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Abhinandan POV

I stood stunned hearing her and shook my head.

She laughed a little and said. "You should rest,"

I heard her footsteps as she walked out, and I sat on the bed. She had cooked for me today, and she loved me.

I knew it.

The next few were like water for me. With each passing moment here in my home, around my family, missing my sister's presence, I felt my rage calming down.

We would have fought about a thousand things if she were here. But she was not here. She was at her home.

I sat on the stairs of my garden attached to my chamber, feeding the birds.

They looked beautiful. They had a habit of sitting down here and waiting for me. I would wake up hearing their noise. A few of them were way too impatient to enter my bedroom to wake me up. I had a habit of sleeping late at night.

My brain keeps wandering, thinking, and remembering until I get frustrated. Maybe this is why I have had impatience and rage since childhood.

I needed to learn how to work on that.

"Abhinan," my grandmother's voice caught my attention, and I looked at her walking in with the cute steps. I smiled, looking at her.

"Daadisa," I stood and helped her walk towards the couch.

"An invitation has arrived from Suryagarh. Rudra and Nandani have their crowning ceremony in two days," she informed me while sitting down on the couch with a deep inhale. She was getting old, but her smile was intact.

"Ohh," I exclaimed, and she touched my cheek. I sat down to my knees before her.

"You will go with us, right?" she asked, and I nodded weakly.

"I do not think there is any reason not to go. If everyone were there and I would not, people might confuse it as the breaking of Suryagarh and Mahableshgarh's newly made bonds," I said, and she nodded.

"You are intelligent and a pure soul, Abhinandan. Trust me, no one can even get closer to you. After all, you take after Abhishree," she said, and I smiled. She always said I was more like my mother than my father. And, for some reason, she was always happy about that.

Crowning was an essential day for Rudra and Nandani. If I were not there, it would reflect my displeasure with them. I did not want any confusion between Suryagarh and Mahabaleshgarh. Whatever it was, I did not want to see Nandani's effort go to waste.

"Yuvraj," Suddenly, an attendee's voice caught my attention, and I looked at him.

"There is a letter for you," he informed me, stepping closer to give it to me.

"Okay, I should leave now," Daadisa said, standing up, and I helped her a little.

"Abhinandan," she turned around.

"I took an oath to visit the Devi temple with you once you return. Let me know whenever you are free after we come back from Suryagarh," she said, and I nodded.

"Ji, Daadisa," I muttered and helped her walk out of the chamber.

Once she left, I sat on the couch and opened the letter. It was from Nandani. A tiny, weak smile appeared on my face.

"Priya Abhinandan Bhaisa

Hume Aasha hai aapka taapman ab nyuntam hoga. Hum bhi bata de, ki bahut khush hai yaha.

Is hafte ke ant me Rudra ka Mukut Samaroh hai. Bahut varsho ke pachshat jiske vo hamesha se layak the, unhe mil jaega. Unke saath hamara bhi mukut samaroh hai. Hum jaante hai jaane, anjaane hamare kuch nirnaye se aapko bahut kasht hua. Hum kshama maangte hai dobara uske liye. Lekin aap hamesha kehte the ki jab kuch na samajh aaye to sirf apne liye sochna chahiye kyuki agar sochenge tab bhi bure banenge, or agar nahi sochenge tab bhi bure banenge.

Apne jeevan ke kuch nirnayak nirnay humne aapki anupasthiti me liye hai. Jiska hume sadev hi dukh rahega.

Parantu ye pal hamare liye or Rudra ke liye bhot bada hai or hum isse aapke bina nahi jeena chahte. Hum chahte hai ki kisi ke liye na sahi aap hamare liye awashya aaye. Jab hum dukhi the, to chahte the aap hamare saath ho, par aap nahi the. Hume uska koi afsos nahi. Aapka sochna bilkul thik tha. Parantu ab hum chahte hai ki sab pehle jesa ho jae hamare beech. Aap aaenge to hume lagega ki sab thik ho gaya. Hamare man me aapke liye kabhi koi kadwahat nahi rahi. Kisi ne kuch bhi kaha ho, lekin hamare hisaab se aap sahi the or hain. Aasha hai aapke man me bhi hamare liye koi kadwahat nahi hogi.

Hum aapki prateeksha karenge.

Aapki behan, Nandani,"

"Dear brother Abhinandan,

I hope your temperature will be normal now. I must tell you that I am thrilled here, too.

This is to inform you that Rudra has his crowing ceremony at the end of this week. Finally, he will get everything he always deserved. I have my crowning ceremony, too, along with him. I know that a few of my decisions have hurt you deeply, knowingly, and unknowingly, and I apologise again. But, as you always said, when you cannot think about anything, think about yourself because if you think about yourself, you will come on the wrong side, and if you do not think about yourself, you will also come on the wrong side.

I have made a few decisions in my life in your absence, and I will always feel upset about that.

But this moment is huge for me and Rudra, and I do not want to live without you. I want you to come for me, if not for anyone. When I was upset, I wanted you to be my side, but you were not there. I do not feel sad about it. Whatever you thought was right. But, now I want everything to be like before between us. If you come, I will consider it re-bonding. I never had any sour feelings for you in my heart. No matter what people say, you were never wrong and will never be. And I hope you will not have any sour feelings for me either.

I will wait for you.

Your sister, Nandani,"

I inhaled sharply, finishing the letter. Rolling it, I kept it aside. I could not figure out if I hated her or not. I wanted everything to be good again, but it was not easy.

I laid back on the couch and closed my eyes.

It took work. Trisha was getting married in a few weeks, and I still did not know how to stop her.

