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CHAPTER - V | HIS NIYATI

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"I accept your request, and I accept being with you." I gulped down my spit in my throat. "I accept to be your wife, " I whispered, my eyes cast down, not wanting to meet the man before me.

My body flinched as I felt his warm hands cup my face, and his fingers caress my jaw, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body; my eyes found his honey-like eyes shining as the sunlight poked through the walls shone on them.

"Not only as my wife but as my Queen," he whispered, his lips curving upward with what I thought was a genuine smile. My face stayed with no emotion as I looked back at them, trying to find hope and happiness, but in a situation like this, one has to try and find survival, not happiness.

"Would your mother and nation accept someone like me, a DIL, as their next queen?" I whispered and continued, "The one who has nothing to offer, no kingdom, no title, etc." His face softened at my words, unlike what I was hoping for.

"None that matters, as I am the King; my word would be the command and order." My eyebrow crunched as I took in his words. Why is he so into me?

"Why? You can have anyone; why me?" I finally asked the question I had wanted to ask for so long. But he chuckled as he combed my matted mess of hair away from my face and slowly planted his lips on my forehead. A small gasp left my throat; it was like my body was engulfed in a fire just by his tiny action. His lips left my forehead, causing me to wish they had stayed longer as I hit my mind for feeling this way.

"Because I want you, I need you, and you are mine" I shook my head. "This is not the answer," I whispered again, but he smirked.

"You will know when the time comes, but until then, be calm and know that no matter what, you have always been mine and will always be." And that's how it ended: I was transferred to what one would say is the most luxurious chamber I have ever known—it is even more luxurious than the one in Kuntala.

The walls are adorned with gold statues and designs that would make even the greatest architect of my time gasp at their glorious beauty. The chamber continued and opened to what I would call a path to heaven. Yes, both sides have a balcony to view sunrise and sunset.

The bed is the softest silk I have laid upon, and I have been appointed with two ladies who took care of me. I haven't asked for their names yet as I am still in shock and don't know how to escape it. Why am I doing this? I asked myself. Ah, yes, for Baahu and Deva, but would this cause their journey to defer? What if nothing goes as I planned?

The helpers cleaned me, combed my matted hair, and applied scented oil while they decorated with gold and flowers. But before they could dress me up in to the clothes, I stopped them.

"Bring me my saree that I have in my bag." As I said, they looked at each other, causing me to scrunch my eyebrows.

"But the King specifically selected everything for you and orders us to have you wear them." Their words caused my heart to rise to my cheeks. I can't think of Bhalla as some love puppy who went in and selected these things. I can't even visualize him as a loving partner, but rather a demanding male who has too much ego than he can carry.

"Tell your King he can wear these if he wishes to, and I need my things back here." I didn't yell, but my tone made them immediately obey and get my things back.

I picked the saree Deva selected for me for her marriage, one among many, but I hadn't had the chance to wear it until now. Its rose gold colour complimented my skin tone, and a small golden border made me look royal. I also took out some of my simplest jewels, a small chain and earrings that Baahubali gave me as a gift of appreciation to show how he is to have me in his life.

I smiled as I viewed myself and was able to recognize and smile. I dismissed the helpers as I looked at the sunset that was to happen; the orange hue covered the skies as my eyes longingly tried to see if I could find Baahu and Deva's hiding place in this big palace.

But the silence and peace of the moment vanished as I heard the footsteps of the one I was hoping not to meet today. It seems one can only receive so many blessings they have asked for.

I struggled to meet the eyes of the person whose scent made my nostrils inhale the amazing smell, like sandalwood mixed with rose petals. I looked up to find Bhalla, whose face lit up as his eyes found mine. But quickly, his smile disappeared, leaving a look of questions as he took into my form.

"You are not wearing the jewels and the saree I sent for you," I gulped at his question. "Come on, Nandhu, you can't give away your fear," I whispered as I shook my head.

"I felt comfortable in my clothes", I whispered back. He nodded as he neared me, and I felt heat rise as the cold air of evening siped my hair as it blew.

Bhalla swiftly and smoothly pulled me against his chest as my covered breasts brushed against his bare chest. I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"But I want you to be adorned in the colours of Mahismati, the future Queen. You should take up your duty and not disobey your King," he whispered as his lips slowly kissed my ears. I bit my lips from gasping and also had to fight my hands from touching him.

