonchalant; the disbelieving prince explains himself "I...don't know...I mean...I thought you were going to disagree to this alliance anyway... I... I thought you were being compelled into this..." he pauses curiously "Are you not?"

Marking how the prince had not yet taken her revelation seriously by dismissing her facts to be an exaggeration; the hapless Shera lets out a sombre sigh, before she attempts to dispel his uncertainty once again "Compelled? Rajkumar... it seems like you are not taking my tidings seriously..."

Observing Veer's response in the form of a confounded silence; the dreary petite finds herself unable to react with any emotion, knowing that her fate was permanently enslaved to the cruel likes of Agni, Tasha and her baba. Resigning herself to the fact that there was no basis in harbouring or giving false hope; the pragmatic girl smirks wryly, ceasing their awkward pause with a reminder "Rajkumar Veer... when I mentioned that I might be going away forever, I was not playing a prank..."

Noticing an unusual lack of emotion in her eyes, as Shera conveyed the unpleasant message; the royal discovers that the unnatural aloofness in her manner made him feel oddly uneasy. Unable to understand the girl's disinterest in rectifying an issue that seemed obviously easy to deal with; Veer tries to battle his escalating frustrations, while asking her "Are you not in the least bit uncomfortable with the forthcoming circumstances of your wedding?"

Watching his continued refusal to accept the grave tragedies in her reality; the drained girl decides to jolt the prince into accepting her words with an intentionally deluding reply, as she puts on a cynical smile "The man is seemingly well-to-do for a Shramik... he is well settled... and supposedly possesses fine features too... what more can a girl want..."

Though taken aback by the blacksmith's unexpected answer; the dubious royal immediately senses her faked sentiments and insistently stares at her in the hunt for further explanation, only to find her eyes devoid of any expressions. Gradually suspending the stillness amidst them by advancing a few steps closer; the prince perceives how Shera's grasp around the shawl appeared tighter with every step of his. Obstinately continuing to study her eyes for a reaction; Veer observes how the resolute girl continued to return his glances with a cold unbroken gaze that made him feel extremely unsettled.

Reluctant to admit to a growing insecurity within him; the prince feels vexed by her lack of emotion and tries to shake her unyielding stance by asking her a critical question "Tell me honestly...are you happy...I mean...so... are you entirely content with the new developments..."

Not having expected the nonchalant prince to display much regard for her; his concerned reactions whelm Shera for a short while, as the guilt of her wrongdoings make her momentarily incapable of meeting eyes with the royal. Briefly torn between constraint and sentiment; the lone girl quickly reminds herself of her desperate compulsions and decides against analyzing the prince's feelings to boldly provide him a deceptive answer once again "Yes I am content...happy..."

Though his prudent observation of the subtle changes in her expressions keeps him unconvinced of her daring answer; the bewildered prince becomes increasingly displeased by Shera's unconcerned attitude on the issue. Forcing himself to forgo the decision of exploring the issue any further in order to maintain his prestige; the exasperated prince remains ignorant of why he was becoming deeply distressed with the entire scenario. Failing to understand if the unpredictable petite was behaving abnormally or if his own frame of mind was strangely muddled; the enraged Veer swiftly turns around, his vanity not allowing him to face her anymore.

Taking a deep breath to control his mounting wrath; the irked royal subconsciously glares at the dull scenes from a distant window, as he mutters a superficial parting wish "All right...wish you happiness in your new life... you may leave now..."

Following a brief hushed interval between the troubled pair; as the unfortunate Shera begins to convey her farewell, the unforgiving prince refuses to hear her out by repeating his instructions forcefully "I have nothing more to hear or say..."

Ensuing another moment of ongoing silence; the restless prince becomes aggravated by her slight delay in reacting to his orders and succumbs to his already hurt ego by reprimanding her harshly "I said you may leave now... leave my chamber at once..."

No sooner than he completes his statements; Veer heeds the indistinct sounds of a muffled clang and a soft rustle from behind. Thoroughly losing his patience at the apparently unnecessary stalling of his mandate; the aggravated prince hurriedly swings around to front the girl, yelling his command aloud "My bidding is clear... I said you may leave now or..."

