Only those who spread treachery, fire and death out of hatered for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity.
-Jose Marty
Part 1: The world that lays beyond
"Here you go! "Dhara presented her the 16 special sweet dishes that had been solely prepared to offer God because of tonight's special occasion.
But her petline cheeks were now fallen, glow from the godess like face gone. What with the way the prince was looking at her, his deep piercing hazel orbs gazing at her every moment she had been in his vicinity.
Her skin had been prickly under the scrutiny. But above that all what troubled her were her own thoughts.
She wanted to get away from that constant gaze as soon as possible today afternoon. Yet the pitful irony that she was there today as his soon to be bride. His bride!
Now the hundred pie question was if she isn't able to tolerate his gaze from ten feet away for a afternoon when hundred other guests are present, how is she supposed to tolerate his touch, the same gaze and the same presence for the rest of her life?
"Ooo..."someone squeaked. "Lost in the thoughts of your prince? "And loud laughter filled the room. It did not take much time there after for the conversation to catch fire.
Prince Amerendra being the prime topic for the rest of the evening but the voice raising its hood inside Devika stayed loudest of them all.
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"Hail prince Chandra, hail the kingdom of Maniteek!"cheers rang along with the voices as the prince completed his walk of grace.
Right from when he had dismounted his horse outside the palace a few moments ago, the congratulations and words of appreciation had came flowing in, from everyone. But he hadn't paid attention because for all he knew all those good words were nothing but a way to butter the prince of this powerful kingdom that he was.
If he wanted appreciation, and words of praise for all he did. He wanted it coming from the king and no one else.
So here he stood in front of his grim father, the king of maniteek. His head held high, for he knew his father could not escape this situation now and if anything he had to atleast say a single word in his praise today even if only for the sake of the full attendance of courtiers today around them.
"I heard you won over the ghahanies? "He raised an unimpressed eyebrow and Chandra felt his blood starting to boil. "Impressive!" And that was all the king said before he was gone towards the royal chambers in the eastern wing of the palace.
"The court is adjourned! "The announcer outside hollered and the loud royal court slowly came to a complete silence. When the back-talks came to an end. When the boisterous treacherous courtiers had left.
He burned with fury and his body beared testimony to that as it shook in outrage. Infuriation over his father, hatred over the insensible society and most of all his vexation over himself!
The jaws that were covered in thick bushes of unruly beard because of practically living in wilderness for the last two weeks clamped over each other.
His large calloused hands that had barely left his swords throughout the weeks now itched to snap a neck in two. Specifically the neck of his father or elder brother.
He had left the comforts of the palace, to fight a war for his father, a war that they were bound to loose was suddenly the reason for their victory!
How? Because of HIM! His damn life that he had very casually put into danger so that he could make his father proud of him. For once.
But it all became futile. Didn't it? Sleeping on wet grass for nights on end with his hand as pillow and aching wounds as companions had earned him this! Hadn't it?
A mere 'impressive!'from the king's part that was more a taunt than praise.
He was pretty sure, his prim and proper elder brother must be now celebrating his own victory.
Now that he had lost once again!
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"Good evening prince Chandra! "The sweet sultry voice snapped him out of his vulnerable thoughts of being a simple pawn under his father for all these years.
His hands putting down the warm drink on the table as he gazed at the diva that sat in front of him right now.
The twenty years old exceptionally beautiful princess who was currently smiling at him lucidly.
Her dark mysterious eyes playing hide and seek under the thickness of her lashes while his own eyes envied the inanimate furnitures of the room that now held her gaze.
"Congratulations on your victory! "She finally looked into his eyes. The sultry gaze flitting back on her face. "Would you mind if I join you for a drink, there's something we need to talk about. "
And darn the world..... why would he mind?
"Of course not! It would be all my pleasure! "He reapprociated with a equally flirty smile to the sister of his youngest step mother.
"So do enlighten me about what you wanted to talk about? "He folded his arms on his chest. This seemed interesting!
"It's about your elder brother! "The foreign princess spoke with such ease as though she was speaking of the weather but she had hit a wrong nerve. Chandra's smile was gone!
"He's planing something against you! I heard him! "
"Oh really? Well that's not really very surprising but why are you telling me this? "He scrutinized the flawless innocent face.
"Because...because...I-I..."suddenly the ease within her was gone.
"Because I care about you! "
There was a long silence in the room thereafter rest the laboured breathing of the two occupants.
"Oh really? "Prince Chandra was no more sitting on the chaise instead he was standing right beside the foreign beauty in his private chamber. "And why exactly do you care about me?"his words were wishpers now breathing down her neck. While his hands had found a permanent place at the small of her soft waist.
"I-I can't tell you that! "The princress' s face tainted pink as she bit her lip but did not act to reject his touch.
'Because she wants it too!'
A smile settled on his face. "Why not?"He wishpered into her ears as he took the final test. His hard body pressed against her petite form, when he bent down to claim the pet like lips.
'Indeed!'he smiled through the kiss. ' She wants this!'
And there after his hands knew no bounds as it moved on it's own. On every curve and counter it touched and caressed while only he knew, how eager he was to christen the bed tonight.
