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A Rain-Soft Moment
The sun, under the shadow of clouds, had barely lifted above the horizon when the royal couple set out, their breaths rising in pale wisps as the morning chill clung to the earth. The white horse stepped lightly over the dew-soaked grass, its reins loose in Bharat’s steady hand. Mandavi drew her shawl closer, stealing a glance at the winding path ahead—one that seemed to stretch into both promise and uncertainty. Behind them, the quiet of the palace grounds faded, replaced by the soft thud of hooves and the whisper of wind in the trees as their journey truly began.
Within few minutes, a gentle drizzle followed—tiny silver droplets stitching the earth and sky together,blurring the world into something tender,something magical,as though the heavens themselves wished to walk beside them.
The first raindrop landed on Mandavi’s wrist like a tiny, cool kiss. She blinked up at the clouds, surprised, though the sky had been threatening a downpour since morning. Beside her, Bharat slowed the white horse he was leading, casting her a sideways glance that was equal parts worry and amusement.
“It seems the heavens couldn’t wait,” he murmured.
Mandavi smiled, adjusting the edge of her translucent veil that fluttered behind her like a long, gossamer ribbon. “Or perhaps,” she said softly, “they joined us to bless our little escape.”
Bharat chuckled, shaking his head as droplets clung to the ends of his loose hair. “If this is a blessing, it’s a very wet one.”
“And yet,” Mandavi teased, touching his arm lightly, “you don’t seem too eager to turn back.”
He looked at her then—really looked—and his expression softened as if something warm moved quietly through him. “Because,” he said, guiding her hand into his, “you’re smiling.”
Her cheeks flushed, heat blooming even under the cool drizzle. She shifted closer on the horse, her arms circling his waist. The embroidery on his dhoti and shawl glistened faintly as rain darkened the fabric. “You always say that,” she whispered against his shoulder. “As though my smile works miracles.”
“It does,” he replied without hesitation. “At least on me.”
The trail opened into a meadow, the tall grass bowing under the rain’s weight. Fireflies rose in little golden bursts, undeterred by the weather. Mandavi inhaled sharply, delight brightening her eyes.
“Look, Arya!” she exclaimed, leaning forward to see them better. “It’s like the stars came down to play.”
He smiled at her wonder. “I noticed this place yesterday on patrol,” he admitted. “Thought you might like it.”
“You brought me here just for that?” she asked, voice tinged with awe.
“No,” he said softly. “I brought you because I thought… spending a moment like this together might make you happy.”
Her hand tightened on his arm—not out of fear, but because her heart felt too full, too warm for words. Rain slid down her cheeks, mingling with the soft curve of her smile.
They stopped at the center of the meadow. Bharat held out his palm, letting a firefly land briefly before flickering away like a tiny lantern dancing in the mist.
Mandavi leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder beneath the veil that trailed almost to the grass. “I love it,” she whispered. “And I love that you found beauty in a place most would overlook.”
He turned slightly, brushing his cheek against her hair. “It’s easy to notice beautiful things,” he said. “I married one, after all.”
Her laughter chimed softly through the rain, making him glance at her with unmistakable tenderness. She slipped her hand down to intertwine her fingers with his, the gold bangles on her wrist chiming like a quiet blessing.
For a while, they simply watched the fireflies rise around them, the rain falling in a gentle curtain. The world blurred into soft greens and golds, into warmth and closeness and unspoken affection.
“I’m happy,” she murmured after a long, peaceful silence.
Bharat raised her hand to his lips, kissing it lightly. Rain shimmered on his lashes like tiny crystals.
“So am I,” he said.
The fireflies drifted around them like wandering sparks, tiny lanterns swaying in the breeze. Mandavi reached out, her fingers grazing the air just beneath a glowing cluster. Each time a light hovered close, she drew in a soft breath of wonder, as though seeing a miracle unfold again and again.
Bharat watched her more than the fireflies.
Her eyes gleamed with reflected gold, her smile small but real—the kind he cherished most. The rain had softened, falling now in a fine mist that clung to their clothes and eyelashes like dew.
“Do you think,” she whispered, her voice hushed with reverence, “that they glow brighter when it rains?”
“Maybe they’re happier,” Bharat mused, “because you’re watching them.”
Mandavi nudged him with her shoulder, though her blush betrayed her. “Always flattering me…” she murmured.
“I’m only telling the truth,” he said, and there was no teasing this time—just warmth.
A particularly bright firefly floated near her veil, settling on the edge of the translucent fabric where raindrops glimmered like beads. Mandavi stilled, hardly daring to breathe.
“Arya… look.”
He leaned closer, his hand gently brushing the small of her back for balance. “Seems it likes you,” he said, his voice dropping to a soft rumble.
For a heartbeat, they simply stared. The firefly’s glow pulsed, as if matching the quiet rise and fall of their breath. Mandavi smiled, tender and utterly captivated. “It’s beautiful.”
“So are you,” he replied, without thinking.
She turned her face toward him, eyes bright, lips parted slightly in surprise—yet not displeasure. The firefly lifted off her veil, spiraling into the air, trailing golden light like a blessing released.
Mandavi inhaled deeply, as though gathering the warmth of the moment. “Arya…”
He raised an eyebrow, waiting.
“You always find the loveliest corners of the world,” she said softly. “But somehow, standing in them with you makes them even better.”
He blinked once—slowly, as if her words had stolen a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His hand found hers, fingers threading through with ease, as though they belonged that way.
The fireflies kept rising, flickering around them like tiny stars learning how to shine.
Mandavi leaned her head on his shoulder again, her veil brushing his arm. “Let’s stay a little longer,” she whispered.
“Of course,” Bharat said. He wrapped an arm around her waist, steady and gentle. “We’ll stay as long as you want.”
And so they lingered in the rain-soft meadow, surrounded by drifting light—two souls wrapped in a quiet, glowing peace, watching the fireflies dance like the sky had come down to earth just to keep them company.
Anupamaa
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