Once upon a time, there flourished a vast empire at the foothills of himalyas. The majestic kingdom reigned across thousands of miles, covering almost the entire northern and central India. The empire was flourished and nurtured by a majestic king whose stories of valour and bravery spread across thousands of miles. Such was his grandiose that wherever he set foot, people would bow down to him.
Akin to his bravery, was his kind heartedness and generosity. Under his rule, the kingdom flourished. People would never face scarcity of food and water. They traded not in gold or silver, but in smiles and hugs.
The king's pride lied in his kingdom but his heart and soul lied in his queen. The queen was an epitome of beauty. The aura of her beauty spread across the kingdom. Some would call her angel directly from heaven. Men across the kingdom would kill each other to get a glimpse of her.
Her light green eyes mesmerized anyone who looked into them. The aura emanating from her seemed to even dull the glimmer of her golden gown. Her silver locks brushed the ground as she walked. Even the slightest touch of her soft hands seemed to rejuvinate the dead flowers. Her smile so radiant, seemd to hypnotize the onlooker. With beauty came the kindness. She would take care of poor kids and caress the animals. She would feed the destitutes and build old age homes. Some would call her paragon of benevolence.However, she loved nothing more then her apple orchards, with trees bearing crisp red apples. She would water them and sang songs for hours sitting under their shade. They were her children and she loved and cared them with all her heart.
Such was the intoxication of happiness, few would have predicted the clouds of gloom tht were about to dawn on the peaceful kingdom.
One fine day as the king was sitting on his throne, discussing matters with his ministers, a clairvoyant stopped by his castle. Famished by shortage of food and craving for a drop of water, she was taken in by the benevolent king. The royal food was served before her and the king himself fed her by his hands.
When she had her fill, she thanked the king and kissed his hands. Now that her hunger was satiated, the king requested to her to make a prediction for his beloved wife. She obliged by taking both his hands in hers. She then closed her eyes and started vacillating left and right, murmuring inaudible words. The ritual continued for about 10 minutes.
As she opened her eyes, an uneasyness spread through her face. She hesitated as her eyes glimmered with wetness. Seeing this, the king became restless and asked her what she saw. Hesitating, she let out the words that shook the earth beneath the king's feet....
"At the dusk of 20th sun from today, the queen of this kingdom will take her last breath!!!!"
Horror gripped the king as his eyes flew wide open and he staggered behind, letting go of the clairvoyant's hands. As his mouth fell open and his heartbeat soared, unable to take in what he had heard, the clairvoyant burst into tears.
However, as realisation dawned upon him, fierce anger took place of shock. He ordered his guards to proscribe her and asked her to never set foot in his kingdom again.
However, as the guards took her away, he knew that her prediction couldn't be ignored. At that point of time, he decided that he would spend all his time, waking or sleeping, with his beloved queen and give her all the love he could.
From that point of time, the king could always be found by his queen, in her apple orchards. Unaware of the truth, the queen was quite elated with this gesture. They would walk alone in the orchards, hand in hand, with the king telling her stories, making her laugh. They would harvest the apples together. The king would climb the trees, while she stood below holding the basket. He would feed her with his hands, while the queen sang for him. Sometimes her laugh would bring tears to his eyes. What wouldn't he give up to see this laugh throughout his life....
At night, he would stay by her side, holding her hand with one hand and stroking her long silver hair with other. He would kiss her on the forehead and look into her bright green eyes. He would narrate her stories while she lay with her head resting on his lap. He would stroke her cheeks as she giggled like a child.
However, soon her radiant smile faded as her health began to detriorate. The long silver hair fell, giving away the balding scalp. The brilliant white skin cracked. The bright green eyes bore a pale look. Even the efforts of best doctors of the kingdom were in vain. Soon her legs gave away, unable to bear the weight of her body and she had to be bedridden. The flesh dried away , showing nerves and bones under the pale skin.
The king was overwhelmed by grief. He would cry all night, alone, desolate, but no relief came to him. His eyes remained red and swollen for days as he lost interest in his court and kingdom. Not only the king, but the kingdom was also engulfed in grief. Everyone started praying for their queen. The people of different religions came together to pray for her. The doctors would try everything they could. Their knowledge exhaused, but the queen was not a tinge better.
As the 20th morning dawned, the king's heartbeat soared. He sat beside his queen, looking into her pale eyes. He had gathered a basket of apples which he kept by her side. The whole day he sang songs for her, Beautiful, melodious hopeful songs.
However, as the dusk drew nearer, he could not hold himself as he broke down to tears. He took his wife into his arms with her head resting on his lap. Hot tears trickled down his eyes. Boiling hot, then instantly freezing on the cold winter floor. He could feel two hot wet lines on his cheeks, his lips were presssed together, hot and wet, holding him from bursting.
He pressed his hand onto his wife's chest, feeling the feeble beats of her heart. He knew it would stop today, for its beats were numbered and his wife will slip into an eternel sombre.
The helpless queen could not do anything to console her husband. She was too overwhelmed by weakness and pain. As a drop of tear from thre king's eyes fell onto her cheek, the sun dropped behind the horizon, and all she could manage to say was:
"LONG LIVE THE KING"
With this, she took her last breath and left the world of mortals to join a world of happiness, devoid of grief and pain......