Caught unaware by noticing the blacksmith partially kneeling on the floor; the perplexed prince glares at her suspiciously, while the girl strives to justify herself "I was leaving Rajkumar... my gift had fallen off and I was only picking it up ..."

Just as Shera collects the pouch and attempts to stand up; a corner of her shawl remains wedged under her left foot and unwittingly slips away from her grip when she rises from the floor. Having silently watched the turn of events involving the girl so long; his irritation transforms to profound shock, as Veer is exposed to the horrifying disclosure that explained the reason for her concealed faade all through. His egocentric anger disappearing from his conscience for a short spell; the aghast Veer studies her badly bruised face and hands, hardly believing his eyes on having accidentally come across the grievous sight.

Extremely annoyed with herself at her brief carelessness; the anxious petite refrains from looking at the quietened royal and hastily tries to rewrap herself in the hope of exiting the chamber immediately, reluctant to face the prince now beginning to approach her.

Aryanagar; The Palace - The exterior lawns

Bearing in mind the fact that the clouds besetting the sky were growing denser; the maids from the both kingdoms, co-ordinate with each other to finalize the preparations for departure. The gloominess of the weather dispelled by the assortment of scintillating ornaments and glittering silks worn by the noble women; the crowded lawns in front of the queen's towers, remains abuzz with spirited activity. Droning the site with their lively chatter; different batches of engrossed assistants dart fervently around the gilded palanquins of the female aristocrats, carefully following their monarch's biddings through the final stages of packing.

Occupying the distinctly cardinal position in the group; the glorious queen of Aryanagar, Maharani Swathi, meticulously supervises her retinue, making sure that important essentials for the journey were being placed in designated trunks. Willingly joining her fervent sister-in-law in executing their responsibilities towards the guests; the charming Nivritti overlooks the obligation of organizing the food and drink arrangements for their visitors' journey ahead.

Being the delighted recipient of such warmth all through; the queen of Niphaud gladly indulges her hosts by participating in amicable banter with the friendly group, while continuing to ensure that her family's belongings were being arranged by the maids appropriately. However; in spite of her ongoing joyous rapport with the friendly group, Gauri does not fail to dart a few elated glances at her daughter, revelling in pride at how fortunate the princess was to have acquired such a doting family.

Standing a short distance from the liveliness, as the young princess remains a silent spectator of the evolving activities; she gratefully perceives how the two families had not relinquished their festive mood yet. Unmistakably eye-catching despite the brilliance of the busy setting; the beauteous Siya watches the happy uproar from the midst of her friends and maids, sharing an identically earnest smile with one and all. Nevertheless; despite the distracting nature of the commotion, the ravishing princess does not fail to discern the few welcome glances now being cast in her direction, from a distinguished member standing at a distant end of the front lawns with the group of male aristocrats.

Encircling the majestic Niphaudi chariot parked on the immense gardens facing the main palace gates; a large assembly of sentinel assume their respective positions, while the remaining gentry get the procession ready for the long travel lying ahead.
The contentment over the recent favourable developments of his daughter's betrothal reflecting on his comely face; the monarch of Niphaud goes over the final arrangements with his minister to ensure that the extensive retinue accompanying them were provided for. Obliging his newfound relation with amiable hospitality at every juncture; Aryavardhan joins Janardhan in overseeing the preparations by inspecting the security for the royals' return journey.

Striding along with both the cordial monarchs; the resplendent crown prince attends to the ongoing tasks as and when required, flanked by aides assisting him with the responsibilities. Dutifully carrying out his commitments as always; the charming manner with which the splendorous Dharam conducts himself with everyone, continues to make him the pride of all onlookers. Though occupied with the gathering while pursuing with his call of duty all through; the loyalty of the crown prince's concentration lies towards the beloved princess engrossed in her own group, a considerable distance away.