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The zeal which begins with hypocrisy must conclude in treachery; at first it deceives, at last it betrays. -Francis BaconLaying with his eyes open, he analyzed his situation. His options...there pros and cons. And he had barely closed his eyes when the dawn broke, the first rays of sun infiltrating through the curtains of his private chamber, bathing the large room in a golden glory.'It was another starting! 'But what a foul way of starting the day when the first thing you notice is your mistake of last night? Forcefully closing his eyes, he laid back on the bed like a dead rat waiting for the woman beside him on the bed to leave. And she did! But not before she ran those soft long fingers through his messy locks. He internally cringed. No! He wasn't disgusted at her touch but he was disgusted at himself for doing what he did last night. Taking the innocence of that girl was not in his plans. It was a crime on his part because while the woman solely wanted to be with him for t
A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.-Claude Debussy Part 3: The sun must set to rise 'Another sunset! 'He sighed looking at the sinking sun through the small slit of his tent. The buzzing crickets starting to give him a headache now with their continues'turring' sound from the last seven days. What else could he expect from the middle of a wilderness? "Is there some news from maniteek? "He asked. The others in the tent more frustrated than he was!"What else except the fact that the royal army is after you like the hunter dogs? Sniffling around all the time! " the chief, the leader of his supporters spoke. The frustration grew but what grew more was his thirst of power....now that he was chased like a wild pig in a forest, his want to rech to that throne had increased like never before. His eyes moved over the interior of the tent. The rough clothing, the uncomfortable bedding and the slick moist environment...'I disown YOU! 'The words never leaving him, not eve
You have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.-Madeline L'Engle~♡~♡~This evening seemed different than any other evening she had seen in her nineteen years of life. Her home looked more beautiful than she had ever seen it, bathed in golden grandeur, the aura that spoke of wealth, power and elegance all at the same time.Tonight there was not a corner left in darkness. Not an inch of palace that wasn't glowing in the fire litten golden lanterns, hanging in every corridors and rooms and hallways along with the strings of Jasmine and roses covering the walls and ceilings rivaling with those of the most exotic of perfumes in the country.Tonight when every part of the cold, white marble was hidden under the best of Persian rugs and carpets and every pillar had paired silken drapery around them. The villa no more looked like the cold, empty house that she had resided in, throughout her life with her father.The interior was far from old despite the freezing temperatu
 Only those who spread treachery, fire and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity. -Jose Marty"What did you just say? "The stinging pain in her palm felt nothing compared to the throbbing heartache that she felt right then, when she slapped him across his face.'Was her father even alive?'she looked over her shoulder still struggling to free from his death grip."Now that wasn't a nice thing to do princess! "She heard his chuckle but he wasn't amused not in the least. He was furious! How could he not...when a woman....a mere woman slapped him in front of his men! But he knew it was not the right time to show the heiress her limits....there would be the whole life left to discipline this spoilt brat once he gets married to her. But right now, he needs to go through with his plan first.There were no words exchanged their after, instead Chandra decided to take the matter in his own hands. 'It was getting late!'Dragging the struggling heiress wit
 A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband. -Michael de MontaigneThe swift wind passing around them did nothing but to increase her palpitations and chill for two reasons so far. One, that the horse was galloping at a break neck speed inside so thick a forest within blind darkness that at each turn Devika feared that they were going to smash straight into a tree. And for the second and the major factor for her discomfort were two rough strong hands and a warm hard chest that was eating away her sanity. Her breath fell in pants, each time he pulled the reins of the horse, almost deliberately brushing across her bare skin of waist. And THAT was making her increasingly uneasy. They rode so fast that the others were left far-far behind because she could no more hear the gallops of other horses. And after what felt like eons later the torture finally stopped as he kicked the side of the horse and with a soft neigh it came to a complete standstill. It was a
If you need Violence to enforce your ideas, then those ideas are worthless. -AnonymousA lady who had always been amongst the cream of the society, had been pampered like princess and had been raised like one as well, it was no doubt appalling to envision herself living here in such a sickening and repulsive habitat. For what she saw inside the tent was nothing compared to the scene outside. A dwelling garbage of stinking unwashed laundry, empty bottle of beers, residues of cigars and numerous maps rolling across the length of the tent.It was very small place and consisted of nothing but a thick mattress consuming half of it and a glass lantern by its side, which was still glowing, but its golden flames did little to illuminate the dark place.'It was still very dark for her! 'She had barely removed one or two of his dirty shirts from the mattress to make space for her to sit when she was graced with the presence of her arrogant drunkard husband of two hours. "Oh I see....you
 I write fiction because it's a way of making statements I can disown.-Tom StoppardShe was still in her wedding attire except the fact that she had gotten rid of the jewels and golds. Leaving those precious pieces of stones for the hungry prince. 'Perhaps he could buy another mattress with this!'she had scoffed taking out her strings of pearls and depositing them in a corner. She would never see them again because she would not be coming back. For now the bandage over her head would have to do as her new adornment. Rubbing her face vigorously after splashing a cauldron of water, her fingers stopped short by the towel lying beside. She looked at it for the second time, although it looked clean but she could only imagine how frequently these men wash their towels now that she had seen the dirty laundry of the prince himself. So she decided better. With a corner of her veil she patted her skin dry. She had no mirror or comb and she wasn't going to ask for one hence, not botheri
 "I would rather fight with you than kiss someone else."-AnonymousDevika tried to shrug away from his grasp when Chandra told her to step up the paddle and onto the back of the stallion. "I want to go back! ""I can't believe this! "Chandra gave her a hard look but not for long because the troops to Maniteek were getting closer."For a woman who can try to burn her husband alive and can tear his muscles in tatters with her bare nails, you are a very weak woman, very....very weak."he tusked with an expression so grim on his face that Devika was forced to believe that he pitied her. She forgot why why she was fighting. Loosing herself in those stormy eyes that held nothing but sympathy for her, in those same eyes she tried to find the moto of her life? The reason of her living. 'Was there any at all?'And in that point of weakness the will to fight was lost as well. In a daze of self pity and the burden of her father's words she felt herself being lifted and settled into the bac