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Author Topic: sewing up a shattered heart  (Read 988 times)

Description: When Chand met Neesia//Attn: Neesia

Offline Chand Nayar

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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #50 on: Mar 28, 18, 12:17:40 AM »
Chand watched the interaction between the two sisters. Tanian, despite her teasing, seemed to care very much for Neesia’s well-being. And despite her annoyance, Neesia did well with her sister’s attention. Tanian reminded him of a young Kavuri. He hoped that Neesia’s relationship with her sister survived growing older. He started eating to keep himself from thinking about the things that bothered him. The sisters were much more fun, especially Neesia, who made teasing her a wonderful time to be had.

I promise that she’ll be able to make a good curry within the next four months. Without burning the kitchen or the house down.” Chand said. When Tanian grinned in agreement, Chand smiled at Nessia to let her know that he meant it.

Lunch ended and Tika escorted Tanian from the area. Chand helped clear the table after the food was eaten, then headed outside to take a look at the grounds, He used the entire hour to cross as much of the space as he could, getting a look at the house from each of the cardinal directions. He sought a few places where he could watch the paths leading to and from the house. The house, in and of itself, wasn’t unsafe. But Chand saw areas of concern that he would address with Neesia and her family before he spoke to the Master of the Guard for her Court. Neesia would accept his suggestions, even if he had to talk her ear off about it while teaching her to cook. He shook his head and laughed as he made his way back to the house.

Four times. Perhaps I’m better off just feeding her.” Chand said, jogging back to the house as quickly as he could. He’d make another circuit of the house tomorrow morning after his drills. When he returned to the house, he sought out Neesia and simply remained close to her, though he asked about a few items on the mantle and whom they belonged to. He enaged her in small talk until it was announced that someone new had arrived.

Chand recognized Neesia’s father when he entered the room. The Green Warlord Prince turned to face Neesia’s father, a look somewhere between wary inspection and ice cold rage playing across his face.

There is no need to thank me, Lord Ashtikar. I will always protect and defend my lady.” Chand said, his tone just an octave above frosty. If anyone thought the temperature in the room was colder than it had been all day, they weren’t wrong.

Chand grasped the man’s hand.

Thank you, it’s appreciated. Though I did not know the truth behind his actions until recently. I was hoping you’d help me fill in some blanks.” Chand said.

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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #51 on: Apr 15, 18, 03:05:07 PM »
Chand returned from his careful inspection of the grounds to find his Queen smiling when he drew close. It was curious how she could sense him through their ethereal bond well before his masculine scent filled her lungs. Even when he made his way around the house, she could feel him close as if a part of her could just reach out, pull a cord and call him back to her. Surely he would be able to do the same, but the sensations were still so new it felt as though she was adjusting to a sixth sense that had lain dormant for so long.

Tanian genuinely liked Chand which filled her with a great sense of relief, not that her sister had any say in who her bonded could be, it simply made the adjustment that much easier. Chand did well with her, which surprised Neesia, for someone so severe, Chand could be charming with children. Not that Tanian would be a child much longer. When her father and sister moved in the coming days, there would be much Neesia would miss about her younger sibling’s life. It was a necessary step to ensure their safety. Neesia had been so caught up in independencing herself that she didn't stop to think what she would leave behind. Watching Chand interact with Tanian had made it all so very real.

When Chand returned he would find her sitting in the waiting room on her favorite spot. She had watched him move past the window, as he made his rounds. His eyes drawn away from the house toward the trees and the village as if getting a lay of the land. He hadn't turned to find her studying him which she was grateful for. It gave her a moment to watch the way he carried himself the regal line of his body ever vigilant.

Reunited, she smiled brightly and joined him at the mantle. His question about the glass blown ornaments pleased her and she went along explaining their origin. Her father had a small shop, not far from the house with a spelled furnace. He had made the beautiful rose with its sharp edges as well as the rearing horse. The water lily with the violet center and delicate petals was made by her. “I haven't done it in some time, but that was my best. The color in the center is done by staining the center and blowing it at the precise moment the molten glass begins to expand. It makes it look as though its glowing. ” she offered. The creations that did not meet her standards were crushed and returned to the furnace to make something even more beautiful.  The lily had been created just before her Offering.  She spoke to him about the Spring festival and how in the previous year the farms had flourished. Her hopes were to continue the traditions once more and to bless each farm before the festival that evening. It was a source of pride for the hidden Queen to give back in such a way.

