1: The Woman on the Wall
The woman on the wall smiled down at her - pristine, perfect. It was the warmth in her eyes that had made her an unlikely friend, else the man smiling in the frame beside her would have made their alliance impossible.
She had been the one to put the photograph back. Such a happy moment deserved an audience, she thought.
Rana and Sulakshna, a couple for the ages.
"Rani Sahiba."
She recoiled internally but turned and addressed the man with grace, as a queen always should, Gayatri. "Kahiye."
"Rajmata has sent me to find out if your decision has changed."
Gayatri laughed, a cold, humourless sound. "Will Rajmata not ask me herself today? Khair, you may tell Rajmata that nothing has changed." She straightened in mock regality. "Hum hamari faisla nahi badlenge."
The man bowed and left the room and it felt to Gayatri as if he had taken all of its air with him. She struggled to breathe, to fling off this hateful apathy she wore around her... to find a trace of the self she was sure... half-sure she had once been.
The Sun rose over the splendour of the palace grounds and in her dark room, draped in jewels never before seen nor heard of, Rani Gayatri Devi raised a glass to herself and toasted, a queen for all ages.
Edited by kaamchorni - 10 years ago