Chapter-6
"Babhru, those mayanma tribes have a function today. Today their girls will show a new kind of dance, lets go brother." a glint was seen in those brown eyes.
"but our mothers will not allow us. And if those mayanmas have slightest idea of our trespassing they will attack with poisonous arrows." the sixteen years old prince's words tickled laughter from the young man around twenty.
"Babhru you are no more a child, in couple of years you will be announced as king of Manipur and you are afraid of those primitive mayanma tribes?" laughter continues.
"Iravan its not about fear. Mother had ordered to maintain peace with all neighboring kingdoms and tribes so that King of Shyamdesh or Kiratas cant take advantage of our inner turmoils. And my mother is queen of Manipur now so either way cant disobey her order." answers young Babhru
"my little brother why will we need to tell our mothers and make them tensed with no reason? Don't you have trust on your martial skill? Or you forgot I have knowledge of magic as well?" Iravan smiles proudly and holds Babhru's shoulder tight.
"My brother after becoming king you will have pressure of responsibilities, so its the right time to experience all the fun and excitements life is offering. And I heard Mayanma girls are beautiful." smirks dusky Naga prince.
Babhru blushes. He had heard in look and nature Iravan resembles quite a lot his father.
"Oh look at little prince, going all red in name of girls" Iravan pulls Babhru's cheek.
"lets have a race who reaches beyond boundaries first" and Iravan starts running in the force of air.
"Iravan, wait my brother I am coming." Babhru follows him
"Iravan Iravan don't go leaving me alone." he shouts to Iravan's disappearing figure. But Iravan doesn't stop.
"Iravan, bhrataa" screams Babhru sitting up and then discovers himself leaning on the greenwood.
"Iravan you used to take me to have a new adventure each time. Now to whom I will go mitra when I feel tired of my royal duties? Why did you have broken promise of being with me forever?" Babhrubahan covers face with palms and keep sniffing.
After all whatever he pretends to be he still possess heart of a young boy and it still bleeds for lost companion.
The leaf of nearby bush moves. Babhrubahan's warrior instincts activated in no time. Emotions can't overpower a true warrior. His swift body stretched. A sound was heard again, Manipurraj clasped his bow. Its sound of a footstep, footstep of a human for sure but lighter than any normal man's one. Could be of those mountainous tribes, they are small in size generally. But their attacks are no less dangerous than civilized Arians. The king of Manipur didn't waist a moment and picks the quiver. Following the footstep he fixed his target and shoots the arrow. Babhrubahan's target never fails. He was sure it will hit the secret attacker. But to his surprise before the arrow reaches another arrow comes from bush and cuts the arrow off. It happened in blink of the moment that even shocked Manipurraj. Tribal arrows don't have power to cut his arrow. They are generally small. They would have used spear or some other exclusive weapons to defend themselves.
The king was about to pick more powerful arrow this time. But before that his eyes caught with other side's arrow that had cut his. He picks it up and got astonished to see its a shining arrow that royal people use. With amusement in eyes he looked at bush waiting the person to come out.
He didn't had to wait for long. In some moments his opponent approached with anger in eyes. And now Manipurraj realized why the footstep was so light. Because it was of a teenager girl.
The girl was hardly fifteen-sixteen years old, her slim middle length figure seemed as flexible as whip. Her complexion was as pinkish as vermilion mixed in milk would have looked. Her big doe shaped ocean green eyes changes color with change of emotions. Her pointed sharp feature seems as perfect as a sculpture on rock such feature generally is not found in girls of Indian subcontinent. Her lips were as red as blood drenched yet as soft as rose petal. Her smooth brown wavy hair was tied into a braid long upto back. Unlike any normal girl of this age her body gives slight indication of her reaching in womanhood instead of clear announcement. Although not a soft and delicate one but her majestic approach says she is one of the royal princesses of subcontinent.
"rajkumari Samaptika!!"
Babhrubahan gasped. Princess of Kiratdesh Tripura is learning martial skill under Chitrangada's tutelage since last two years as she is the heir of throne after her father Kirat king of Tripura was killed in Kurukshetra while fighting in support of Pandavas. So her mother Tripura queen had sent her to Manipur. Babhru hadn't ever pay much attention to her ever since she has come being absorbed with own duty but today first time he found she is looking magnificently beautiful in the warrior attire. Babhrubahan is accustomed with Chitrangada's warrior form. He admires such stronger side of women more than their delicateness. But Samapti was just a strong head little girl as considered by him. Her this form was surely shocking for Babhru.
Edited by RoseFairy - 10 years ago
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