Chandrika
Chandrika, get up, the sun is high in the sky," Vishakha's voice woke me up.
"Ughh..." I sat up, holding my head. All the events from last night came rushing back to me. I immediately got out of bed and rushed toward the door.
"Princess, where are you going? The bath is over here," Vishakha said, grabbing my arm.
"I'm going to meet Rana sa," I said, pulling my arm away.
"What if someone sees you in this state?" Vishakha asked.
"Then let them. I can't wait any longer," I said, hurrying toward the door. "Ouch..." a piece of glass had cut my foot.
"Princess!" Vishakha rushed to me.
"I don't have time!" I said, quickly heading toward Rana sa's chamber.
"Princess, at least take the glass out!" Vishakha yelled, running behind me.
When I reached Rana sa's chamber, there were a lot of soldiers standing there. They were looking at me strangely, but I ignored them and went inside the chamber. Some people tried to stop me, but I pushed them away and went in. Anger and sadness were swelling up inside me at the same time. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Ansh!"
Shivansh
A voice called out from behind me, "Ansh..." I turned to see Chandrika standing there. Her condition was pitiful: disheveled hair, dry eyes, and a pale face.
"Girl, stop..." soldiers came up behind her, trying to stop her. As soon as they saw me, they froze.
"Forgive us, Your Highness, this girl forced her way in here," they said, referring to Chandrika.
"How dare you speak about my guest in that manner?" I asked. "Forgive us, Your Highness, we thought you would be angry," they replied.
"Leave now," I ordered, and walked toward Chandrika.
She immediately hugged me. I was only wearing pajamas, with nothing on my upper body. Her touch made the heaviness and headache in my head disappear. I was overwhelmed by feelings that were pushing me to do something that would distract me from my goals.
"Why did you say that I should marry someone else? That I'm not worthy of you? Tell me why,"she said, sobbing.
"Oh, so she read the letter," I thought to myself.
"I love you. My life is meaningless without you. Now I can't think of anyone else. I'm only yours, Ansh. I love you so much."
Seeing her like this broke my heart. I never wanted to hurt her, so I decided to explain myself to help her pull herself together.
I hugged her and stroked her hair. "Chandrika, you know what my purpose is. Why don't you understand? I don't want to see you in the same state that I saw my mother in."
"I find the state of widows to be the most miserable. My mother suffered so much after my father was gone. I don't want you to go through that. We don't even know if I'll come back from this war," I tried to explain, gently pulling her away from me.
"I don't know anything. I'm only yours," she said stubbornly and angrily.
But your father is alive, she said innocently looking at me with teary eyes.
Yes but, if a man not live with his wife then his wife condition is similar like a widow.
"First, drink some water." I handed her a glass of water and sat down on the bed. I took the glass from her hand and set it aside as she came and sat on the bed. I saw that her feet were bleeding.
"Show me your foot. What happened?" I sat on the floor, but she pulled her feet back.
"Show them to me," I insisted.
"No, first answer me. Do you love me?" she asked.
"Is there any honor in saying no?" I said with a sigh.
"No," she pouted like a child.
I forcefully pulled her foot toward me. "There's glass stuck in your foot. How much pain you must be in, you've been standing all this time," I said as I removed the glass.
"The pain in my heart is nothing compared to this," she said, starting to cry again.
I wiped her tears and bandaged her foot.
Then I sat up on the bed, placed both her feet on it, and put a pillow behind her back so she could lie down.
She was taking it all in calmly, just staring at me.
I covered myself with a shawl and sat beside her head, gently pushing the hair away from her face.
For a while, there was silence. Then she spoke, "Ansh, why haven't you said anything?"
"Chandrika, I've already said what I need to say," I replied, closing my eyes.
"Then fine. If you can't accept me, my life is worthless. I will end it," she said, getting up from the bed.
"Chandrika, don't ever say something like that again! Why don't you understand?" I said, stopping her.
"No, you're the one who doesn't understand. You don't understand my love for you," she said.
"What if I die?" I asked her, my face expressionless.
"You're afraid that after you're gone, I'll be alone and suffer like your mother, aren't you? Let me tell you, I will become Sati with you. I will burn with your funeral pyre. What will I do with my life without you?" she said, holding my hand.
After a moment, I looked into her eyes and asked, "Chandrika, do you love me that much?"
"Even more. I can do anything for you," she said, holding my hand even tighter.
"Don't you love me, or am I not worthy of you?" she asked.
"How can I tell you how much I love you and how pure you are? I don't want to tarnish your purity by binding you to myself. You are a goddess," I said. "My hands always wanted to write replies to your letters, but they would stop. My eyes would try to look at you, but I'd lower them, only because I feel my life can't give you everything you deserve."
"I don't want anything but you. I won't get in the way of your purpose. I will support you. I don't even need your time; I just want to be near you," she said with loving eyes.
I could no longer control myself. I wrapped my arms around her. "After my mother, you are the only one who loves me. My life has always lacked this feeling of belonging and love. And how can I break your heart, which is so full of love?"
"I admit that I also love you, my chand. A lot." Finally, the words left my lips. I couldn't suppress my feelings anymore.
"Me too, Ansh," she said with a full smile. She hugged me again and start crying.
Why are you crying chand. I asked lipted her face.
I don't know why? But I am very happy. She said with tears in her eyes and smile at her face. We hug each other Deeply.
The war now seemed frightening. My mother's hope,And now, my love, who is ready to die with me, I cannot let that happen. Now I must win this war at all costs, no matter what the circumstances. Suddenly, I remembered my guru's words: "Shivansh, make your loved ones your strength, not your weakness."
"Yes, Chandrika, my mother, and everyone are my strength. They empower me in my difficult times; they are not my weakness," I said. A little later, I looked at her. She was sleeping on my chest. A smile appeared on my face.
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