Sumanika ~ The Prince's Widowed Bride

46 ~ Agastya's New Plan

Ye bhi ho gaya *ticking my checklist* sighs deeply.

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Agastya POV

I walked away from there. My heart was feeling heavy and empty yet again. I lowered my face, trying to hide the tears in the dam of my eyes, threatening to break free any moment.

"Agastya,"

Suddenly, Ranvijay Bhaisa's voice caught my attention, and I kept my eyes wide open to let the air dry my tears.

"Ji, Bhaisa,"

I said in a confident and happy voice and waited for him to come near to me.

I gulped to swallow the lump forming in my throat, and he placed his hand on my shoulder, asking.

"What happened? Everything is okay?"

His voice was slow, and I looked into his concerned eyes.

I immediately planted a broad smile on my face.

"What would happen to me? God sends me messages to make something happen in this world," I said, and he laughed, looking at me.

I laughed, too.

"So, how is everything going?" He asked, and we both walked towards the side of the garden. I nodded.

"Everything is going great. King Abhinandan has left, and he already started to move his troops of soldiers to Pratapgarh as we discussed, and I will leave soon too,"

I said, looking at him, and he nodded.

"And what about Rashmika? Did you talk to her?" He asked, and I thinned my brows as, amid all of this, I had completely forgotten about her.

"Um, I was just going to talk to her," I said and inhaled sharply.

"Is everything good between you two? I mean, I had not seen the two of you talking, and she is here, but you went somewhere last night. Are you thinking of breaking this alliance? I mean, Mehrangarh could be wrong, but she is a princess and deserves a life. Do not do anything that will hurt her. I mean, the Kingdom deserves punishment, but she does not,"

He said, and I gulped silently, not knowing what to say.

"Ji, ji, bhaisa," I managed to reply, and he smiled, looking at me.

"All good, right? Agastya. I do not know, but you look upset and sad," he asked again, touching my cheek.

I smiled widely. "Yes, bhaisa, I just need some sleep," I said, and he nodded, stepping away from me.

"Alright, I should go and will send you the list of resources we have for this war," he added, and I nodded, taking a few steps back.

"Okay, Bhaisa,"

I inhaled deeply and came back to my chamber. My head was hurting badly. I pressed my hands on my head and sat down on the bed.

And I could not help but burst into cries.

I did not want to hurt her. That's why I was not telling her anything. I knew she had problems with trusting a man like me. I knew she would get upset and doubt me.

But how could I hide all of this from her? She deserved to know. But I did not want to hurt her like this.

She cried because of me. I could not see her crying. I could die but could not see her crying.