This Chapter is dedicated to all the Praja lovers
CHAPTER 4
18 August, 2004
Pratap Singh Suryavanshi was annoyed.
It was quite a surprising fact as it took a lot to break
his calm and peaceful visage but apparently moving around in circles trying to
get to the Punwar Mansion for 4 hours straight had finally succeeded in
breaking the binds of his temper.
I am never ever attempting to surprise anyone ever again',
he grumbled.
It was quite humbling for the genius to realise that
there were some things even he couldn't figure out.
He sighed. The darkening sky showed him the time he had
wasted without any result, for when he had arrived in Bijolia the sun was
shining brightly against the blue sky.
He had started from his home early in the morning bearing
gifts from his mother for her best friend and his maasi, strictly forbidding
his mother from telling about his visit to Hansa Maasi hoping to surprise her.
But what he hadn't expected was getting lost in the maze
of a garden of the Bijolia Mansion for to surprise his maasi he had entered
through the back gate which had opened to the massive garden.
Rows and rows of rose bushes and gardenias were planted
across the path happily showing off their flowers did nothing to help Pratap's
increasing irritation.
And finally he chanced upon the hay structure he was sure
he had seen thrice already.
A scowl lit his face as a few choicest of words left his
mouth.
Without any other choice he stalked towards the hay house
hoping there was someone out there to show him the way. He was never giving a
surprise visit to anyone ever again.
He reached the backside of the hay house and walked
towards the front.
Next second as he turned the corner he stopped in shock
at the sight of the inhabitant.
MOO', it called out.
A cow.
It was a goddamn cow shed.
Right in the middle of a garden.
A cow shed. Really?
Unbelievable,' he muttered staring at the white cow
which was happily chewing its food giving no mind to his presence.
Shaking his head he turned to leave when he heard a sudden sound
and stopped short.
The soft chime of anklets came to his ears. And with it
came a sweet fragnance of something flowery.
Freesia? No, Gardenia, his mind decided and before he
could even understand his actions he stepped out of the cow shed following the
sound when he came onto a large basket of fodder.
And leaning over it a young woman wearing a long lehenga.
Her face was obscured by a long thick mane of dark hair that fluttered against
the wind.
Giving a huff the woman got up and expertly tied her long
hair in a messy bun and turned to look at him.
Pratap froze.
Staring at him was the most beautiful woman he had ever
seen.
Her doe brown eyes glanced at him showing innocence he
had lost years ago. Yet along with it he saw a maturity that generally could be
seen on those with years of experience often from struggles tired of life.
A walking contradiction, his mind told him. Mature yet
innocent. Struggling with reality but naive.
The woman had an enquiring look on her face and stepped
towards him giving him a slow hesitant smile.
His heart missed a beat.
The small curve of her lips made her whole face light up.
Her eyes glinted with a soft ethereal beauty.
His mind had stopped working.
Now that was quite a predicament for someone who depended
on their mind in every situation.
His heart stopped for a nano second and then started with
double speed.
What the hell is wrong with me? He wondered bewildered as
he felt his heart racing. Did I have something with too much spice? Acidity, his
mind provided.
Staunchly he refused every explanation his mind provided.
From heart problems to gall bladder stones.
Lovesick, his heart piped up sighing at the goddess in
front of him.
Shut up, Pratap cribbed at his heart. This was not a time
for woolgathering. He hungry, tired and dirty thanks to that wretched birds who
had decided that excreting on his clothes was a perfectly good idea.
Steeling himself he cleared his throat and stepped
forward...
Only for his right foot to step into a pile of cow dung.
A giggle erupted from the woman.
I am Ajabdeh. Welcome to Bijolia's Punwar Mansion Kunwar
Pratap.'
He swore. He was never ever going on surprise visits. Ever
again.
Edited by mistofshadows - 9 years ago
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