Tempted to share a few heartfelt parting words with the endearing girl in the adjacent lawns; the diplomatic royal is compelled to remain conscious of their surroundings and hold himself back.
Understanding Siya's constraints in being unable to reciprocate his glimpses; the reserved Dharam turns ahead to look at the noisy scenes in front and lets out a silent smile, as he imagines an adorable farewell message to his girl "Siya... unfortunately... during these final moments before your departure; you had to be embroiled with your retinue, forsaking me in the process... but I shall make sure I do not have to sacrifice my share of your attention, the next time we meet... for which, I hope you will return back to Aryanagar soon... probably, for the Lakshmi Pooja... I will be waiting for you...travel safely, my dear princess..."

Similarly wondering what the gallant royal occupying the main gardens must be going through; the blissful Siya never fails to envisage her cherished prince, throughout her enjoyable while in the company of glistening ladies. Watching the final few trunks now being heaved into the conveyances; Siya realizes that the time for her return to Niphaud was nigh and consoles herself of Dharam's absence by fantasising her own comforting conversation with the prince "I know what you must be feeling Yuvraj... but, forgive the social compulsions of a lone princess... anyway... I shall make it up to you... once I slip into my palanquin, I shall be able to glance at you through the sheer curtains without much reservation about anyone's disapproving glares...besides, I shall return to Aryanagar soon for the Kul pooja... so, fret not Yuvraj..." she pauses ecstatically "And yes, please take care of yourself..."

A few loud cackles of laughter from the gathering forcing her to snap out of her illusionary dialogues; the demure Siya blushes at the thought of her sweet reverie and quickly darts a few glances at her friends to ensure that her expressions had not been noticed. Subsequently perceiving that her deed had not been caught; the chirpy princess proceeds to exchange a few quick grins with the busy Nanda and then turns to her plump friend for a response. No sooner then she beams affably at Daksha; the surprised princess observes her affection returned with a detached smile, as the lone girl continued to seem oblivious of the clamour around her.

Feeling powerless to rectify the misfortune behind her friend's dejection; Siya advances towards Daksha and empathetically places her hand on her shoulder, attempting the difficult task of alleviating the girl's grief for the umpteenth time. Just as the caring princess strives to distract her desolate friend with a light-hearted chat, Daksha prevents her efforts with a scornful smirk "It is all right Siya...you need not spend your while trying to cheer me up...he... he... he is not even there with the rest of the party... the last memories I have of Rajkumar Veer are all filled with contempt..."
Understanding the frustrations of the plump girl; the benevolent princess ignores the anger in the tone of her friend's reply and flashes a warm smile instead, progressing to whisper a few soothing words "No Daksha... I am sure he understands you...I do not think he would have been so offended by your w...words... that he would not even... no I am confident that he should be joining the group soon..."
Just as the two friends attempt to share further personal views on the subject; their exchanges are abruptly interrupted by the rushed shuffle of a messenger fleeting past them. Momentarily intrigued by the purpose of his presence; the two diverted girls turn to watch the man, as he hastens through the regal crowd to approach the occupied Nivritti, a short distance away.

Drawing the queen's attention from the surrounding activities with a courteous bow; the messenger patiently waits for the aristocrat to acknowledge his arrival with a formal nod, before proceeding to impart his message to her in a hushed tone "Your Highness... Maharaj Aryavardhan has asked if you are aware about the whereabouts of Rajkumar Veer...if so, he would like the prince to join them soon as Maharaj Janardhan is ready to depart..."

Aryanagar; The Palace – Veer's formal chamber

"W... w... what is this? Who... who... did this to you? Who is responsible for this state of yours?"
Authoritatively raising his palm as an indication to stop Shera from seeking recourse within her cloak once again; the shaken prince stands before the girl with folded hands, any reservations he had about fronting her temporarily subsided. Discerning how the unusually apprehensive petite continued to look away; Veer lets out a vehement sigh and repeats each word of his question again, his voice now attaining a thundering ferocity "I...have...been...asking...you...something..."

