MG: love weaves through time|Discontinued

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Tears were said to be the strongest weapon yet it is known as the sign of the weakness.

That liquid crystal that was flowing out of his eyes. Nothing but the shattered dreams nothing but the last memories of his love. His love that was lost. He fell on his knees, his hands clutching the heavy red chunri that he had gotten for her. The only thing left of her. His love, his vaidehi was a princess, his vaidehi was the one who made the cold hearted prince into a prince who was recognised by kingdom. The people of his nation accepted him. His love who was gentle and fierce at the same time, his love who knew that his life was bounded by the palace rules.

He fell on his knees and clutched the last of her belongings to his chest. He may the Samrat Arjun Singh now but for her he was that deadly fierce prince. The prince who was more likely an outcast yet he was only hers. She was the one who see through his hard shell, his life which was woven with the intricacies of the his royal life and it's atrocities.

His love who was forced out of his life. The anguish that was forming within his heart was pounding in his whole body. The palace rules forbidden their love. Yet she was only his queen. His only love.

Maharaj.. a voice intruded him and he was dismissed with a shout. That moment the love of vaidehi was mourning his loss. His wife the only relation he had. No one had known that his vaidehi has made him where no one can touch him. The emperor who was untouchable, yet he cannot have what he wanted most, his love.

Arjun Singh ranawat had a fearsome reputation. Being the only prince who was capable of being a king after his father Maharaj virendra Singh. The son who was least liked in the palace. The prince who could kill twenty people at a time, the warrior who was untouchable at the field. The prince who could handle the nobles in the palace politics. The prince who was shunned and an outcast by his only family, his own mother. The prince who grew up away from the palace unshielded from the atrocities. The prince who was made feel home by his vaidehi.

Vaidehi was fifteen when the prince first meet her when he returned to the capital city of the kingdom for the royal function. No matter if he was discriminated his while life by his mother, the mother who had wanted him dead the moment she knew that he was the only the son of his father. Arjun was favourite of his father, the little prince who would make him call the royal army when his son would want to play but one conspiracy had changed everything. Arjun who only had a shielded life was sent away at the age of four. He was made adopted by the king of the neighbouring kingdom. The kingdom which provided him nothing but scars. The little prince knew what was hunger when he was starved. The kingdom which was his mother's made him into a hostage until he knew what survival mean.

He survived, he killed for his life but he was never made feel loved. He had two set of parents, so many siblings but he never knew what was family until he met her. The strong little girl whom he saved one from the bandits. The girl who told him that every mother love their children and she will too when she will have hers. The truth that was laced with the consolation of hers that day proved right.

His love has taken all of hers to make sure that their child was shielded from the atrocities of the palace life. The life which made him as a hostage for most of his childhood and hers was made non-existent. The princess who was made nothing more than a commoner ,who suffered in this life where lives were decided by the winner of the throne, the place which made his love weak.

It seemed like ages when he felt someone familiar kneeling beside him.

It's your bhaiya. She made sure that your daughter is adopted into a good family. Vikrant is her father.

Veer said what he had known and he knew that moment that nothing he could do now. It's his own brother whom she trusted with their daughter but not him. He felt a pain but he knew that palace could be fatal for them. For his daughter. The unbearable pain will always reside there. But he could make sure that his daughter is safe. He will make sure that the exiled prince , his own estranged full brother would take care of his daughter.

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He woke up with a jerk. This was the nth time when he had these dreams and today it had made him realise that how Arjun would have felt. He didn't know who was he, he didn't know how and why he was having these dreams but one thing was clear that he was made cold hearted because of the palace, Maan could feel his sweat beads adoring his face. The pain of what Arjun would have felt was still fresh in his mind or was it him who felt it. He was confused. He had been having these dreams all of his life but from the last three years they have been getting intense.

He noticed the pattern of these dreams. It was just like he grew up with this Arjun fellow. But today he felt the pain of his the most. Not able to see your own child was what made him restless. He got up from the bed , this was the first time he had seen how broken Arjun would have felt. For some reason Maan could feel himself getting that longing, the need to take desperate effort to make sure that his daughter would be fine with her new family.

Diya.. he whispered like he knew that it was diya whom he had to protect or whom he had protected in the past. Maan traced his face , the lines which were more prominent in his dreams. The scar on the left cheek of Arjun that was missing here. The scar that was probably because of many battles he had fought.

Was he Arjun?

That was the first time he himself asked the question. He now knew each and every detail of Arjun and of vaidehi..

Those big eyes which were only one time scared of Arjun.. she had brown eyes which had the highlights of blue.. he thought. The silky shing Balck long hair which were sometimes only tied by a ribbon in a simple braid. Those simple clothes, the bright red bridal wear that she wore when she and Arjun secretly married. He could even tell that it was the day that Arjun had wanted nothing but to live far away from the king, kingdom , palace just with his wife but he was not allowed.

A loud voice interrupted his thought process and he let out a loud sigh knowing that it was the time he should seek some answers.

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A random thought

It is inspired from some Chinese and Korean dramas. So the thought and concept is not mine.

There may be a last continued part but I can't promise.

Originally posted by: NeenaDd

Superb...it's different...

Thank you 😀

wow.... what an amazing surprise! thanks for posting!🤗

hi Suhaana, how are you?

Amazing start! superbly written! Feeling for Arjun!! he went through so much....

of cos Maan is confused abiut his dreams! can understand his questions!

glad that he decided to seek answers!

will he get them?

thanks for posting

Originally posted by: khwaishfan

wow.... what an amazing surprise! thanks for posting!🤗

🤗😁

It is mixture of all the Korean and Chinese dramas I have watched

Originally posted by: khwaishfan

hi Suhaana, how are you?

Amazing start! superbly written! Feeling for Arjun!! he went through so much....

of cos Maan is confused abiut his dreams! can understand his questions!

glad that he decided to seek answers!

will he get them?

thanks for posting

There will be one more part hopefully.

So he will definitely get his answers

Originally posted by: suhaaana

There will be one more part hopefully.

So he will definitely get his answers

thanks so much! always happy to read your stories!

Originally posted by: suhaaana

🤗😁

It is mixture of all the Korean and Chinese dramas I have watched

interesting concept....... thanks for sharing