Faint splattering sounds filled the atmosphere and within seconds small pellets started reaching the mother earth's dry skin...the wind tugged at the tree branches while the sky roared occasionally with small flashes of light here n there.
The Rain god finally had showed mercy over the dried land of the richest Kingdom. Champanagar danced with the water drops as it was that freshness which Is going to shower them prosperity for an year ahead. But then along with pleasure and happiness a fear too built up, fear of the adverse effect of rain...The extra generosity of sky can indeed be a matter of concern. The continuous rainfall for a full day has left the kingdom drenched. People made themselves cosy at their own homes not daring to move out. Well the fear of getting bed ridden was one main reason while on the other half a good family time with dear one remained a backup. The whole champanagar was silent as the whole sound prominent was the trickling of water droplets from the crying sky.
In any group there is atleast one single soul who is interested in crossing rules , who is inetersting to live life of a bird and unfortunately or fortunately that single soul turned out to be the heir of the Kingdom, the beautiful stubborn childish princess was finding it difficult to resist her mind which yelled to move out and enjoy some good rainy moments... Her foot moved fastly unable to get over the desire of her mind. It didn't took much time to sneak out from the mahal as even sainik was busy enjoying the coldness of climate. Sneaking down the path of heavy security she was very much cautious.. Unlike other days 2day she was all alone as the new orders from her parents restricted Nakshatra, Poorva and Uttara from taking her out. Asking them to accompany means making it difficult for their job and life, as court order is always letters written on stones for normal people...The fear of putting her friends in difficulty and urge to enjoy mother earth's cold breeze fastened her steps...
Urghhh giving birth as a Princess is the worst thing you have done to me kaalimaa ...she mumbled while her foot moved hastily...And this gagra choli hunh I pity women who wears it...She gave an angry glare to full length red ghagra she had put on to overcome the risk of being caught followed by a shall to cover her upper half...Finally rushing and tugging she reached outside mahal jurisdiction and a victory smile crept to her lips...
And now the next goal was to reach the isolated river side area which is her ever time favourite distant spot in the country...She was sure reaching there she will be away from the eagle eyes of her dears and enemies.. she giggled at the thought that at times dear too become enemy..
She patted herself for the success she just had. Making herself comfortable at the wet river bed she freed herself from the palm leaves umbrella that she stole from a sainik. A naught grin came to her face remembering the heroic act she did as in stealing an umbrella.
Clouds still filled the sky like a tornado approaching but damyanti unaware to the changes of atmosphere enjoyed her own pleasure by splashing water to her milky skin and occassionally closing her eyes her face welcoming the fresh water droplets. But the nature's course was changing due to the evil sparkling eyes of an unwelcomed intruder. Within seconds wind started blowing all wildly shocking the innocent princess and the next moment what she saw was the giant palm tree at bank collapsing producing a large noise frightening the whole land. Still strong wind was blowing dangerously conveying the message of destruction.
But other than the coming danger she was concerned of the already occurred one. Her eyes caught a small nest at floor which carried a newly born bird. It was so trumbling and crying in its low voice. Any living thing has the inbuilt talent of safeguarding themselves and so do the little creature. It slowly crawled to hide beneath a large leaf but then the undeveloped legs and wings along with untrained situation failed all its efforts.
Damyanti slowly moved closer to the tree and tried to reach the bird. On the process the broken bark did enough damage to her ghagra and smooth skin beneath. It pierced her skin here n there and still she proceeded finally to reach the destination near the bird. Soon she took off the shawl which partially covered her upper body and drying it she kept over the bird with small twigs to held it firm. When the idea failed she took the small creature to her hand while kept the shall to cover it from the rain with other hand and moved quickly to a nearby rocky shade.
The bird with fear bit her fingers slowly while she went on caressing it gently so as to warm it. She seldom cared the bird's antiques and biting. But then some1 who was seeing all this since a long time do care. He was having the pain while the bird tried to hurt her though slowly. He clenched his fist in anger and for a moment felt like throwing the creature away and taking her to his arms. Her dress was by the time formed a second skin and her body was trembling in cold.
He has never seen such a beauty and his heart ached to have that all himself. He wished to drank all her love care and beauty. So beautiful but still so kind who r u my angel he whispered to himself. Her milky skin which was now full of small water drops invited him like anything and it was difficult for him to resist the developing desires... He slowly took off his cloth hat and started off to get more clearer vision of her but making sure that she doesn't notice him...
Where is your mother..shouldn't she be there for you at this worst climate ...ahhh wait wait are u undergoing the same problem like me...are ur parents too equally worried about ur safety and created iron pillars to cage you in the name of protection. Have they done so...Uffo iam so dumb guess who would hurt a creature like you... You know what its sometimes a curse to be born as a princess..just look at me, just because of being born as princess iam not even allowed to live a free life.. I can't even enjoy weather according to my wish..and so 2day I had to run away from mahal and get in to this situation..I know I was dumb doing that but do I have another option left..do i?..anyways iam happy that my dumb decision turn out to help a needy like you... she finished giving a sigh to the small bird who still held on her palm and looked calmly at damyanti's eyes.
And so do me he whispered slowly to himself and grinned...
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