I will wait- part 2

Waiting was something that I wasn't accustomed to. I was known for impatience amongst my friends and family. But as people say marriage changes you complete. Patience came to me naturally after marriage.  Love was cure as well drug to me.

It was almost time. I looked at the clock. He would be coming any moment. As the minutes passed by, my heart was racing faster. The excitement doubled. I had asked him to come home early. I hoped that he would come at least this time.

I had inspected one more time whether everything was in place. The table was set. The exotic mixture of the smell and sound flowed inside the room. Love - the sweet and beautiful feeling within me had enhanced the whole night.

It was getting late now. I had requested him to come home early at least today. Where was he?  Did he forget our anniversary again? Maybe he was busy with his work that he didn't see time. What if something wrong had happened to him? I called him several times. But he didnt pick up.

My fears were growing until he messaged me that he wouldn't come home. Ah! Relief! What! Confusion struck me. Why was he not coming? My plans sinked down. I took the decorations out and cleaned everything. When I was done about with things, I was left with only pain to deal with. I knew this was coming . But I rebuffed it.

Four years were not enough for him to move on. I knew about his past and readily accepted it. His ex girl friend died a painful death according to the outside sources. I wanted to be a part of his life. And it wasn't a lie that I tried a million times to express my love to him. He didn't approve my love. I was only his wife that his parents had selected for him.  However how much he would try to distance himself from me, I would still wait. So here I am, waiting for his return though I know he wouldn't . I will wait and wait forever.
                   
                   ***** the end ******

I will wait - part 1

This night was fresh like our first night. The full moon was glowing in clear sky. The stars were gleaming dots , making the night more romantic. I was ecstatic for this night past one month. I had planned everything from the colour of flowers to the tablecloth of the dining table. I had made sure that everything about night was special and everlasting.

It was the fourth year of our blessed union. I had given my heart from the day our bethroal was announced. It wasn't long after our engagement that our proposed marriage took place and I became official Mrs.Taani Kapoor a.k.a Mrs Vivian Kapoor.

Vivian.. The name that still makes my heart skip a beat. I was and still will be truly, deeply and madly in love with him. Every moment spent with him was like heaven to me. I took note of small things that made him smile.



Smile! I hardly saw him smile. He wasn't really expressive type unlike me. He was more focused with work and life. But that's okay. Opposite poles attract, they say.

It didn't matter to me if he forgot my birthday or any special occasion that mattered a lot to me. Men never give importance to dates like we women do. This was fine and normal. Though it would affect me inside but I didn't want him to complain that I was nagging.

I wanted to be perfect wife to him. I wanted to be with him at all times as promised during marriage. His happiness was more important than mine. If it takes a lot to get into his heart, I don't mind. But why was it becoming more tiring after four years?

(To be continued)

Death by love- part 14

 The mourning period had not yet ended. But Egypt got it's new king.Eeremenihotep was crowned as new ruler for the kingdom. It wasn't happy occasion for all except Amen-hotep.Everyone knew the evil personality of Eeremenihotep. The priests and viziers had already forecasted the doom of the kingdom.

Amen-hotep was excited to meet the new king. His desire was going to be fulfilled at last. The kingdom will be his in a day's time. The difficult part of removing his sister was over. He would easily remove his brothers from his way. He only had to wait for his dear friend a.k.a puppet to hand over the kingdom to him.

The patience was reducing as the days passed. Eeremenihotep would ignore Amen-hotep by keeping him wait for long hours. Amen-hotep was of no use now. He had got what he want.



One fine day, the degree of patience had dried up inside Amen-hotep. He barged inside the king's chamber though he wasn't allowed by the guards who once bowed their heads when he walked around the palace. The king rose up from his bed and pushed aside the female concubine. The king was angry at the unwanted visitor.

"How dare you walk like that into my room? Don't you know I am the king?", Eeremenihotep growled. " King! Don't forget that it was me who made you the king. And as promised you were supposed to hand over my kingdom.", Amen- hotep snapped. A series of argument took place between them and it ended into physical fight. The guards grabbed Amen-hotep by his hands. " Bring the advisors and viziers into the court! Tell them I have an announcement to make and bring the prisoner.", he ordered.

Inside the court, everyone waited for his annoucement. When everyone was gathered, he rose up and said, " I order the prisoner as well as his brothers to be exiled from the country on the account of misbehaving with the king."  Amen-hotep was in disbelief. After all the hard work, he got nothing in the end. Before he was sent to exile, he took his life. Eeremenihotep's rule scummbed in front of Roman's rule. As for Aahhotep - Bakaa , their names remained in history books for their sacrifice for the country. Their love was cherished after their death.


                    ***** The end  *********


P.S. All characters appearing in the story are fictional . 

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)

Death by love- Part 12

She was stunned at his request. No criminals or martyrs before him had asked such a sentence. She walked towards him. She looked at his grey eyes. How much she loved , staring deep into those eyes. They always had answers to every questions she had. But today, it was blank. There was no warmth or any kind of emotions in those eyes.

“ If that is what you want, I cannot disregard your last request.”, she said with a deep breath. He knew she didn’t want to do this. He was happy that her love for him was same. But he was good at not expressing his feelings. “ Get my sword.”, she ordered her guard. She took her sword with discontentment. She looked at him one last time. There was no fear in him. He knelt down and looked down. She bought the sword close to his neck and raised it. She put her sword on his neck , slashing his head away from his body. His head fell down like a ball.

