Every day I looked through my window to see guests attending for my marriage ceremonies. Rulers of many kingdoms, princes, families and friends. My best friend Sai came bounding up to me. "Kaurvaki!!!"
I smiled slightly.
"Hey what's wrong!" She said. "Hmm, let me guess, it's Ashok isn't it."
I nodded.
"Cheer up. Princesses die to marry Prince Dhiraj. You're lucky. Don't worry about....."
"Many princes die to marry me but I love Ashok. I can only be Ashok's and no one else's. Understood?" I felt hurt that no one noticed my feelings for him. I left her in my chamber and went down to see all the servants working hard for the preparations of the marriage. Flower garlands were being hung up and I saw my Father hugging and greeting other kings.
"Ah, Kaurvaki, come here and meet Raja Dharmesh." I walked up and greeted them with the palm of my hands closed together with a faint smile. (Traditional way of greeting in India).
A prince blushed by seeing me and I just rolled my eyes. I knew many thought I was beautiful, but sometimes beauty lands you into trouble.
I looked through to the courtyard one last time, unnecessarily. I turned around to go when I heard a sturdy horse's hooves galloping into our stables. A boy was wrapped in black and gold; his bulging muscles moving as he jumped off the horses. Our eyes met for a few seconds and I broke the contact by turning to go. It was just a horseman. The figure parked the horse in the stable and stroked it lovingly. Just what Ashok did. I thought I heard Ashok's voice and turned round but no-one was there. I thinned my eyebrows suspiciously but Sai dragged me away and into the guest attendance area where dance performances and singing was going on.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Ashwaki: waiting for Ashok
Hayran Kurgu* Highest Rank 4 ❤️ A historical story based on the traditions of the Magadh Empire, largely centered on the romantic relationship between Ashoka and Kaurvaki and the relation between her and her kids. I'm sure you won't be disappointed x