"So you are ordering me?" I questioned his motive. "If I don't agree, then you'll force me?" I narrowed my eyes at him, causing him to chuckle.

"Not an order but asking you," he whispered, placing his forehead against mine. I stood there, trying to catch my breath, which I had forgotten from all the thinking I was currently doing.

"May I," he asked, causing me to look into his eyes. I could see he desperately wanted to proceed further as his breath hit my face, and even I felt leaning in, but I had to pull myself together and come out of the daze.

"Have you spoken to your mother and father? Were they okay with you choosing me?" As I asked, Bhalla smiled, showing his perfect white teeth.

"Tonight, I will introduce to you them as my future wife, my queen, and the one I chose," he whispered once again, trying to lean in.

I shook my head. "That not what I asked? Now did I?" I questioned again, causing him to sigh.

"I don't have to ask permission, my love," he whispered as he continued. "I have decided and will let them know of my decision." I stared at his eyes. I could see the difference between him and Baahu; grown up in the same household with a lovable mother sharing the blood of the same royals, yet there was so much difference, like day and night.

I nodded at him, pulled myself out of his touch, and stood as far as possible. I could feel the balcony railing stopping me from moving any further. My sudden movement caused Bhalla to look at me, and his eyes looked like they were longing for me, but I may have imagined things.

"Then I will meet as you have planned, my king," I whispered, causing him to nod as well. He took his leave, and I exhaled all the breath I had stored in. Okay, now I have to make myself mentally ready for tonight. God knows how painful it is going to be with Sivagami being there.

And it was a hell of painful just as Bhalla broke the news of our engagement. 'Well, if you call it that,' his parents looked at him dumbfounded, and more than his father, his mother's eyes were burning into my head. Lady, I didn't do anything to your ego-boosted son who doesn't under the word boundary,' I shouted but kept my face straight.

"What were you thinking, Bhalla? " his father shouted as he walked, or rather limped, to the spot where Bhalla and I were standing.

His eyes pierced through me. Other than their mentality, I couldn't see one drop of similarity between the father and son.

"A girl with no title and no kingdom to be a queen and wife of the King of Mahismati." He cackled, which hurt my ear, but I stayed put.

"Father, I know you would say this, but I have decided, and you know I won't choose someone just like that. So I ask you to believe me when I say Nandhini will be my Queen and wife." I snapped my eyes at Bhalla, who was standing too proudly and tall. A part of me liked this, and a small smile erupted at the corner of my lips.

I snapped out of it as the father-son duo argued, but the mother stayed in her seat, silently watching me like a hawk watching its prey.

"Sivagami, why are you silent? Please tell him he is wrong." I was so ready to hear her rejection, as she did with Deva, but surprisingly, she walked near me, took my face in her hand, and studied every inch of my face.

"If my son had chosen her, she must be worth it." My eyes snapped to her reply as she unclasped her long chain, forked her neck, and clasped it onto mine.

"Sivagami?" Bhalla's father started, but Sivagami's look made him quiet.

"A week from now, the big wedding of the King of Mahismati with his chosen girl as his wife and Queen of this nation will happen" " she replied and went away like the wind.

As the night rolled out, I was still shocked at how things turned out; I thought his mother might reject me and send me away. I was so sure that I hadn't opened my packed items.

But fate is cruel, as it has now been announced, and all the people in the nation would have known by now.

I fear facing Baahu and Deva. How would they have taken this news? Would Deva be angry at me? Will she think that I am a gold digger or a backstabber?

All the thoughts are killing me, but once again, I have been pulled out of my overthinking by a strong arm encircling my waist and flushing me to a rock-hard chest whose warmth I can recognize now as if I have known him for decades.

"What my Queen is thinking about?" I am still too flushed to reply. Why is he so clingy in the movies? He never seems like that, and they never show him as this.

His thumbs softly massaged my hips, and a soft gasp left my lips as the feeling was wonderful, and I was too ashamed to accept it.

He placed his face into the crook of my neck and inhaled. I struggled to find the way out, yet my body felt heavenly. What was wrong with me?

"Ah, nothing", I replied. Thankfully, his body was keeping me from falling.

