The Sweet Agony of Love. (BoyxBoy)

Burning 6

Chapter 6

AKISHNA'S POV 

The burning continued as I screamed, sobbing as the smell of cooked skin terrorized my nose, nausea overcame me as I was lifted up gently. My feet refused to move I just wanted to stay on the floor.

Venna, his wife took me to my room calling for the maids to fetch water and a bunch of her medicine while she tried to calm me down. Laying me on her lap like a child would on his mother, I cried and cried never been more humiliated than I was today.

Humiliated that I couldn't stand up for myself more than anything. I was weak and he used that to make me a spectacle, to ridicule and to mark me.

Devoid of pain from a numbing cream the realization that according to the sutras (Law Books) I was officially his slave. He didn't own slaves, no on in the kingdoms of the North own slaves.

It wasn't outlawed but it was socially frowned upon as was branding, branding was the legal way of acquiring a slave.

He officially owned me but he acted as if he did before this, ruling my life, dictating my activities, providing for me, meagerly I might add.

I was broken because to him this was just mere frivolity; play with the Panchala pig and make him cry.

I knew it broke Mithil to see me like that, we kept eye contact the entire time. He was begging me to forgive him however he had a duty and that was to follow the instructions set aside by the king as he was Second-in-Command.

I don't understand what led to this, in our previous altercations I provoked him but all I could think of was Sivananda's book in his hand. Did he not want me to read , to be ignorant?

"He doesn't know how to love, he never felt it before, his mother abandoned him, and his father was away fighting. He doesn't even kiss me or visit the children's court, you know this much. Please forgive him Akina."

 I knew she was being a good wife and saving her husband from bad karma.

But who doesn't know to express themselves, she was just exaggerating for me to refrain from cursing him. Even if per say he wasn't raised and given love then why was he only a monster to me. Was it because he hated me and the Panchala people?

Truth be told my district that I inherited from my father was a blend of people from all ethnicities and kingdoms and we lived harmoniously.

"Come, you have to eat!" Venna insisted raising me until I moaned in pain, she was so beautiful her veil still on her head even after all the commotion. At this time my room was crammed with people, some sat outside listening to us talk.

I don't think the common people ever spoke so intimately to those of royal blood and it was a beautiful night as more joined us, some came out of curiosity, some pity, some loyalty, some after hearing about the day's activity.

--------------------- 2 WEEKS LATER ------------------

I was shaken out of sleep.

Hand over my mouth I fought frantically, trying to shout for help.

 My assailant took his head cover off, slowly letting it fall as he told me to be quiet. It was my brother. Adesh, he came for me, I was filled with love and nerves, what if he got caught? Was anyone listening?

"What are you doing here ?" I screamed-whisper?

"You're coming home with me." he stated. "Let's go!"

"No, I'm not!" I turned to close a window and he gasped. How can I be so stupid, my brother was going to kill him or get killed trying to kill him.