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13 ~ Bitter Words


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Abhinandan POV

As I stood outside, my gaze fixed on my Kingdom, Mahabaleshgarh. I could not help but feel the weight of my ancestors' courage and hard work through its mountainous figure.

But it was a home, too. The house that was once mine was now just a few steps away, yet I could not shake off the feeling of being an outsider among the people living in that.

Each step towards the Empire brought me closer to the confrontation I had avoided for months. The weight of this impending encounter, the loneliness that had been my constant companion, seemed to grow more pronounced with each passing moment, filling the air with a palpable tension.

And apart from that, I must not let Trisha's efforts go to waste. She put our old times, memories, and friendship at stake to bring me back. I kind of understood why she lied to me the other day. If she had not, I would have ignored her, too.

I rode forward towards the main entrance, and before I could even reach near to it, they started opening the door.

And, to my surprise, I found my parents standing in front of it.

My heart sank when I saw them all of a sudden. I did not think they would come to greet me here.

But here they were. A weak smile appeared on my face, seeing my Daadisa struggling to run faster behind them. My mother was wiping her tears away. And, my father's eyes looked weak, still his figure stood proudly.

I knew they were missing me. They have tried to contact me a thousand times, but I wanted to stay alone. My parents went to talk to me in Pratapgarh, too, but I went away.

My mother had never been there after my father won Pratapgarh from my mother's brother. I knew she went there for me. But I did not want to meet them. I could not shake off the feeling that they were so partial towards me. They allowed Nandani to marry Rudra.

But, it was as it was. Maybe they knew more than me.

I climbed down the horse and gulped nervously. I did not know what my mother would say to me. I silently walked closer to them, looked at my Daadisa, and stepped forward.

"haye, hamara Abhinan,"

"Ohh, my Abhinan!" she almost broke into cries, and I bent down to touch her feet. She placed her trembling hands on my head and exclaimed in a breaking voice.

"Kuch dino ka jeevan aur hai hamara. Kitne dard jhelenge hum. Aap to kam se kam hume na sataya kare. Apni Daadisa ki umar badhane ke bajaye unki arthi kyu sajate hai aap,"

"I have only a few days left to live. How much more pain should I bear? At least you should not trouble me. Why are you after preparing my funeral pyre instead of giving me a few reasons to live more," she cried, and I smiled weakly, standing straight.

"Aap to jitni boodhi ho rahi hai utni hi bacho ki tarah maange karti hai. Kya koi vyakti kuch din akela nahi reh sakta,"

"The older you are getting, the more you are demanding like a child. Cannot a person stay alone for a while?" I asked, teasing her a little, and she collected me in a tight hug, sobbing with tears.

"Aapse nahi maangenge to kisse mangega. Aap kahe to upar jaake aapke daadasa se maang le,"

"If not you, then whom should I ask? If you say, I shall die and ask from your Daadasa in heaven," she said, and I knew she was trying to make me emotional.

And, somewhere, it was working.

"Please do not go anywhere now, Abhinan," She requested, cupping my cheeks and pushing my hair away from my forehead.

I nodded silently and looked at my mother. My father suddenly looked away, coughing, and I gulped, wondering if he was having a cold in this good weather.

"Abhinan," my mother called and stepped forward towards me. She had turned weak, and I bent down to touch her feet.

"Pranam, Maasa,"

She stopped my hands in the middle and hugged me tightly. She burst into cries, and I closed my eyes.

"Aap humse marne ko keh de, hum khushi khushi Praan tyaag denge. Narazgi ka ye konsa tareeka hai aapka. Jara sa kuch kehdo or ghar se bahar,"

"You should have demanded me to die, and I would have obliged happily. But what is this way of showing your anger? Leaving home over a few words,"

I could not stop myself from hugging her. I did not remember the last time I saw her crying like this.

"I am back, Maasa," I could not stop myself from saying, and she pulled back and looked into my eyes with a teary gaze.

"Aaj aapne wapis aakar hum par ek umarbhar ka bojh chada diya, Abhinan. Varna, hume to laga tha ki hamare budhape ke sahare ne hume akela chod diya,"

"You have favoured me for a lifetime by returning, Abhinan. Otherwise, I thought that our old age support is gone," she said with a crying voice, and I got tears in my eyes. I shook my head, and she shook hers.

"Hamari hi kuch bhool rahi hogi. Hum hi achi Maa nahi ban paye jo is umar ke bete ke hote hue akele ho gaye. Humse achi to vo maaye hai jo goongi hai, kam se kam vo na kuch bolti hai or na hi roti hai,"

"It must have been my mistake only. I could not become a good mother; otherwise, why would I be alone at this age? The mothers who cannot speak are better than me; at least they do not speak, and neither do they end up crying," she said. Suddenly, she fell to me, and my eyes widened with shock.

