City of Love: A True Fairytale!

chillibreeze writer — Santhan

"You are never to see her again," stormed his father. "I never thought you, a king to be, would cavort with a commoner, a dancing girl at that. Have you no respect for your position or mine?"

The words made no impact. They weren't hard to ignore when every fibre in his being told him he was right in seeing her. He recalled that evening, when he fell in love with her. She was dancing at the river’s edge, her sensuous form swaying, as the sun shrank away almost as if in envy of her radiance. A smile lit his face.

He was right in slipping away for their clandestine meets, to feel the sweet agony of waiting for her by the river, oblivious to the water that joyfully played at his feet. He was right, he said to himself, to fill his mind with thoughts of her, to want to be with her every moment of her waking and to lay by her side every hour she spent asleep.

Her mere presence opened to him a different, more beautiful life than he had ever dreamed of. With her, he found courage, strength, tenderness, and a will to succeed he did not know he had. She made him a better man. She was no commoner. She was the princess of his heart!

Storms raged incessantly that season, imprisoning him inside the fort walls. He hadn't seen her for days and his anguish was beyond compare. Looking out from his stony window, a grim determination entered his eyes. He knew what he must do. He walked out, called for his horse to be saddled, and rode off into the night.

Drops of rain stung his face like a swarm of angry bees, but he held on to the reins and urged his horse towards the only home he knew. He reached the banks of the swollen river that was devouring everything in its newfound path and, without care, coerced his faithful beast into the dark waters. They had no chance against that unforgiving force. The horse was swept away from under him with a fearful whinnying, and he was tossed around like an insignificant twig. Instinctively, he flailed his limbs towards the outer bank and the current carried him to the other side. He ran, ignoring his bruised and battered body, knocked on her door and collapsed in her arms. She, wordless, held him close and they reunited in tears of mixed emotion.

When the prince did not return home for days, the king sent for him. He learnt how the prince had risked his life to meet his love and he relented. A bridge was built over the river to ensure safe passage for the prince. The couple was married amidst great celebration and later, the new king built a city where the queen of his heart had lived.

The fort is Golkonda, the river, Musi and the largest monument of love in the world is the city of Hyderabad.

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