After writing my last I wasn't planning on anything more yet I think it's a shame that we have very little fiction in this forum so I took a little time to start this.
A little different from what I usually write it's a short story that I am going to write in very short chapters but update more often. They are characters and instances that seemed to just come to mind so lets see what you make of it.
Chapter 1 Rana Indravarden Singh Deo
Rana Indravdren Singh Deo was a king who had made many a enemy be it the British or certain members of his own family the fact that he was a king who stood up for what he believed in and played by his own rules didn't please very many people and so an attack on him was nothing out of the ordinary, only today to was the day Rana was to return to Amerkot after a month overseas. Delay in his journey was the last thing he needed.
Quite considerably hurt with sword wounds to his back after fighting off a spontaneous attack Rana was stood out in the rural countryside of Amerkot under humid heat whilst his driver attempted to change the slashed tires of the Royal car.
In a distance a girl on a bicycle with her little sibling on the back strolls down the dusty lane when she notices the two men and the car.
The most noticeable thing at first sight was the car, it was a car from the Raj Mehel no doubt with that orange colored paper flag at its nose it had to be. Soon she noticed a tall figure stood with his back to them although they were at a distance the girl could make out that the man stood under the heat was hurt and the other his driver busy fixing the car. The white of tall mans shirt carried stains of blood and very significant cut across the length of his back that alarmed her. He needed help yet he was stood carelessly under the heat that way like it didn't even bother him.???!
She put aside her curly locks of hair that were already tied back further to the side and quickly and skillfully ripped a piece of her yellow cotton saari. Her little sister shocked at what she had just done.
"Jaldi jaa ke woh sahib ko de aa.." (quick go and give this to the man over there.. ) she told her little sister who caught on and did as she was told. She ran up to Ranaji and handed him the piece of torn material if he tied it around his back it would help stop the blood she told him in her little voice and ran off.
By the time Rana got chance to look back at where the little girl had come from all could see was the back of a girl riding away into the distance on a bicycle.
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The car finally stopped outside Amerkot Raj mehel yet even though the driver insisted that he call for a doctor Rana disapproved he didn't want a fuss nor did he want anyone to know about what had gone on or of his arrival just yet. He took a look at himself tied in that yellow material for a moment over his disarrayed shirt and then left the car to head for into the palace without being seen.
Chapter 2 Rani Subharna Singh Deo
An lavishly yet elegantly dressed queen, beaming sensibility yet power, assertiveness yet calm beauty yet maturity strides through the corridors of Amerkot Mehel as she instructs the Munshi on his tasks.
In the absence of the king Rani Subharana Singh Deo was the pillar of Amerkot. Equally as strong, intelligent and tactful Subharana had all the qualities of a leader within her. A lady that made all women of Amerkot proud Subharana was the eldest of Rana Indraverden Singh Deo's queens, in fact a year or two older than the king himself.
Subharana and Indravarden were tied to each other in childhood. Alliances meant wealth power and security with very little cause for concern towards childhood marriage. Victim to an old age custom Rana married princess Subharna as teenager and soon left over seas to train academically and martially for his country whilst Subharana was trained and tutored in the raj Mehel. She became the perfect queen under the wing of Indravarden's family and mother in particular.
The reality for both was harsh maybe a lot more for Subharana who waited a long 15 years for her husband only to find that he wasn't alone he had bought with him another wife on his return. A lady who he loved, a lady of his choice , a lady who was of age to him and prettier than her.
The tears of joy in Subharnas eyes that day she welcomed her husband into the Amerkot were short lived.
That was supposed to be happiest day of Subharanas life and she recalled it ever so vividly now as she lay eyes on him in a similar context today.
The king was unexpectedly stood in the middle of her personal quarters and she hadn't realized nor expected such a thing when she strolled in with a powerful glide she was a queen responsible for an empire she had things to take care of in the absence of her husband so there was an instant change of poise, expression and mindset when she saw who was present in her quarters. Ranaji had been away for over a month now so surprise at a sudden presence was apt.
"Maharaj ." she whispered under her breath and only she knew what went on in her heart when she laid eyes upon him even if it was only the back of his figure in that royal black jodhpuri suit. One of his hands was very comfortably tucked away in a trouser pockets as he looked upon the array of gifts he had bought with him for his queens proudly. He picked them himself with each of his two queens in mind.
She took a glance upon herself for moment whilst his back was still turned to her to make sure she was presentable and then pulled her pallu across her figure in a more royal fashion. She spoke gently and respectfully yet their was a sense distance in Subharnas words. She hadn't yet managed to forgive him from the heart.
"Ek raja ka swagat mehel ke dwar par hota hai, aap itala kar dete toh ham Rani Sulkashana se keh kar aap ke swagat ka praband karte."
(A king should be greeted at the doors of his palace if you had informed me Rani Sulakashana would have been ready for you.)
As soon as Rana turned to face her Subharna had dropped her eyes to the floor in respect of his presence she was trained to be the quintessential queen from a young age despite what her own heart told her she lived up to her upbringing.
He had seen her after many day and there was certain pleasure one could see in Ranas eyes at their reunion. "Aap khud nahin aati?" His tone of voice was very regal yet gentle.
She had no answer when he asked her whether she would have also welcomed him home alongside Sulkashana. Her silence spoke volumes and he was gentleman enough not to take offence to her choice of not wanting to answer him.
Rana had seen Subharna in his life over the years and could see beyond that smile of hers. The hurt he had given her by taking another wife had torn her in an irreparable manner and he was the sole cause of hurting such a beautiful, innocent and pure woman if their was a sense of spite within her for him he didn't blame her one bit. His sin was to fall in love with another woman before his wife. He took his leave with no further a do in an attempt to ease the situation for her.
Watching him leave the room Subharna took a sigh she didn't want to be aloof with him but neither could she lie to him. She walked towards the bed where Ranas gifts for her were on display, they were all beautiful and all of them to her unique taste maybe he did know her a little more than she gave him credit for.
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