Parul greeted his daughter warmly, but was not completely taken aback by the Warlord Prince's cool welcome. Neesia on the other hand tensed warily, looking between the men as they spoke politely. A breath of cool air brushed her arms, her head turning to Chand in warning. Despite his pain, Parul was her father. She understood that at the moment he had nowhere to clearly place the blame on his father’s death. It was his mothers and sisters burden, even her father’s but it was fair placing the fault on their heads  There was no navigating grief, but if she could steer him away, perhaps they could avoid further pain.

“Chand.”  Her voice was firm, it pressed between the men like a stamp.

Parul lifted a hand, resting it on her shoulder his thumb on her collar and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “No, its fine Neesia.I will help where I can.” The older man did not pull away from the Warlord Prince, nor did he challenge him by posturing.  “Let us speak in my study.” Neesia watched Chand with a thoughtful but worried expression.  Releasing Chand’s hand, Parul nodded to the door leading into the next room. It slid open easily with a touch of Craft.

They would find themselves seated in a small study just minutes later.  The walls lined in shelves containing all manner of trinkets and books. A large desk sat between two windows. Natural light filtered in through the sheer curtains. Parul lowered himself onto a seating area arranged in wide, thick cushions. “I will answer any questions you may have Prince Nayar, but let us start with this. Your father, he was a good man the best I have ever known and he is the only reason I am alive today to be with my daughter.” Neesia took a seat next to Chand, her father fitted her with a meaningful look. “There isn't a day that goes by that I am not both grateful and resentful for that choice.” Neesia’s lips tensed, hearing her father speak that way made her clearly uncomfortable. A part of him wished to have died that day with the rest of the Friends of Rose Neela. “What would you like to know?”

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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #52 on: Apr 19, 18, 11:53:03 PM »
Chand’s focus narrowed to Parul Ashtikar, though it was impossible for him to forget that his Queen was within arm’s reach. Her scent filled him. The bond between them was constant thrum at the edge of his mind. She was worried, worried that Chand’s greeting of her father would lead to violence. Neesia did not know him well enough to know when Chand acted from violence, so he did not blame her for her reaction. He did not want to hurt Parul, but he would not tolerate being lied to by anyone else where his father was concerned. His father and mother had done it. He had no reason to believe that Kavuri had also not known in some fashion.

He would not be lied to any further.

Chand followed Parul and Neesia to the study, resisting the urge to bark questions at the older man until he got the answers he wanted. All the same, Neesia would feel his impatience through the bond. When they arrived in the study, Chand remained standing. He pulled out a chair for Neesia and waited for her to be seated. He would let Parul be seated as well, but Chand could not sit. He could not be still while the information he craved was so close at hand.

"I will answer any questions you may have Prince Nayar, but let us start with this. Your father, he was a good man the best I have ever known and he is the only reason I am alive today to be with my daughter."

Those words caused the tension in Chand’s shoulders to ease just a little bit. His anger was blunted at the mention of Neesia, who held his leash. It also made him proud to hear his father spoken of so highly. Parul felt bad for surviving when his friend did not. Chand was brought up short at those words, because he knew Ayush Nayar well. If his father had been the one to survive and return home to this family, he would carry Parul’s death on his heart always.

I apologize for my tone, Lord Ashtikar. My father always spoke highly of you. He considered you a dear friend. I am thrilled beyond words that you are still here for Nessia. Too many families lost people that day. I’m glad yours wasn’t among them.” Chand said gently. He looked down at the floor, working to contain his emotions.

Lord Ashtikar, can you tell me what this plan was? Why would my father go through with it? I do not mean to judge it as worthless, but the rumors say that the so-called Messiah herself was there with all three of her Ebon Gray Triangle. There are rumors that they threatened someone valuable to Elisif Brenden.” Chand said, struggling for the right words.

Why did they continue with the plan when they saw what was happening?” he asked.