The king sat there, sobbing, holding the lifeless form of his wife in his hands, screaming for her to come back. His hand still pressed onto her chest, searching for even the slightest heartbeat but none he could find. For little did he know that,
DEATH IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF A NEVER ENDING SAGA!!!!!!!!!!!
Akin to his bravery, was his kind heartedness and generosity. Under his rule, the kingdom flourished. People would never face scarcity of food and water. They traded not in gold or silver, but in smiles and hugs.
The king's pride lied in his kingdom but his heart and soul lied in his queen. The queen was an epitome of beauty. The aura of her beauty spread across the kingdom. Some would call her angel directly from heaven. Men across the kingdom would kill each other to get a glimpse of her.
Her light green eyes mesmerized anyone who looked into them. The aura emanating from her seemed to even dull the glimmer of her golden gown. Her silver locks brushed the ground as she walked. Even the slightest touch of her soft hands seemed to rejuvinate the dead flowers. Her smile so radiant, seemd to hypnotize the onlooker. With beauty came the kindness. She would take care of poor kids and caress the animals. She would feed the destitutes and build old age homes. Some would call her paragon of benevolence.However, she loved nothing more then her apple orchards, with trees bearing crisp red apples. She would water them and sang songs for hours sitting under their shade. They were her children and she loved and cared them with all her heart.
Such was the intoxication of happiness, few would have predicted the clouds of gloom tht were about to dawn on the peaceful kingdom.
One fine day as the king was sitting on his throne, discussing matters with his ministers, a clairvoyant stopped by his castle. Famished by shortage of food and craving for a drop of water, she was taken in by the benevolent king. The royal food was served before her and the king himself fed her by his hands.
When she had her fill, she thanked the king and kissed his hands. Now that her hunger was satiated, the king requested to her to make a prediction for his beloved wife. She obliged by taking both his hands in hers. She then closed her eyes and started vacillating left and right, murmuring inaudible words. The ritual continued for about 10 minutes.
As she opened her eyes, an uneasyness spread through her face. She hesitated as her eyes glimmered with wetness. Seeing this, the king became restless and asked her what she saw. Hesitating, she let out the words that shook the earth beneath the king's feet....
"At the dusk of 20th sun from today, the queen of this kingdom will take her last breath!!!!"
Horror gripped the king as his eyes flew wide open and he staggered behind, letting go of the clairvoyant's hands. As his mouth fell open and his heartbeat soared, unable to take in what he had heard, the clairvoyant burst into tears.
However, as realisation dawned upon him, fierce anger took place of shock. He ordered his guards to proscribe her and asked her to never set foot in his kingdom again.
However, as the guards took her away, he knew that her prediction couldn't be ignored. At that point of time, he decided that he would spend all his time, waking or sleeping, with his beloved queen and give her all the love he could.
From that point of time, the king could always be found by his queen, in her apple orchards. Unaware of the truth, the queen was quite elated with this gesture. They would walk alone in the orchards, hand in hand, with the king telling her stories, making her laugh. They would harvest the apples together. The king would climb the trees, while she stood below holding the basket. He would feed her with his hands, while the queen sang for him. Sometimes her laugh would bring tears to his eyes. What wouldn't he give up to see this laugh throughout his life....
At night, he would stay by her side, holding her hand with one hand and stroking her long silver hair with other. He would kiss her on the forehead and look into her bright green eyes. He would narrate her stories while she lay with her head resting on his lap. He would stroke her cheeks as she giggled like a child.
However, soon her radiant smile faded as her health began to detriorate. The long silver hair fell, giving away the balding scalp. The brilliant white skin cracked. The bright green eyes bore a pale look. Even the efforts of best doctors of the kingdom were in vain. Soon her legs gave away, unable to bear the weight of her body and she had to be bedridden. The flesh dried away , showing nerves and bones under the pale skin.
The king was overwhelmed by grief. He would cry all night, alone, desolate, but no relief came to him. His eyes remained red and swollen for days as he lost interest in his court and kingdom. Not only the king, but the kingdom was also engulfed in grief. Everyone started praying for their queen. The people of different religions came together to pray for her. The doctors would try everything they could. Their knowledge exhaused, but the queen was not a tinge better.
As the 20th morning dawned, the king's heartbeat soared. He sat beside his queen, looking into her pale eyes. He had gathered a basket of apples which he kept by her side. The whole day he sang songs for her, Beautiful, melodious hopeful songs.
However, as the dusk drew nearer, he could not hold himself as he broke down to tears. He took his wife into his arms with her head resting on his lap. Hot tears trickled down his eyes. Boiling hot, then instantly freezing on the cold winter floor. He could feel two hot wet lines on his cheeks, his lips were presssed together, hot and wet, holding him from bursting.
He pressed his hand onto his wife's chest, feeling the feeble beats of her heart. He knew it would stop today, for its beats were numbered and his wife will slip into an eternel sombre.
The helpless queen could not do anything to console her husband. She was too overwhelmed by weakness and pain. As a drop of tear from thre king's eyes fell onto her cheek, the sun dropped behind the horizon, and all she could manage to say was:
"LONG LIVE THE KING"
With this, she took her last breath and left the world of mortals to join a world of happiness, devoid of grief and pain......
The king sat there, sobbing, holding the lifeless form of his wife in his hands, screaming for her to come back. His hand still pressed onto her chest, searching for even the slightest heartbeat but none he could find. For little did he know that,
DEATH IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF A NEVER ENDING SAGA!!!!!!!!!!!
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