His hands captured my jaw, and he smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischievousness. A gasp left my lips as his thumb traced my lower lip and parted from my upper.

"Will you allow me?" he whispered, causing my inner pool to swell in what one could call a girly giggle, which I am embarrassed to admit.

Well, to be fair, I have only kissed one guy, my ex-boyfriend. "Oh, don't remember him now," I scolded myself.

I am not sure whether the cold air or the warmth of his body caused my head not to think straight, but something pulled me in as I found myself leaning to meet his lips.

At that moment, I felt a surreal energy pass through my veins, like the Kiss we read in books that are said to capture the soul, body, and mind. His lips moulded perfectly into mine. It's not a kiss of innocence but of need and want mingling. I reached into his hair, my finger knotted between his silky hair. His right hand cupped my side jaw and angled me perfectly, letting him easily access my lips.

That kiss taught me one thing: I now have a better plan.

One can ask what my plan is. I plan to marry Bhalla but make amends with Baahubali and get him back here as a rightful king. I know I can do it. Since Bhalla seems too into me, maybe I should use it as my leverage to make him see the good in Baahu and let his ego go.

But a man like Bhalla would not be easy letting go of his power, the power he always wanted, and the power he just got, and he would agree to let go of it. But I can see he is losing his tough wall in front of me, and even with this small kiss, I had him melted against my body. So, my body and mind should be my weapon in this match, and I should use it well to do what I intended to do here.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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hum-suffer · 4 months ago

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We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 19

The last taste of love on her tongue is bitter and sour, like a rotten gooseberry. It's pathetic, the way she still craves love.

Gauri wants nothing more than to curl up and be held but she doesn't have that option right now and it feels worse than the fact that someone dared to make her feel so. She feels like a wretched girl, eighteen years and all she's managed to gain in the respect that comes from being of royal blood.

Her fingers and arms drip in the gold chain that clinks with every moment of hers, colliding with her armband and bangles and rings. The small dangling rubies at the end of the chain, that rest on her collarbone, make her throat appear bloodied. Gauri curls her fingers in a fist and imagines hitting Vijay with this hand, the gold scraping off his skin, the rubies becoming redder.

It is with this thought that Gauri swipes her tongue behind her teeth and walks out of her room to attend to Vijay's request for a walk with her. She hasn't bothered to change the saree she'd been wearing the whole day, and neither has she done up her hair in any other way than she usually does. She doesn't wish to give him any special attention nor does she wish his attention on herself.

Vijay is waiting for her on her doorstep, and Bhairav is stoically standing there, face impassive. Gauri notices a red bloom on the jut of Bhairav's jaw, wondering what exactly had happened within the span of an hour that she'd been in her room. She raises an eyebrow at him and he looks down with a minute shake of his head. Unsatisfied with his wordless reply, Gauri purses her lips but she knows not to push the topic in front of Vijay.

"Your highness," Vijay greets her, with a nod. Gauri usually doesn't wish to be arrogant, but a splash of arrogance has always been in her and it sparks and burns, at his audacity to not bow. If only she could kick his legs from him and make him kneel.

Gauri smiles wanly. "Mahoday. How may I help you this evening?"

"Be less formal, for one," Vijay smiles like he's cracked a joke. Gauri doesn't bother changing her expressions. He quickly backtracks. "May I have the pleasure of your company for a walk?"

Ideal etiquette would dictate that she say that his company is her pleasure. She forgoes it.

She nods, for she doesn't think she wishes to lie about such trivial matters, and steps forward. Vijay promptly turns and begins to walk out of the Royal wing.

He's not even making sure that they're walking parallel.

When she does reach enough to walk parallel to him, he eyes her. Ah, she thinks sarcastically. So, the man follows the ancient misogyny of not allowing the woman to walk parallel. Her ego grows wings.

"Royal family members are supposed to walk ahead, you know?" She says, almost purring with how low her volume is. "To show you the way, of course."

Vijay smiles at her, that dim smile that she's come to despise. "Well, I am about to be your husband and hence a royal, am I not?"

A shudder goes through her spine at the mere thought. "Unless you plan to stay at Mahishmati and become Princess Consort, the same rights as a Royal do not apply to you, Mahoday. I thought you'd know this. Since, you seem to know everything."