"Hum kshama maangte hai. Hum kuch nahi kahenge. Hum kabhi kuch nahi kehenge, bass itna bada dukh fir kabhi mat dena. Hume keh dena, hum chale jaenge, hum chale... jaenge,"

"I beg for your forgiveness. I will not say anything. I will never speak a word to you; never give me such kind of pain ever again. You must tell me; I will leave, I will... leave," she said, touching my feet. I immediately stepped back.

"Maasa, what are you doing?" I sat down and held her hand, shaking my head.

My fingers shook seeing her like this. I tried to stand her up and pulled her closer for a hug. "I am sorry. I will... I will never go, not leave," I muttered, and she pulled back slowly. I stared at her blankly. I had never seen her this weak and broken. Never.

I could not believe it was for me.

"Abhinandan," my father called amid coughing, and I inhaled a sharp breath. He stepped closer and I immediately looked away, gritting my teeth.

"Abhinandan, how are you?" he asked, placing his hand on my shoulder from behind, and I pushed it away.

I did not want to talk to him.

"I need to go," I said, walking towards my chamber.

I was back, but that did not mean I had forgiven them.

My heart clenched, looking at them. I knew they must be feeling lonely without me. I did not want to punish them like this. I just wanted to stay alone and calm myself.

I sat on the couch and washed a few trails of my tears before I heard the announcement of my father walking in.

I stood up from the couch and saw him walking in alone.

He looked weak, too.

I stepped aside as he approached. He stood beside me and held my hand before sitting on the couch. I sat beside him and inhaled deeply.

"I am sorry, Beta," he exclaimed. I fisted my hand and looked at him.

"Sorry is not the solution, Baapusa. You could have stopped all of it. You could have waged a war. I wanted a war," I stated, reminding him of what I had asked him to do after we found out.

He inhaled and coughed again. He pressed a cloth over his mouth. "We could have. But against whom?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"Against him," I stated, and he gulped and looked at him.

"We killed her father, Abhinandan. His father was our enemy, and after whatever he did, if he was willing to repent it, why stretch the enmity for our successors to handle it?" he asked, and I looked away.

"You are a coward. Please do not preach to me about morals or enmity. Do not hide your cowardice behind righteousness," I exclaimed, unable to control myself, and he nodded.

He nodded, coughing again.

"Yes, I am a coward. I knew I would not be able to win in the war, and I did not want anything to happen to my children," he said, and I chuckled.

"Again, again and again. You keep repeating the same things," I looked into his eyes, and he lowered his gaze.

"You met Nandani?" he asked, and I stared at him for a moment and nodded.

"Is she happy?" he asked, and I looked away.

"Yes. But, I think she pretends most of it," I said, and he chuckled a little.

"You know, your mother and I never stopped both of you from doing anything you wished. You two asked, and we granted. For years, we protected you two from our enemies, and at the right time, we let you know. We both want the best for you two," he said, and I shook my head.

I could not believe how he was trying to manipulate me to justify his cowardice.

"When your aunt wished to marry a man in another religion. I repeatedly asked her why she was doing it, but she only told me she wished to. I had no option but to listen to her. And I did. Just because we are men and older does not mean we can make decisions for our children or family. Nandani is no child. She knew what she was doing. It's not false that we hated her when we got to know about it. I could not believe she was my daughter for a few days. I did not even see her face for a few days. But when I saw it, I knew I had to listen to what she had to say. I could not help it. If she asked me for a war, I would have fought a war. She decided to make it, not anybody else. And, if you still find me as the culprit, let it be how it is," he said, and I looked away.

"It was not her decision to make. Her respect is not only hers; it's our family's, too. She must have thought about the consequences her choice had brought," I tried to say, and he looked into my eyes.

"What consequences? Mahabaleshgarh and Suryagarh are allies now, and it's possible because of her. Even if we had forced her to marry some other Prince, it would have brought us allies politically, too And we got allies now, too. What's the problem with that?" he asked, and I bit my lips.

"You know what? You will never understand what is wrong?" I said and stood up from the couch. I walked a little and pressed my hand on my head. It was bursting.

"And, as you said, it's our decision to make. It would be best if you did not interfere in any decision of my life. You have lost that right. And why the hell did you ask Trisha to talk to me?" I asked, and he looked at me and stood up, too.

He coughed again, and I looked away.

I hated him even more.

"I thought it was good for the family. The throne needs you and this family, too," he said, and I sighed deeply.

"Do you ever think of standing up from the throne? Or do you want to stay glued to it forever, not even standing up for the right?" I asked, and he gulped, looking at me. His words were always for the throne. Everything had to be about throne.

"The throne is yours to take, Abhinandan, and you must take it. You do as you want, and I shall not interfere in anything. After all, it's been long since I have rested. I want to sleep until my heart contends," he said, and I nodded.

"Yes, please, take rest, as you have always been taking," I said, and he looked away and walked out.

I did not know why my blood boiled just by talking to him. He reminds me of our failures. Our ancestors built so much, and they did nothing to expand it.

I sat down on the couch and cupped my face.







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