But I wanted to stop her, and I had no two thoughts about it.

I could not see her getting married to anyone. I could not stop my sister, but I would stop her—even if I had to do anything for it.

The next day, I went out near her village. I changed into soldier clothes and went near the river and the Ghats, but she was nowhere to be seen. Even when I visited Ashram and went near her home, she was not there either.

Something was wrong. But I could not step inside like that. What would I say if Guruji asked me?

Dull-heartedly, I came back home.

I could not figure out why she was not denying the wedding. How could she marry anyone his father had suggested?

She did not even know him completely. She did not know his interests, hobbies, nature, attitude, or anything else about him.

And I could not imagine her having someone else's children. How would she let him come closer to her? Would not it disgust her?

Urghhh.

I had to talk to her.

I waited for Rudra's crowning ceremony, hoping she would attend. But she did not. Only Guruji arrived, and it broke something in me.

He was not even letting her walk outside.

"Abhi," I heard Rudra calling me after the ceremony. I was sitting in the garden, and he sat beside me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and I nodded, teasing him.

"More than okay after enjoying the crowning ceremony of my biggest enemy," I said, and he thinned his eyes and looked at me.

"By the way, how did you get this foot imprint on your Kurta?" I asked. I noticed a red small foot imprint on his clothes. I wondered why he did not change it if it was stained.

"Umm, it's nothing," he said and smiled.

"You tell me. Are you happy with Trisha's wedding?" he asked, and I stared at him confusedly.

"And, why would not I be?" I asked, and he looked away for a moment.

"You were with her in the tent the other day?" he asked, and I nodded, hiding a tiny smile.

"It was nothing," I declared, and he stared blankly at me.

"So, going to her wedding?" he asked, and I knit my brows in confusion.

"Why are you interested in her and me?" I asked in return, and he sighed deeply.

"Because it's clear on your face, stupid," he said, and I gulped nervously.

"What is clear on my face?" I asked, and he shook his head slowly.

"That something is bothering you," he said, and I nodded.

"Yes, it is you who bothers me the most. I am still wondering what people saw in you," I said, and he looked at me.

"You are never going to get over it," he asked, and I shook my head.

"Never," I declared, and he inhaled deeply and stood up, caressing my shoulder.

"Abhi, life does not give you much time or options, so choose wisely and fast," he said, and I lowered my gaze.

I did not know what he wanted to say, but he was the last person I wanted to talk about myself with.

"Go away," I muttered, and he walked away.

He went away, and I had a few glasses of drink and sat in the garden. After some time, Agastya joined me, too.

"What are you doing here alone?" he asked, and I smiled, looking at him.

"Drinking, come on," I said, and she smiled and rubbed his hand.

"Let me in," he said, sitting beside me and he asked.

"I hope we are celebrating the same occasion," he said, filling his glass, and I shook my head.

"Just celebration is not the right word in my mind," I said, and he chuckled.

"I can understand. Do not worry; you can speak your mind to me. I would not remember a bit of it in the morning," he said, and we both lay back against the couch. The weather was pleasant.

"I wonder why people become stupid after love," I asked, and he chuckled.

"I could not get the chance to do so, so I cannot tell about it," he said, drinking the whole glass in a single breath.

"Hahahahahha," I laughed, looking at him. He also chuckled, looking at me.

"Tell me, what's going on?" he asked, and I looked at him blankly.

"Well, another occasion of celebration is coming. Our sister is getting married. But, yes, we cannot drink in front of Guruji," he said and laughed.

"Your sister," I corrected him, and he looked at me with lifted brows.

"And not yours?" he asked, and I shook my head, lowering my gaze.

"I am tired of one; I cannot handle another one," I said, trying to act brilliant, but I believe he caught me.

"Abhinandan, if I am not wrong, she is four years older than you," he said, and I looked at him.

"She stands up to my shoulder, weighs half of me and looks young as a twenty-year-old girl. She does not have her age imprinted on her forehead," I reminded him, and he nodded.

"How drunk you are?" he asked, having another glass.

"A jar," I told him, signalling towards the empty one, and he nodded.

"So, suppose something happens, and you end up marrying her. Will you accept her?" he asked, and I stared at him.

"What a stupid question it is?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"Just imagine if this happens," he said, and I looked at the dark liquid in my glass. My brain went to the possibilities of her and I together.

"I do not know. Maybe I will accept her," I said, and he stayed silent momentarily.

"What then?" he asked, and I bit on my lips.

"She will not accept me," I said, looking at him. He lowered his gaze for a moment before having another glass.

"She is getting married to a soldier," I said, and he asked, "What's his name?" before taking another two sips into his mouth.

"Shantanu Kumar," I said, and he knitted his brows.

"I know this man, I think," he said, and I had another few sips.

"How?" I asked, and he knit his brows.

"I am not sure, but I have seen him a few times with Ashwin," he said, and my eyes opened wide despite my feeling deadly sleepy.

"Ashwin, the head commander of Pratapgarh's army?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Yes, he was there in Gurukul, right?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Yes, I knew Ashwin from there," I accepted, and he suggested.

If you are worried about Trisha, you can ask Ashwin about him. They seem to be close," he said, and I knit my brows.

"How could could they be?" I asked, and he stared at me with a lifted brow.

"What?" I asked.

"Never mind," he said, and I nodded, focusing on my drink.

"Yuvraj, Kunwarsa," suddenly, I heard a womanly voice and I looked at Suman with a few attendees.

"Nandani has sent sweets for both of you," she informed and the attendees placed the sweets on the table.

"Now, this is the real celebration," Agastya laughed and immediately grabbed his bowl.

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