Vijay puffs up a bit at that and Gauri seriously wishes she could smack him over the head. Goodness gracious, she wonders how on Earth did the man survive.

Gauri wonders how she will survive the day with him.

Behind them, she hears a sound from Bhairav that she can think of as a scoff. He's never made a noise before, in regard to any private conversation she might be having, in all of their years. It tells her just how stupid Vijay is.

Vijay talks about his preferences and routine, back at his home. She notes him as a man of routine, who never strays. A man of plans. She wonders how predictable he might be. She wonders how easy it may be to slip him poison between one of the meals, before he goes for exercise. How it may seem like an accident when he chokes while exercising.

Gauri suppresses a sigh, and lets her breath cool in her chest.

"One day, you will be a part of the same routine," Vijay says, almost soft in his speaking.

Gauri once again thinks that had he not been so misogynistic, he would have deserved love. In another universe, Gauri might have helped him find that love with someone else too. But Gauri isn't kind enough in this world.

If her love is not enough, neither is she.

Vijay will have to die.

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Amar was taught by his teacher that a human heart is slightly bigger than the size of one's fist.

The first moment when he experienced love, is the moment he doesn't remember, but is told of. That moment when Maa lifted him in her arms and named him Bahubali, held him in her arms as she sat on the seat of Rajmata, with Bhalla on the other half of her lap.

With a breathlessness that is dizzying, Amar wonders today, where was Gauri, if not in Maa's lap? Where was Gauri? Where was Gauri?

When he thinks again, he knows he doesn't remember it, but he thinks that perhaps he experienced love first when he was in his mother's womb, with Gauri. Katappa Mama tells him that his mother was sure that she will bear a boy and his father was sure she will have a girl and god granted them their wishes together and it takes his breath away again to realise that the first time his mother must have talked to her pregnant stomach, talking to herself, she would have only addressed him.

It leaves a taste of ash in his mouth.

He wonders if the first love he experienced was the moment he was born. When Gauri wouldn't stop sobbing and screaming until she was put beside him. They are the same age, and he's barely older than her by mere minutes and yet, all he can think of her is that she is his little sister.

His baby sister.

He remembers the first time he lifted her up in the air and she squealed and he realised she was too light. He remembers the times he made her eat something throughout the day for a month to train her body to demand for more food. He remembers seeing the jut of her wrist bone and collas popping and he remembers an assassination attempt on her and he remembers the way his breath caught in his chest as he began running towards the river— uncaring that he did not know how to swim.

Amar remembers being held back by Katappa as Bhairav jumped in the river instantly and he remembers the way she moulded herself to him as soon as he had his arms around Gauri.

The instant trust, the feeling of home that he has for her, that feeling that she too had for him.

Now, he isn't sure she has the same feeling for him.

Gauri doesn't glare at him or any of the other family members. She doesn't say anything. More than anything else, her silence lodges itself in his throat like a shard of ice. Amar doesn't remember feeling so pathetic in his life.

When he sees her walking with Vijay, he realises why she hates Vijay. It's not just about her autonomy. They both know that one day they will have to marry and it might not stem from their own choice. But seeing the casual disregard Vijay has for her, the way he treats her like something he owns.

Amar is surprised that Bhairav hasn't unsheathed his sword yet. Amar knows he wants to. Hell, he's even seen Bhalla break a spoon in half just because Vijay presumed to call Gauri by her name alone.

"Tell me, Gauri," he hears Vijay say,"have you ever been to the West?"

Gauri shakes her head. It's rude, not to reply in words, and yet, Amar only feels vindictively proud of her for not speaking. She holds her stand, even if he can't.

He feels indebted to Maa, for loving them. He knows what might have happened to them, had she not held her ground and loved them in equal to Bhalla. Her love and protection has him kneeling on the ground and Amar can do nothing but watch as she decides to marry Gauri off to this oaf.

"I wish I had a brother like yours," Vijay says, looking away to the palace grounds. "Bhallaldev and Bahubali both are mighty young men."

And Amar remembers again, just how old Vijay is. A dozen years older than them. He calls Bhalla and Amar as young men and yet he wants to marry Gauri, who is of the same age.

"Do you think we would have sons like them?" He asks her.

