His hands were still holding onto me, he didn't pull away. But upon hearing his suggestion, I did. "Karthik, are you out of your mind? Here I am explaining that I do not want this wedding, and you suggest that I go and attend it anyways?"
"As a guest, Darshini, nothing more."
I raised a brow. "What are you planning to achieve?" This was absolute madness. How could I attend as a guest, and not get caught?
"Well, Chellam, let's just say,
That the bride had planned something else that day."
***
I had returned to my quarters, as per Karthik's suggestion. In the last couple of days, I noticed a routine in my monitoring - one of the maids, usually Aadhira, would come in to check up on me at the break of dawn. Because of this, I returned what must have been an hour earlier.
But as I lay in bed, unable to sleep, I couldn't help but think over what he said. Would it really work? Then again, it isn't like I have many options here. So I gave into my childhood instinct, take the risk. The only difference between the one back then and the one now is that the consequence would be permanent.
I'd have to be more careful around Aadhira and the others, lest amma finds out.
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The Poet, The Princess, and The Promise: A Short Story
Short StoryWhen two people who lead lives no different than the sun and moon love each other, how strong will their bond prove? And to what lengths would they go to protect it? ★ This short story is a gift for one of my dear friends - a dreamer, and, like me...