As the generally resolute girl struggles to overcome her unnerving thoughts; heeding Veer's demanding manner, she realizes how much easier it was to endure the predicament of braving tyrants than facing one she was so close to. Her sharp wit and audacious nature failing her in this instance; the speechless petite uncovers no escape from the ordeal and silently implores the Lord to protect Veer and her tribe from the far fetching consequences of this revelation. Still battling with her anxiety; the blacksmith finally meets glances with the prince, now noticing the extent of seething anger buried within his eyes.
As the tense girl continues to watches on; the enraged prince momentarily observes the cuts and bruises on her lips, eyes, cheeks and arms, recollecting in comparison how her riveting features originally looked. Learning of the outrageous discovery that partly explained Shera's altered behaviour so long; the culpable prince feels deeply disturbed by both, her sorry state and his rude conduct towards her. Concerned about her wellbeing and familiar with treating wounds and injuries; the worried prince hopes to gauge the extent of her injuries and slowly raises his fingers near her discoloured eye to appraise the bruise. However; gradually deciding against the noble attempt; the hesitant prince retracts his hand and then casts a grim glance at her, surprised that the stern petite had not yet prevented him from acting on his notions. His gazes suddenly distracting the quiet Shera from her thoughts; the restless blacksmith quickly realizes at the end of the sensitive moment that she had not even endeavoured to stop Veer in his tracks.

Disapproving her momentary state of submissiveness; the awkward Shera strives to look away from his glances, while the embarrassed prince instantly resolves to eliminate their discomforting silence. Raising the tone of his voice to a domineering pitch; the insistent prince begins to enquire about the matter once again, "Who did this to you, Ananya? Is it your baba?" he continues with grave regard "I gave you my pledge of assistance, but you refuse to use it... unless you tell me the cause of your problems, how do you propose to help me help you..."

Unwilling to answer the royal's questions on the subject, in fear of generating controversy; the downcast girl aridly nods her head negatively, as she tries to appear disinterested in his regard for her "I am all right Rajkumar Veer... thank you for your thoughtfulness...but, I am capable of taking care of myself..."

Intensely troubled by the hidden cause for ongoing depression in an effervescent girl who always seemed beyond harm or distress; the impulsive Veer intends to waste no further time with interrogation. Gambling with an erratic strategy; the intrigued prince tries to provoke the uncommunicative girl into a confession "You will not tell me... but, I know... it is that man who accompanied you here...that man waiting outside... he is responsible for this ghastly deed, is it not?" swiftly noting her indecisive frowns; the furious prince acts upon his instincts and clenches his sword, as he reveals his pledge "Fine... then... I shall find out for myself by asking him..."

Alarmed by how intensely his fists had now tightened around the handle of his sword; the petite becomes stunned by Veer's ire, not knowing if she felt apprehensive or comforted by how fiercely protective the prince was of his alliances. Watching him rapidly commence his journey towards Tasha; the wise petite rushes forward, aware that the prince's reckless ways would only worsen her already complex problems.

Compelled to stop the brash Veer from doing anything drastic; the desperate girl carries out the unconventional deed of abruptly grabbing his hilt and authoritatively giving a shocking answer to jolt the prince into arresting his steps "No Rajkumar Veer, you need not ask him...I shall tell you... forgive my insolence your Highness...but, if you ought to know... the cause of my troubles is 'Our' association... its unexplainable manner... its strange nature ..."

Her radical act producing the desired result; the startled prince delays his quest for the truth and turns around to confront the petite in anger, justifiably awaiting further explanation for her unwarranted statement.
Discerning that the determined prince would not forgo his pursuit for seeking the facts unless it challenged his pride; the cornered Shera risks his rage, as she tells him a provocative message with a heavyhearted frown "Rajkumar Veer, why do you not accept my sincere pleas...
You succumb to your temper at the very hint of a quarrel, when your wrath would rarely solve any scandals!
You draw your weapon at the very trace of a struggle, when your sword cannot win all battles!
Please do not set out to rescue me...you cannot help me...unintentionally, you remain the cause for my problems..."

Not having expected the girl to scorn him in return for his display of continued concern; the prince becomes infuriated at the insult to his ego and retaliates vindictively "Oh! So, our association is now a problem for you... but I don't understand your attitude...why label 'me' as the cause of your troubles! 'You' were the one who came forth to talk to me... 'you' befriended me... 'you' repeatedly incited me to forgo my distant nature..." he pauses "Anyway, I have no qualms in forsaking this so-called association... in fact, I shall be delighted to do so..."

