Tears welled in her eyes. She was broken to an extent that it couldn’t be mended. She tried to cover her emotions with all the strength. “ Enough! Don’t make those false accusations! Don’t forget, you are standing before your pharaoh! What makes you think I would give Maadi to my brothers , O commander ?”, she said, raising her tone.
She felt the pinch of guilt rising within few seconds. “ You have become blind because of power. You don’t even remember your reply to my letter.”, he said. “ What letter ?”, she asked, trying to find the reason for Bakaa’s behaviour. “ Letter? Oh! Sorry, you are a Pharaoh with lot of important issues to focus on. Why would you remember this very small town?”, he said, leaving her abandoned with false guilt over something she hadn’t done.
Somewhere hidden behind the trees, Amon-hotep was enjoying the commotion between the two lovebirds ( Aahhotep and Bakaa). Why wouldn’t he be? It was he who had orchestrated it . Things were going almost smoothly as he wanted. Well! It would go perfect if she didn’t learn about the letter. He had to do something soon.
She called her chief servant who served her quarters. “ Did you get any letter addressed to me?”, she questioned her servant. “ Pardon, my queen! I didn’t come across any kind of letter”, the servant said with her head bent as token of respect. She discharged her servant and went into deep thought, “ Maybe Bakaa has misunderstood the whole situation?”
She drafted a letter where she explained the reason of ignorance as well as addressed his misunderstanding. She instructed her servant to send the letter to Bakaa. However the letter didn’t go to Bakaa. Instead it landed on the hands of Amon-hotep. “ As promised, I have asked the guards to release your husband.” The servant thanked him million times before Amon-hotep instructed her to send his version of the letter to Bakaa.
Bakaa was enraged , reading the letter. His heart still didn’t believe that Aahhotep could be insensitive. “ What happened to you , my beloved Aahhotep?”, he spoke to himself. He blamed the power and politics to be the sole evil for this change in her behaviour. He wondered about whether time could change one so drastically. Can love die easily with time?
( To be continued)
P.S. The story is a fiction. The characters and places appearing in the story are also fictional.
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