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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #53 on: May 02, 18, 06:20:08 PM »
Chand’s cool greeting toward her father triggered her already wary state. The tension she felt rolling from him like a cold fog only aserbated matters. He had been preoccupied with his thoughts during the long trip back to what would become his new home. Whatever had transpired between his mother, sister and himself had left a stain on his mood she doubted he could easily wash away. Instead of speaking to her about it, he sought out comfort in her touch, which she gladly provided. His father’s passing left him with many questions that none of the women in his life were prepared to answer. So when her own patron walked in with the revelations that he hoped would give him some manner of explanation, maybe even closure she prickled at the thought of what methods he would use to extract them. Even a Queen could have protective instincts. She never thought any bonded she would find would not have that in common with her. For now, that proved true.

Neesia settled on the chair provided, glancing to at Chand as her father took a seat and began to speak. He was rigid, eager, she felt it vibrate within their bond like a piece of steel cord.

Father had always had a peaceful way about him, not that he was any less dangerous a blood. Rarely did he raise his voice or his temper around his daughters. Neesia felt that any rage the Warlord may have had was released at one time, years ago. The memories still haunted her, made ever more clear by the rage in Parul’s voice as it seeped with pain and murder. That was a long time ago, and since then she had known him as nothing more than this, a steady diplomat, a man far more worn than she wished for him.

Parl’s words dulled the sharp edges of Chand’s tone. Looking down at her hands she focused on the sensations she felt. Her own emotions intermingling with his. There was still frustrations a sense of deep loss, but his initial anger was tempered by the older man’s heart felt words.  Neesia wasn't sure what she would do with herself if any harm to her father came to pass.  So it was not difficult to empathize with the crippling sense of loss that Chand was experiencing.

The urge to reach out and lace her fingers with his was so strong. There was a struggle within him she wished to pull him free of, but it was important for them to speak, without her steering the conversation. Even now he stood close to her like a guardian.

Prepared for the most pertinent questions Parul paused for a moment to consider his next words. She could tell her father struggled before settling on some decision. Chand deserved the truth, in fact he demanded it, and that is what he would get.  “We were not prepared. The Friend’s of Rose Neela had made a bit of traction, writing wrongs for those such as Rose Neela herself, but the work was hard , tedious. It resulted in justice for victims but with such minor impact that some within the organization including your father and I became restless. It was like trying to push back the tide with a bucket.  The rumors have some basis in truth and are purposely vague to save embarrassment both to the dead and unfortunately it Elisif herself.” Parul grew quiet, glancing at Neesia as if asking for patience without a single word.

“Elisif’s parents were kidnapped. They fell into our hands and a plan was formulated, one some argued against, but with so much to lose, and so much to gain, the risk was considered a worthy one.  They were ransomed to Elisif Brenden for Nharkava. They were to leave our lands and return to Glacia. Every assigned Blood was to be thrust from our Courts and our Queens returned. As you can see that would be important to some, to all of us. They were certain that Elisif would bargain, only she didn't. None could begin to understand her depth in madness. She brought with her the Triangle. What the rumors don't tell you is that she encouraged her mother and father to martyr themselves. Then, she had her Triangle slaughter the Friends and whole of the Territory Court.”

Parul scrubbed a hand over his face, he seemed to age in the conversation alone. The guilt he felt he heard news of Ayush’s passing lingered with him still. He was not the only one he mourned for. “There was no time to prepare. They swept in as Glacia does with the sole purpose of making an example of us, and how quickly they could take away what little they granted . The insanity of this Dark Religion has taken root and it is only a matter of time before it spreads.“  Again he glanced toward Neesia, his light jeweled Queen before meeting Chand’s gaze resolutely once more. “I was to arrive at the court that day, but Ayush sent word for me to travel instead to Sikkim. He insisted I was to relay a missive to one of our contacts there. I did not know why he detoured me so, but I suppose in a way I should be grateful. Your father spoke of your family often. He had great fear for your sister and pride for you. I hope that you can forgive a brave man for a foolish plan, but one stitched together by a desperate need for independence. I was told that he aided in evacuating a few souls, refusing to leave any to suffer alone, before the Ebon Grey swept through. That's why I am able to tell you what I am.”