Realizing that her relation with the cheerful company of the prince was nearing its end; the agonized Shera painfully reminds herself of Agni's orders, as she sets out to destroy the only joyous acquaintance she knew in an already lonely world.
Earnestly hoping that distancing herself from the prince would benefit the safety of both, her family and the prince himself; the helpless girl responds in a manner that would wound the royal most, her voice increasingly choked as she does so "Your Highness, I thank you for its cherishable moments while all of this lasted, but it was my fault to have imagined that a tribal Shramik could befriend an Aryavart prince... I have a sincere request to make of you... please do not vainly invest any further of your valuable time into this brief friendly affiliation that we had..."

Thoroughly shocked by her change in demeanour; the anguished royal wrestles with his overwhelming emotions in order to ensure that his dignity was upheld. Battling to compose himself; the furious Veer returns her subtle insolence with an overt insult "Ha! If that is the case, then I gladly relieve you of this friendship...a friendship that you only needed for the sake of my influence and affluence...to garner your tribe a contract..." still unable to believe her words; the prince makes a final attempt to goad her "Why, look at you now... you are unable to even look directly at me, while you make such statements..."

Left with little choice but to carry out the heartbreaking deed of sacrificing their friendly affiliation in order to restore seeming peace for the time being; the devastated girl proceeds to prove herself by casting a steadfast stare at the royal. Her eyes nearly whelming with the burden of bleak tears; the lifeless Shera intentionally continues to maintain her unfriendly stance "I gladly accept everything you have to say or think about me Rajkumar Veer... but my only request remains for you not to care about this camaraderie anymore... and not to summon me henceforth..."

Never having been spurned by a close acquaintance in such vein before; the prince becomes tormented by the anger and the hurt, finding himself incompetent of dealing with the myriad of confounding feelings. Vowing never to trust another stranger in his life; the deceived Veer deliberately spends a few moments to return the petite's gaze with vehement glares, before eventually concluding their futile exchanges "I shall ensure that your request is fulfilled… Now, leave my chamber at once..."

Acknowledging his orders with a bow; the drained girl understands it wise to abandon the presence of the royal as soon as possible and proceeds to finally leave behind the chamber, the freshly haunting memories of Radha's face, justifying her actions on that fateful day.

Watching the rapidly diminishing persona of the engrossing blacksmith for the last time; the resentful prince grits his teeth in rage, momentarily losing his efficiency to think rationally. Seeking temporary solitude; Veer uncurls his clenched fists and restlessly claps his hands to summon his guard, hoping to expound his explosive anger through arduous pursuit "Bring me my horses... get them to the entrance near the military tents. I need to set out for a short ride... now!"

Aryanagar; The Palace - The exterior lawns

Having sought her blessings from the respectable queen of Aryanagar by touching her feet; the dutiful princess looks up to face the appealing Swathi with a soft smile, as she adjusts her silk veil. Receiving a fond gesture in the form of a faint pat on her cheek; the princess observes the extent of apparent love in the mother's eyes and feels immensely gratified towards the Lord. Pleased to watch the evident affection shared between the queen of Aryanagar and her daughter; Gauri eventually speaks up to express a few words of gratitude for her hospitality, before concluding her monologue with parting wish "Maharani Swathi, I do not have enough words to thank you for the generous reception that you have showered upon all us visiting Niphaudis... I shall take your leave now... but, we shall be back soon... for the Lakshmi pooja...as promised...please convey my regards to the Maharaj too..."
After the trio of Siya, Gauri and Swathi exchange a few amiable words of farewell; the delighted Gauri proceeds to guide her daughter towards the patiently awaiting Nivritti, in order to offer her their respects. No sooner than the coy princess attempts to touch Nivritti's feet in reverence; the loving queen stops her from doing so and moves forward to embrace her in a soft hug instead. Eager about Siya's forthcoming arrival at Aryanagar; the elated Nivritti is about to communicate her anticipation for the same, when her enthusiasm is stalled by the sound of hastily approaching footsteps to her left.