Her hands shivered while there were claps by the people across the court. There was mixture of joy as well as grief. She threw her sword and ran until her legs pained. She was numb by the action. She looked at her hands. She felt his blood all over her hands. She tried to clean them by rubbing it against her white linen dress. She wanted to cry. But the tears didn’t drop.

It was evening. The cool dry winds blew across  the country. The pink sky was sign of the end of day. The birds flew towards their nests. Queen Aahhotep sat on the steps of the stairway towards the garden. She hadn’t cried for quite some days. She didn’t drink or eat. She had shut herself from the outside world. She rebuffed from her responsibility to address the court.

“ Your majesty, it is not right for you to sit inside and not take care of the issues of the country. Please come out, the country needs you.”, the advisor said. “ Oh the wise one, please advise me if I can give up the throne. I am no longer fit for this role.”, she asked. The advisor was shocked by the question. “ Your majesty, giving up the throne that is rightfully yours will only show that you are coward. The history will portray you as coward to the future.”, he said gently.  Aahhotep didn’t say a word. She only dismissed him without any promise to coming back to the throne.

The evening passed quickly. She had sent back the dinner. She also dismissed the guards from her room. She wanted to left alone. She strolled across the room to the balcony where she stared at the stars shining in the sky. She imagined Bakaa , her father and ancestors smiling at her from the above. She saw Bakaa’s face in the sky, inviting her to be with her.

( To be continued)

P.S. The story is a fiction. The characters and places appearing in the story are also fictional.

Death by love - Part 11

Her conscious reprimanded her that she was a queen first and nothing else. She revolted against her inner conscious. But like always she failed. She looked at him one last time like a lost lover.  She wanted to disbelieve that he was involved in this treachery. Even if he was involved, she wanted to release him. How can she ever punish him?

Unfortunately life and love cannot go together always. One has to sacrifice either love or life. She had to choose the people’s life against his which she didn’t want to. His crimes were told one by one. Some were unbelievable and few made her think twice. Was this person the same one she fell in love with? The Bakaa she knew , was a person with morals and love for the country. He would never bring anything before than the country.

“ Before I could announce the punishment, I would want to hear the commander speak for himself.”, she ordered. She always did this. She believed in two way justice where she had both the criminals as well as victims of crime speak for themselves. Later she made the decisions based on the words of the both parties.

“ I don’t have anything to say, your majesty. If people of this great country believe that I have done this crime, then I will not speak. Because if I speak,the traitors of this country will use my words as tool for their evil actions. Therefore I won’t speak. I will die as martyr.”, he said with firm voice.

Everyone in the court including Amen-hotep stared at him with contempt. “ Your majesty, I would advise you to announce your wise judgement now.”, Amen-hotep said.

“ Amen-hotep! Why do you want to kill me soon? You will get what you want. Patience! I think your friend Eeremenihotep has not taught you about patience.”, Bakaa mocked at him. This angered Amen-hotep and he stomped towards Bakaa, trying to strangle him. Aahhotep raised from her throne and screamed, “ Stop this commotion now! I need order in the court. Brother Amen-hotep, I want you to stay away from the prisoner of the country.”

Everything came to a halt. Amen- hotep obeyed his sister’s orders for the first time. When everyone were settled, she paused for sometime and said, “ Bakaa, you don’t have the right to accuse my husband or brother of your sins. I announce the punishment that could equal to your heinous crime.” He didn’t plead for mercy. He expected the punishment. When she walked down from her throne, he said, “ Your majesty, the punishment that could equal to all my sins would be dying in your hands. As a last wish, I would want you to kill me.”

( To be continued)

P.S. The story is a fiction. The characters and places appearing in the story are also fictional.

Death by love - Part 10

The weather was hot and humid. The cold winds blew the sand from one part of the land to the other part of land. The blanket of clouds prevented the sun rays to trespass. The light thunderstorms hinted the sign of rain. This was unusual occurance.

Aahhotep looked at the sky from the balcony of her master bedroom. Thunderstorm, large black clouds, cold wind and sprinkles of rain drops was a blessing from God. Or maybe it was a warning of bad omen approaching? Whatever it was , she hoped nothing bad happened.

" Oh queen! There are guards expecting you in the royal court with the prisoner.", the servant said , distracting her from thoughts in her mind. She dismissed him , promising him that she would come within few minutes.



She dressed like a king. She walked towards the royal court like a king . She sat on the throne as she was expected to do. It had become a routine for over ten years. She addressed the issues before she instructed her guards to bring the prisoner. She could barely recognise him but something in him reminded her that he was her lost love.

She had never expected that he would be bought alive. However she desired to see him again in living form. She had many questions in her heart that she wanted answers for. She wanted to not believe in this . But she had to believe what was there before her.

Bakaa had lost a lot of weight. He looked lean and older for his age. His charm was lost. He had prominent wrinkles over his mouth. He barely could stand. He was unrecognisable for even his love. But his greys eyes had made her fall in love with him all over again.

(To be continued)

P.S. The story is a fiction. The characters and places appearing in the story are also fictional