Ayush stood, moving around his desk to lean on the surface a moment. “The letter my daughter delivered despite by protests,“ he smirked softly at her. “ contained a note from your father, we all wrote them just in case any of us perished. I suppose Neesia has told you of her plans?”

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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #54 on: May 11, 18, 11:31:41 PM »
Chand held his anger and listened to what Parul told him. His father had kept his association with the Friends of Rose Neela a secret (at least from him), but Chand recognized now that there were signs. Times when his father shunned the presence of his family or seemed more on edge than usual. Chand had attributed to those stresses to issues with the family’s land and the lack of Queens in Nharkava to feed the soil. While those things could have contributed, Ayush’s irritations and upsets were always deeper than that. Seeing things in this new light, Chand started to understand a little bit of the desperation that gripped these men. Enough losses and any chance to win, no matter how ill-advised, was better than tasting failure once more.

Chand hated what it pushed them to do, but he was beginning to understand it all the same.

Parul went on to explain the events that lead to his father’s death. On one hand, it should have worked. Most people valued their parents enough that they would at least compromise or make concessions to see them safe, even if they betrayed the people around them later. In a perfect world, Elisif Brenden would have called off her Ebon Gray dogs and listened to the will of the people she claimed to rule.

But Glacians were aptly named. Legends said that they were literally carved from the ice of the north and that frozen water took the place of blood in their veins.

She ordered the deaths of her parents just to keep hold of a land that isn’t hers. If this does prove that the Glacians are a plague on the face of Kaeleer, I am not sure what can.” Chand said, reaching out to take Neesia’s hand.

You’re right. This Dark Religion is insanity. Neesia would be collared and enslaved beneath it, as would my own mother! Most of my friends as well!” Chand said, rising from his chair in a single motion. The room chilled, but his anger was no longer focused upon Parul. Neesia would sense the pain and turmoil in her male as he contemplated the idea of his mother, his Queen, or his friends being controlled by the pale-faced northerners. He paced back and forth like a wild tiger, only realizing that he was doing so when he could see his own breath in the room.They had no respect for lands and cultures not their own.

I apologize for my brusque tone, Lord Parul. You were my father’s friend and I know that he would have laid down his life to ensure that you, or any other man, went home to his family. He was the kind of man to help others at his own expense and never consider repayment of any kind. Neesia came to pay her respects to my father. That is how we met.” Chand said, looking back to the pair of them.

Neesia has told me some of what she plans to do, but if there is more that I should know, I would hear it.” Chand said, looking to her father. He knew that Nessia wouldn't like it. Still, wanted to learn about his Queen through the people around her, even the things she did not want him to know. Especially if he planned to stay by her side.

I will be with her from now on, Lord Parul. She said that you are planning to take her sister and move on, leaving her here. Is that so? Is there no way that you both might stay here and help Neesia organize her court?” Chand asked.

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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #55 on: May 23, 18, 05:54:15 PM »
While Neesia hated the upset each new revelation stirred within Chand, it had been the first time she believed he was reaching some manner of understanding.  Things had to change in Nharkava, and it would not happen with its Queen’s hiding in the shadows. Every Jewel, no matter its depth in the darkness was crucial to this war. Was that what it was? A war? Her father had always been so certain that it was. Ayush was a casualty in it. For the longest time he kept his son and daughter in the dark to protect them from the harshness of the world. If he could carry the burden of battle on his shoulders he would.

Neesia saw exactly what had brought the two older men together and what struggle united them.  Chand reached for her hand and she grasped it  warmly, letting the weight of her arm bare down on it so that he would know she was there with him, grounding, supporting.  Her bonded was just beginning to understand what she had learned as a child, and it was no easy lesson.  She wasn't sure how much help Parul was to him, or the answers he supplied.  Maybe Chand expected more or even less from his father. For some time now his death had felt so senseless.

“She did.” Parul confirmed Elisif was a blight on Nharkava. “She is a plague and her religion spreads like one. You can see now why your father made these choice. Why we all did.”