Glancing sideways to view its source; Nivritti notes the arrival of a young servant, recognizing her to be the maid that she had sent out on an errand not so long ago. Just as the engrossed Nivritti is about to order the girl to wait aside with her message, till the royal audience left; the inexperienced maid recklessly blurts out her information, even before permitted to do so "Ranima… I enquired... Rajkumar Veer left his chamber in haste, barely a few moments ago...apparently... a Shramik girl... a blacksmith... had come to Rajkumar Veer's chamber, a short while ago... they spent some time together...it seems that the prince departed his chamber immediately after the girl left... that is..."
Immediately pausing her statements on noticing Nivritti's irate glares; the agitated maid senses her blunder in alarm, a moment too late. Wasting no time in providing the irritated queen a nervous apology; the fidgety maid retreats from the scene, meekly letting the company of the aristocrats avail their own privacy.
Embarrassed by the unexpected exposure of Veer's deed; the agitated Nivritti turns around to cast a quick glimpse at her onlookers, apprehensive of the reproachful reactions from the queens. However; uncovering perplexed frowns on the faces of Swathi and Gauri; Nivritti breathes a sigh of relief, on realizing that the monarchs had failed to catch the gist of the message. After flashing the two queens a hasty grin; the fidgety mother turns to glance at the princess and instantly judges from the awkward smile on her face that Siya had overheard the unwanted fact.

Studying the mother's uncomfortable stares; the princess sympathizes with Nivritti's confounded state and nobly resolves not to judge Veer's situation with the disclosure of a mere message. Aware that the curious queens encircling her were about to enquire into the issue; the noble Siya instantly springs to Nivritti's rescue by banishing the unpleasantness with an excited remark "Ranima... I totally forgot about your request...you had asked me to arrange for a Niphaudi handicraft in the form of an idol of Goddess Lakshmi...similar to the one, I had presented Yuvraj... when I return to Niphaud, I shall instruct the royal artisans to do precisely the same... and fetch the idol with me on my next visit to Aryanagar..."

Comprehending the protective notions of the princess straightaway; the moved Nivritti swiftly expresses her gratitude with a benevolent smile, before nodding her head in order to acknowledge Siya's random statements. While the remaining ignorant spectators watch on; the alert duo bring the peculiar incident to a hasty end and conclude their exchanges by interchanging a few joyous wishes. The formalities now complete; the Niphaudi royals extend their hosts a final farewell gesture in the form of a cordial smile, before advancing towards their respective palanquins. Swiftly heeding the eventual indication; the large entourage of palanquin bearers and maids take up their positions alongside the royal carriages, ready to join the king's party for the return to their capital.

Aryanagar; The palace – Veer's private chamber

The scant drizzle having now intensified into a hail of monsoon showers; the liveliness of the day's activities in the palace gradually diminishes into a familiar calmness, as the darkness of the dull night invariably grows. While the night sentry proceed to assume their charges around the palace grounds in keeping with standard procedures; the rest of the palace inhabitants endeavour to conclude their responsibilities as soon as possible. Physically exhausted; all members look forward to the inviting routine of unwinding from their pursuits with a sumptuous meal, before retiring for the night.

However; in contrast to the soberness of the remaining palace spaces; the quarters of the youngest prince continues to undergo a restless stir, experiencing the unpleasant repercussions of the eventful morning. The day's developments giving rise to an assortment of confused emotions in both princes; the generally inseparable brothers unwittingly yield to a mild clash of egos, oblivious of how their ongoing meeting was now prolonging into the night. Finding themselves unable to understand the other's outlook; the relentless Dharam perseveres with his queries and the irked Veer obstinately eludes his brother, as either of the royal persists with their own stance.

Already drained from the deeply disheartening episode with Shera; the young prince invariably tires of the evolving questions put forth to him and finally decides to avail some peace by ignoring the happenings for a short while. Unwilling to provide endless answers to his concerned sibling or worried friend; the stubborn Veer abruptly looks away from them and begins ensuing with his own activities instead. Aware that he was in no state of mind to confess his troubled feelings to the curious company; Veer rebelliously picks up a red silk towel lying nearby and commences to dry his hair, dampened by his long trek in the rain.

