Death by love- Part 13

She was tired of life’s challenges, sacrifices and politics of her own people. She felt that she was never fit to be the Pharaoh. The dreams that she had in her life was long gone. Now she had enough of the other life she never desired. The zest of life had gone when she was handed the throne. She had given up many times but Bakaa had always encouraged her and showed her the right path until the misunderstandings started cropping up between them.

At last the door was open, she called in her loyal servant. “ Bring me a glass of milk and my sword!”, she ordered. The servant looked puzzled though she followed the order without questioning the queen. After few minutes the servant bought in the sword and milk. She dismissed the servant. She stared at the sword. It had been long since she had seen the sword after the unfortunate incident. It had bought back the memories of Bakaa and her.

Their first meeting to their final goodbye replayed in her mind like series of scene of a movie. She remembered the time when she had told him once that she would drink a glass of milk before death. And how could she forget that he had admonished her about bringing up topic of death. He hadn’t spoken for days until she promised him that she wouldn’t speak of death. Now time had come.

Death was the only choice left to her. Her soul had left her body when she had killed Bakka. She took the sword and held , pointing at her abdomen. One small move could take her life within second. She thought about it one more time. If death made her closer to Bakaa and if death was the only way that could reduce her sins, then she would accept death with open arms.

She raised her sword once more and pushed it into her stomach. The blood oozed out from her stomach. She fell down due to loss of blood. She lay on the floor when everything around her slowly dimmed. Her heart was beating faster and then slower within few minutes. Gradually her body stopped functioning. She could see a white light suddenly appear from nowhere. She could feel her walking towards the light while leaving her body on the floor. She saw Bakaa with open hands. She rushed towards him and held him tight. “ Now no one can part us, my love.”, he whispered softly into her ears.

The news of death of Aahhotep doomed the whole country. The people cried on the death of their favorite daughter. It had shocked the entire nation. When everyone was reminiscing about the death of the queen, her brothers and husband rejoiced her death. They celebrated the whole night . They didn’t even pay their last visit when she was buried in a decorative death box. She was mummified to preserve her body for years to come. Later her death box was placed inside the chamber of the largest pyramid ( she had been designing since her reign).

( To be continued)