“Chand...” Neesia looked to him, turning her head, hair spilling over her shoulder as he began to pace back.  His loss was a wound that wouldn't heal and a part of her felt it now had only been further aggravated. The air cooled, icy fingers prickled against her skin. The Queen rose from her chair and moved to break the path which he paced. Parul simply watched as Neesia searched for Chand’s dark eyes, even if it meant craning her neck back. Her worry wasn't on whether or not Chand would reach the killing edge, she knew he would never hurt her, and yet it took someone truly brave, or even merely a Queen to stand in front of a storm and will it to calm.  Reaching a hand up she touched his chest, giving him a soft, but saddened smile. It was a reminder that she at least was there, uncontrolled, and safe.

“Please, don't apologize. You were owed an explanation a long time ago. “ Parul waved a hand clearly unwilling to take the gesture. His own guilt would not allow it.

Neesia tilted her head at the question and glanced back at her father slowly. The man paused and then smirked, chuckling slightly under his breath. He had seen that expression on her face before. “For one she doesn't like to be spoken about as though she isn't in the room.”  Neesia warned, tilting her head at Chand. “I'm more than willing to answer any questions you may have.”  she added almost sweetly.

“She has a temper.”  Parul interjected. Neesia sighed, turning to make her way back to her seat. “Watch out for that, It's a terrible thing, quite biting at times. I would learn to avoid it. As for plans, well those are hers. I did not orchestrate, but helped to foster some of them.”  He added, settling down on the edge of his desk.

“I plan to come out of hiding, slowly at first, establish my name as a village Queen. Then using my father’s contacts I hope to locate some of the Friend’s of Rose Neela, perhaps some of the other groups, maybe even the rebellion itself Landen have little incentive to help us when Glacia gives them so many rights, but even Landen do not like to be held under the thumb or foreigners.  I look build and to lead.”  It wasn't the most detailed plan but...”revolutions have to start somewhere.”

“We decided it was best that I take my youngest and build a more normal life for her.”  Parul looked to Neesia, cearly he did not wish to leave any of his daughters behind. It pained him to do so, but Neesia needed room to grow. “I will aide where I can, but it has not been long since the Friend’s were shattered, Ive had enough loss for now.”  Neesia folded her hands before her and nodded. “Its not safe for him to linger here, not yet. Its better to give him some distance. As far as the Court is aware he has retired to spend time with his only daughter.”  It might dawn on Chand that his Queen had been kept in secret for so long that she might never have been officially claimed.

“I trust that you will protect her with your life. It is that assurance that I cling to.  Ill be back however, from time to time and of course we will write until we are reunited.”  Parul’s lips curled into a semblance of a smile. 

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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #56 on: Jun 02, 18, 01:17:25 AM »
Neesia brought up the idea of working with the Friends of Rose Neela and, once more, Chand’s mind instinctively railed against that very idea. The Friends of Rose Neela had been broken and destroyed at the hands of Elisif and her Ebon Grays. It seemed foolish to attempt bringing them together once more. Any of them who’d survived would likely be unwilling to help anyone else who wanted to cross the Glacians. But what if he was wrong? What if this failure had only whetted their appetite for destruction? That kind of motivation was a powerful thing.

Once you reveal yourself, word will spread. The Glacians will either show up to take you on their own, or they’ll put some of the people here who’ve already bent the knee on the task of bringing you in. I’m telling you this right now, Neesia: anyone who attempts to take you from this place dies. No questions asked and no quarter given.” Chand said, looking down at her. If she doubted his commitment and desire to stand beside her, she had only to look in his eyes.

His gaze drifted to Parul. “You have my word on that, Lord Parul.” Chand said.

Chand sighed, looking at the floor. Neesia seemed intent upon this path. He might be able to talk her down from her more ill-advised ideas, but it would take some time before she trusted him to know how best to protect her. He needed to prove himself to her each day for a time, until she knew without fail that he would not risk her safety.

We would be better served finding other allies besides the Friends of Rose Neela to start. They’re likely in hiding right now and unwilling to stick out their necks. Brenden and her attack dogs will be hunting anyone else who might have helped with the plot in order to make an example.” Chand said, looking to Parul. Now that he’d said it aloud, Chand realized that it made Neesia’s father a threat to her safety. Anyone who betrayed the Friends and gave away names or information would do harm to the rest. Neesia’s father and sister now had to leave in order to keep Neesia safe. The thought of Neesia’s loss of family bothered him. He hoped that she would eventually lean on him when the pain grew too much.