Gradually perceiving the emergence of an unpleasant silence in his room, the annoyed prince realizes that his associates were still adamantly awaiting an explanation from him and brusquely discards the cloth in a mark of defiance. Subsequently looking up; the displeased Veer notices the grave frowns on the faces of Dharam and Bhalla and defends his actions to his wary associates once again "Forgive me for thinking so... but, I feel that this interrogation is entirely unessential...I just rode off into oblivion this morning... I don't know where I landed... or how I got back... I mentioned this many times already... I apologize for my deed... I know I should have been present during the farewell... but then, I was not in my senses... I… guess I was unable to help myself..."
Rolling his eyes in mockery of the clarifications given so far; the usually reticent Bhalla takes the bold step of questioning his friend's statements "But... Why? Why did you go Veer?" moving forward to pacify the irate royal by offering him a few peanuts from his large pouch, Bhalla ensues with a sense of false authority "Why did you storm off in such a hurry... this is what we have been trying to ask you... and you have not given us a straightforward reply yet..."

His woes momentarily abating on watching the quaint actions of his comical friend; the young prince breaks into a slow ironical smile and accepts the apparent token of compromise, before gradually proceeding to maintain his fictional version "I told you... the multiplying work load... a few upsetting developments within the ministry of defence...a myriad of causes... I was feeling absolutely downcast...hence, the departure of the Niphaudi royal party slipped my mind...do you think that my actions were deliberate..."

Listening to his brother's reasoning; the unconvinced Dharam casts a grim glimpse sideways at the defensive Veer, as he mentally refutes his false account "No... your behaviour this morning has something to do with Ananya... something that you obstinately refuse to reveal...everyone knows she was at your chamber this morning..."

Able to conceive that his older sibling was dubious of his story; the hesitant young prince slowly stands up to approach him and enquires aloud after a short period of deliberation "What happened Dharam? You seem skeptical..."

Unused to the strangely uncommunicative attitude his brother seemed to possess; the anxious crown prince reveals his thoughts unhappily "Because I am not convinced that it was only work upsetting you to this extent... there is something else... and I feel..."

Fathoming what his brother was about to imply; the sensitive Veer straightaway feels reluctant to tread on the delicate issue all over again. Fed up of trying to persuade his caring companions to leave him alone; the young royal curtly interrupts the crown prince by drowning his voice with an assertive supposition "So, now you choose not to believe me...Dharam, are you discrediting my reasons..."

Beholding the increasing hostility in Veer's arguments; the apprehensive Bhalla decides to remain silent; while Dharam becomes perturbed by the unnecessary reproach in his brother's tone. Ignorant of the reasons behind Veer's aggrieved sentiments; the older prince briefly succumbs to his hurt emotions by reacting with a short outburst "Veer... this is only because you always seem lost in thoughts these days... you seem very reserved... prefer keeping to yourself... what happened to you...why don't you understand that expressing your thoughts to us, would only help us help you!"

Dharam's suggestive clause swiftly bringing back a recollection of his ill-fated episode that morning; the disturbed Veer remembers how he had tried pleading with Shera in similar vein "I gave you my pledge to aid you, but you refuse to use it... unless you tell me the cause of your problems, how do you propose to help me help you..."

Apprehending Veer's response in the form of a prolonged silence; Dharam quickly understands how his impatient fit had only made his brother even more reclusive. Feeling moved by the young royal's evident dilemma; the affectionate crown prince proceeds to reprimand himself for being intolerant of his brother's predicaments "What are you doing Dharam? Why be so harsh on one who is already dismal? I guess all this is because of my concerns at the way Veer is continuing to hide facts from me... learn to be patient Dharam...give him some time... he will surely approach you in order to share his problems and obtain your views..."

Hastily striving to suspend the animosity in the room; the considerate Dharam hopes to lighten the ambience by shifting his temperament to a chirpier mood, as he abruptly mentions a trivial fact "Anyway...Veer... I heard that Siya passed on her regards to you through Nivritti bua... talking of which, Nivritti bua wanted to meet you too" he pauses to subdue his smile, as he gives his brother an earnest advice "Bua is probably meaning to talk to you about today... you should meet her...give her some of your time too Veer..."

