Mithra

  Fantasizing Love...     The rain was pounding the earth. The thunder roared and lightning lit up the sky every now and then. It was evening. Usually it would have had a pinkish glow to it but today the sun was shrouded by the dark clouds. Yet it was not dark. Shaurya looked at the sprawling Indragiri before him. Not a soul outside in the rain! Everyone had taken shelter except him. He was seated on one of the high terraces. He held up his face to the rain and closed his eyes. The rain drops pattered on his bare upper torso and wet dhoti. But that did not bother him, rather it was comforting. She slid her hand into his. A smile appeared on his face and he held her hand firmly. He turned and looked at her kohl-rimmed dove eyes. Those sparkling enigmatic eyes! She was not bothered about the rain either. Her lovely pink lips curved into a smile. ‘Stay with me please,’ he said deeply. She leaned closer and rested her head on his shoulder. ‘I am not going anywher...

Life of a warrior is always filled with challenges. We never fear death. So here I am looking my opponent in the eye, ready for the duel. Either one of us will die. Death does not dither me. Shaurya is standing with his sword glistening in the sun. I know he is baying for blood! I have to win this for Dhruva. This will not be our last day together! I take a deep breath and hold my sword up, ready to go for the kill. Shaurya is gazing at me with his smouldering light brown eyes…