The mere thought that this man might touch his sister is an abomination. Amar grits his teeth and very pointedly keeps his hand away from the hilt of his sword, knowing that his impulse control is next to none currently. The audacity of this man makes Amar want to commit several crimes.

Bhairav has no such regards. He goes rigid and from the distance, Amar sees Bhairav put his hands behind his back and take hold of the hilt of his own dagger.

(Amar can't keep track of that bloody dagger. It's either on Gauri or on Bhairav. Or perhaps both of them have the same commissioned dagger. He doesn't know.

And the mere thought of not knowing this trivial fact aches him in a way that he cannot explain. Not knowing something about his sister, his precious darling sister. Unfathomable. And yet, true.)

He can't see Gauri's expressions from here, but he hears her clearly enough. "There cannot be another Bhallaldev or Bahubali. Legends happen once."

"Well, then, I suppose it's not too much to hope there will not be another Gauri too?" Vijay says. Bhairav pulls the dagger half way out and Amar has the temptations to join him. There are only three more guards and Katappa here. No one will need to know where Vijay ended up. Vijay continues speaking, unaware of the danger he has drawn for himself. "I need heirs, you see. And a girl..."

Gauri shrugs delicately. "I do not claim to mould the future."

"You can do anything you put your mind to, is that not true?"

And Amar may not know his sister as well as she knows him, and he might not understand her as thoroughly, but he hears the bloodlust in her tone when she speaks. "Yes."

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Bhallaldev doesn't claim to be all knowing, but the one thing he knows for sure, is that Vijay will die soon after his marriage with Gauri.

Gauri will marry him, if only for the state, and will make him live enough for him to name her as his heir and then, he will die. It will seem like an accident, a horse going into madness at the wrong time, a dagger slipping from his hands, falling from wet stairs. Anything. And everyone will know but none will be able to prove it.

Bhallaldev finds that he does not care about Vijay being dead. It is true, that to marry Gauri, Vijay had promised that the whole of West province would support Bhalla's claim to the throne, and Bhalla had made an error in judgement and said yes to the man's proposal— not realising that he was dealing his sister.

Now, as they sit at the evening tea, Vijay talks about his childhood. Bhalla hasn't heard Gauri say a word.

He discreetly glances at Bahu and lifts his eyebrows after gesturing to Gauri with his eyes. Bahu cringes and gestures to Vijay with a grimace. It's enough explanation. Bhallaldev wonders if this is what the future shall hold for them— a silent Gauri, who isn't herself at all.

He knows that his father and him are the biggest to blame for her silence, and it burns away at his chest.

Bhallaldev might get the throne, but at what cost?

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Just after she retires from the dinner, Gauri sees the expression on her cousin and her brother and she ignores them.

The walk to her room is silent except for her anklets tinkling and the silver of them shining even more brightly under the caress of moonlight.

When they stop in front of her chambers, Gauri sees the stoic look on Bhairav's face. "What is it that you are thinking, Bhairav?"

"My princess," he swallows behind the words, as if he were about to say something else but reigned himself in. He drops to a knee before her, the empty hall making so that the only witness to them is the air between them. "I beg of you. Please, whatever happens, do not relieve me of my duties to you as a protector. I do not trust that man. I must be with you to protect you."

So pretty on your knees for me, she thinks abruptly and dismisses the thought instantly. She will not make him beg for anything and relish in it. She knows how important his self respect is to him and him kneeling for her makes it all the more important.

He's never knelt for anyone else.

Gauri uses her knuckles to tip his chin and make him look at her as she leans down. "You have heard me multiple times, soldier. You are mine. You're mine to protect and you are mine to command. No one will make it otherwise. Where I go, you will be beside me."

Bhairav's eyes fall shut, as if her words are his absolution and salvation wrapped in one. Gauri leans back up and forwards a hand to him. His calloused hand makes way into her own rough hand, painted with alta, and she pulls him up.

"You are mine to protect, my princess," he tells her,"I cannot bear to see you for even one more day as I have seen you today— withdrawn and quiet. My princess is a woman of power and fire. She needs not to keep silent and let some oaf speak for her. You can command the entire nation with one sentence alone. He does not command you."

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A shorter chapter because I've been stuck in a slump for this and i have no inspiration nor the proper encouragement for this story anymore. Let's see tho. Idk if I'll abandon this yet. I love Gauri Bhairav too much

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