Noting his dejected sibling acknowledge his modest attempts at uplifting him with a subsequent faint smile; Dharam feels gladdened and displays his relief by erupting into an elated grin. Watching the endearing smile on his brother's face; the moved Veer gradually accepts the fact that their needless conflict was fuelled to a greater extent by conceit than an actual difference in opinions. Eventually concluding their quarrel; the two amicable brothers proceed to give each other an affectionate hug and resolve to permanently abandon their frictions, much to the delight of their empathetic friend Bhalla.

Aryanagar; The palace – Nivritti's chamber

Having traversed the magnificent winding courses of palatial corridors for a considerable while; the preoccupied prince hastens his pace in order to cover the final distance of dimly lit passages in the queen's towers. With most of the lively palace inhabitants departed to their respective chambers for the night; the sombre royal feels gratified by the quiet atmosphere featuring his stroll, as he attempts to reach his destination as soon as possible. Struggling to leave behind the unfortunate scenes from the distressing day so far; Veer sensibly looks forward to the time ahead that seemingly promised him a short while of cheer, as he appears at the august entrance of his mother's chamber. Aware that his commitments towards his work and social causes had kept him from spending playful moments with his mother like he used to; the dispirited royal resolves to compensate for his negligence by sparing some time for her that night. Delivering the sentry guarding her chamber a quick nod; the prince silently proceeds by the large carved doors of the queen's extensive formal chamber that led through to her private lodgings.

Absorbed in thoughts while entering the imposing formal space; Veer suddenly notices a bevy of Nivritti's personal maids rising to acknowledge his presence and immediately signals the ladies to remain hush, refraining them from announcing his arrival to their queen. Hoping to keep his visit a surprise for his mother; the grim prince quietly progresses into the immense private quarters, seeking the comforting company of his mother as a blissful relief for his stressful day so far. The welcoming aura of the familiar expanses having an instantaneous soothing effect on him; the royal rapidly scans the monumental room in a fervent hunt for the queen. Momentarily unable to locate Nivritti's presence anywhere; the prince wonders if his mother was already asleep and advances towards the centre of the chamber to investigate, only to find the regal bed barren too.
Perplexed about the whereabouts of his mother; the curious Veer decides to call out to her, but just as is about to do so, heeds the faint echoes of muffled whimpers emanating from the eastern corner of the chamber. Intrigued by the cause of the strange noise; the worried prince stealthily crosses the enormous room to approach the source, gradually realizing with every advancing step that the sounds were actually the stifled sobs of his mother. No sooner than he speedily approaches the area to inquire into Nivritti's evidently tormented state; the alarmed prince notices the queen slumped onto the holy dais in her private shrine, weeping aloud.
Suddenly overhearing the unexpected mention of his name amidst the tearful lady's angry sobs; Veer arrests his pace in bewilderment, standing a few steps behind her, as he tries to gauge the situation.
Struggling to decipher the muted words that his mother was mumbling; the anxious royal watches on, while the unaware Nivritti continues to express her heartfelt sentiments to the small golden deity of Goddess Lakshmi in front "Why o Lord... why... I despise the fact that Veer is smitten by the very presence of this girl! And yet they always seem to be enjoying the company of one another, much against the royal customs and norms...tell me why he is always around one Shramik or another... how should I feel that my son constantly slights my wishes to please someone else... today he chose to spend time with the blacksmith instead of being present with the other monarchs, despite being aware of my bidding... the other day he ignored the royal feast to attend that Shramik family's wedding and spent time with Pari and Sakshi... why does Veer ignore me? Is it I who feel so profoundly insecure or is my son truly neglecting me...is the reality of his birth calling out to him..."

wow lashy has updated samyukta.............. thanks a lot lashy...🤗
amazing update lashy.......esp part 34......me complete tamatar tamatar 😳.........aww dharam n sia had to separate so soon...............but okees they will meet again soon......... 😃 😃 😃 😃
n poor shera....she has still hurt veer, the only person who helped her.........i hope she says everything to veer soon so that he can help her get rid of agni.................
waiting for the next update soon 😍

hehe.. -hugz- reserving this posttt =P

Oooh wowww!!! It was splendid!! So many chapters at once!!!

And most of them were from my fav S and V....great yaar!!! Will give a more thorough review later...but great job!