I think you should spend the rest of the night with your family, Neesia. Once they are gone, you may not seem them again for a long time. Not if we’ll be working as hard as you say. But let me ask this:

Do you intend to remain in this home while we are here? If so, I want to start looking into how I can best defend it, and you.



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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #57 on: Jun 06, 18, 09:47:23 PM »
Neesia didn't doubt Chand’s conviction when it came to protecting her. It would be that same staunch certitude that she might later come to resent. If she had any insecurities when it came to her newly bonded, it had nothing to do with that.  When Chand said anyone who attempted to take her would die, she knew that anyone with that very thought would suffer the same fate. The idea sent a thrill up her spine, which was strange enough.

When she first formulated her plans by her father’s side he had advised her to keep them flexible. Neesia did not expect to find her bonded in such a serendipitous way. Now the straight line that she carved to guide her plans were diverted and she had to make space for two. Perhaps that was why her father insisted she leave space for the unexpected. Even now she could feel his eyes fall on her, as though waiting her for to finally have the epiphany.

“I am not going to announce it to the world. In order to gain any tiny level of trust with these groups we must provide a measure of faith.” That meant sticking as much of her neck out as she was willing, without getting collared.  Disapproval registered in their bond almost immediately any time Neesia made a mention of the Friends of Rose Neela, no doubt he still blamed them for the death of his father. No matter how much Parul expressed how much the group meant to Ayush, Chand would not be ready to hear it. Then again, their failure had been so spectacularly met at the end that she had to see some wisdom in his hestace.

“I will hold you to it Prince Nayar.” Parul said in response, his tone shifting from a welcoming patron to that of a father.

Nodding softly Neesia agreed. Her intent was to locate the other resistance groups, network and form alliances. She was only one Blood...well, now there were two, but Chand would come to realize that Neesia’s objective held more importance to her than her own life. Nharkava had to be free, and she wanted to realize it while she could still lead. Nothing would sway her from this path. She hoped one day he would come to admire that quality.  “We can start with the other factions if you wish. Things are quiet as you said, but in time they wont have a choice but to become active again. I know its going to take time. It wont change overnight, but nothing will if I simply hide.”There was no more of that. Offering him a light smile she allowed her eyes to sweep over his face, and the thin blades of hair that occasionally fell over his temples when he looked down on to the floor.

Chand was so serious, they would have to work on that. Though even then he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

Parul watched the warlord Prince, his eyes were clear, unaged while the rest of him had ripened with time. It didn't take long for him to realize that the younger man had come to the same conclusion they all did. For now, the family had to be seperated in order to keep Neesia and themselves safe.

“This home is unregistered. As far as the Court was concerned I own two estates, one in Sikkim and Jharkand and a handful of  properties throughout Sikkim. I will he going south, Neesia insists on keeping the house in Jharkand that was our primary residence and it is at your disposal if you ever need it. This house belonged to Neesia’s maternal grandmother. The village has watched her grow.  It is now your home.” He said reassuringly.

“They also guard me. My court is, well sad, but I'm hoping to build on it.” In other words she had a full court to build minus a Master of the Guard and a court Healer. Neesia had counted the weeks since the decision was made for Parul to leave. The house was large, but without her father or Tanian here to fill the space, she dreaded how hollow it would feel. Having Chand in her life was a comfort, but also an unknown element she hadnt fully prepared for. It would just be them, and a handful of staff for some time.  Absence of Tanian’s laughter she didn't know how long the days would drag.

Recognizing that her mood shifted quickly she veiled the somber thoughts with a gentle smile that barely graced her cheeks. Tonight was a night of laughter and goodbyes. There would be nights where she would miss them terribly and need to seek comfort in the arms of the only man who could. If only Chand had been able to share a pleasant night with his own family, but on the nights he missed them, she would be there.  “This is your home now. Please join us. Make the changes you wish. I just ask you don't touch my trellis or the vines that grow outside my windows. Deta will be at your disposal. I want you to feel as though this is your home too.” she said lifting her eyes back up to him with a sheepish smile. “None of this will be easy, nothing worth it ever is.” Maybe one day they would each come to realize how true those words were.


 

 

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