SWASAN- The Sword of Love

|11. A Betrayar?|

She got furious as she heard no response from him inside. 

"Sanskar!" she continued to shout his name but frowned seeing him not telling anything and he was not opening the tent. "Do you have any plans of opening this tent? Or shall I come in tearing this by my sword?" she shouted angrily keeping her hand on her sword and finally after few seconds, the cloth of the tent was pulled back, she was ready to pounce inside but she stopped seeing him. 

She gets scared seeing his blood filled palm. She immediately locked his palm in between her hands. "Are you mad?" she asked panicking seeing him so much miserable. She dragged him to the bed, she roamed in his tent searching if there were any herbs, the organizers would have kept it for safety. 

She then treated his wound, she was badly stopping herself from crying loudly, she said choking with her tears, "you are really a mad. Can't you take care?" she looked at him angrily, he was just crying, don't know whether he was even listening to her. "see, how blood is coming! Sanskar, your wound is not totally fine, what did you do?" she shouted more angrily treating his wound, she herself was wincing seeing so much blood but he remained unaffected because the pain inside himself was more deep. 

She looked at him lost somewhere, "Sanskar! do you have any idea how much scared I was when I saw you?" she said looking at his red face crying seeing him in so much pain. She saw him looking at his wrist which was drenched with her tears. He blinked his eyes, "what? Are you going to answer me?" she shouted angrily. She saw him looking at the bed and then he said nothing, whatever she asked, he just kept crying. She pressed her lips in a thin line crying seeing him so much broken. She knew from the starting that he had some pain inside him, whenever she asked it, he never answered her properly. "Sanskar!" she whispered but he was just looking at the bed not reacting to her words but behaving like a lifeless soul making her cry more. She held his chin gently making him look at her, "what happened Sanskar?" she asked whispering, but his tears were just increasing. 

What if she was hurting him by asking him what happened? She wiped his face which was drowned with tears and sweat. "you know right? I hate silence!" she said trying to change the topic, trying to smile in which she failed. How can she smile seeing him like this? Taking a deep breathe, she wiped her tears and asked, "Sanskar? what's wrong with you?" she asked it in a slow whisper still fearing that she might hurt him by such questions. 

He grabbed the flowers for her, her confused gaze didn't leave him for a second when he was collecting the flowers keeping a cold face and then he gave it to her whispering sadly choking with tears, "forgive me Princess!" she looked at him still confused, she was unable to understand anything, "it's Swara!" she whispered still looking at him with tears. 

He smiled sadly hearing her, his one hand was holding the flowers, his another hand went to her cheeks wiping her tears. "Swara!" she shivered at the way he called her. Stressing it so much, saying it in a broken voice and in a gentle tone, he was saying it with so much anxiety with a hidden happiness and also a hidden sorrow. He called her like that, because he knew that these moments were going to be the last time when he is going to call her Swara, after knowing the truth, he sighed. Why will she allow a slave to call her by her name? 

He turned his face from her and closed his eyes, "I want to be alone. I will talk to you after some time!" he released his grip on the flowers unknowingly as it fall on his bed. Few more fresh tears flowed from his eyes. Swara caught his hand, "Sanskar! what happened to you?" he turned to her hearing her and before he could say anything she said, "please don't tell me that you will tell it some other day!" she whispered.