A Suitor for the Princess - Chapter 67

        At the restaurant, they had an elaborate three course dinner followed by the most mouth-watering fruit custard dessert she had ever tasted. Both were too full for coffee again and left after 10.30 p.m. Martha was feeling slightly drowsy and found it hard to keep her head from nodding on to the doctor’s shoulder. The Doctor had entertained her wittily throughout their meal and she had been enchanted by the other side of his rather professional, stiff demeanor.

          “You may place your head on my shoulder Martha, I’ll not mind!” he said, as if guessing her thoughts. She pretended to be too drowsy and nodded off to the side of the closed window. When they reached home, she was fast asleep. The Doctor gently nudged her shoulder saying, “Martha, we’re home. May we go upstairs, unless you intend spending the night with me in this cramped car?” Martha bolted upright and got out in a jiffy.

            She was feeling her heart fluttering at his closeness. Was she nervous, she thought? Then she remembered the way he had been looking at her ever since he had returned home from his clinic. He had appeared besotted by her. Yes, that was why she was nervous about spending the night with him alone in his huge apartment. She avoided looking at him feeling that he would astutely read her thoughts. As they walked out of the elevator, she again had that uncanny sensation of eyes following her movements from behind the closed door of their neighbor’s apartment. Didn’t she have any other work to do? She wondered crossly.

            When she dressed for the night and again made a bee-line for the desk, the Doctor strictly warned her, “Don’t overdo it Martha. Remember why you are here?” Feeling like a chastened school-girl, she went in to her room and closed the door. She again checked the bolt, Just in case! She half-expected the Doctor to come knocking at her door. After midnight, she slept like a baby and got up only to see that the Doctor had already prepared breakfast. She felt very ashamed. She was taking the role of a patient too seriously. She should have been the one who made the breakfast, in fact, she owed it to him!

            “Good Morning Doctor,” she said. He looked from behind his newspaper and said cheerfully, “So you slept well last night! Good morning Martha. Have some French toast and coffee.” “Thanks Doctor, you are spoiling me!” “Martha, I’m angry with you!” As a look of alarm and panic flitted across her beautiful round face, he laughed and said, “You were supposed to call me Benny in private, remember? I’m angry as you’ve not been calling me Benny, but the more formal Doctor.”

             “Oh,” she laughed, secretly relieved. She had been expecting an admonition on waking up so late. As she daintily started eating a piece of toast, she could feel his eyes keenly watching her. He was looking at a tiny crumb that had found a cozy place just near her pink lips. If only he could kiss it off her lips! He was thinking. His heart was racing with excitement. She was looking so fresh and gorgeous, innocent and warm… How would it feel like to hold her tightly in his embrace? She averted her eyes and quietly kept eating, though she was feeling terribly self-conscious.

            She furtively glanced at the neckline of her gown. It didn’t give away anything except a slight hint of cleavage. As she looked up, she caught his dark gaze and immediately felt her cheeks coloring in embarrassment. Would she ever complete her novel with both of them so acutely aware of each other! She wondered. So this was what happened when a spinster was in close proximity to any male. She was sure that any other male's attention would have had the same effect on her. On second thoughts, would it?

         “Benny, I’m planning on writing throughout the day, today,” she said, a tad too brightly; to break the erotic spell that was engulfing both of them. He got her message bang on. “Hands off” she seemed to be saying even as his thoughts were straying into hitherto forbidden territory. With a very visible sigh he said, “I was hoping to take you out to the marina and spend the entire day with you. If you remember, today is Sunday. I’m free the whole day. I need a break from my dreary routine Martha. Please, will you accompany me for at least half the day? We’ll stroll around, do some shopping and have lunch on our way back. You can then rest awhile and continue writing.”

             Martha knew that it would be improper if she refused to comply with his wishes. She really couldn’t expect him to just waste his weekly off, sitting at home and watching her write! “O.K. Benny! Let’s do it. I’ll be ready in 10 minutes.” She cleared away the remnants of the breakfast from the coffee table and got ready. She wore a frilly blue and white frock with a wide-brimmed white, felt hat and carried a white sling bag. Her white strapped sandals completed the picture. She had left her dark, long hair loose. It hung about in a very fetching way around her shoulders and made her look like a 25 year old woman.

             He wore casual clothes, a navy-blue T-shirt and beige slacks with black sandals. He too wore a black Stetson hat. Both of them looked like a honeymooning couple as they joked and laughed, strolling hand-in-hand on the beach. They had held hands almost naturally, instinctively. His grasp was firm and warm and hers was soft and firm. He reveled in her touch. Contrary to her expectations, she didn’t feel aroused by his touch. It was almost brotherly! All the better, she thought. It wouldn’t complicate things for her.

              John was waiting just for her call in India. She suddenly felt very guilty. She had just forgotten to call him after she came to the Doctor’s apartment. She hadn’t even called up Norman. Belatedly, she realized that she had forgotten her cell-phone at the apartment and she didn’t want to use the Doctor’s cell-phone. She’d just have to wait till they reached the apartment in the afternoon and then call both of them up. Since it was no use agonizing over her negligence, she decided to enjoy herself till then.

To be continued....

The copyright of this novel is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.

A Suitor for the Princess - Chapter 66

            In Regina, at his wits’ end, the King again consulted Juan and his mother. She quietly said that she would get her future daughter-in-law to the palace. When she went to that inn with the soldiers, Myara had vanished! After searching the whole day, the soldiers hit upon an idea. They sent a message to the palace to bring her favorite mongrel named August. When he arrived at the inn, he started running in the direction of Regina then suddenly veered off track and started bounding towards the hill where the shrine was located. Heaving excitedly up the steps towards the cave where Myara had taken refuge from the angry eagles while going to rescue Juan from the shrine; he left the others following him far behind. The eagles who were hungrily hovering overhead, kept a safe distance due to his incessant barking.

             Once near the cave, he sniffed around the opening, picked up her scent and leapt into the cave and was delighted to spot his mistress, Myara lying down on the cold and damp floor, curled up to keep herself warm. He licked her tear-stained, soft cheeks till she opened her eyes and looked at him in amazement. As he barked excitedly, she caressed his head and body and gathered his eager brown body close to hers. “How did you find me, darling?” Then her eyes widened in realization. So someone from Regina was desperately looking out for her! Why?

            August shook himself off from her gentle grasp and bounded outside the cave, barking loudly. When the soldiers who had been busy warding off the birds with their pointed staffs and Juan’s mother spotted him they were relieved and he led them into the cave and waved his tail at his mistress.

           Juan’s mother asked the soldiers to wait outside the cave for a while. She knelt beside Myara and held her hand gently. “Myara, my dear, come back to Regina. The King and Juan are waiting for you.” “But I don’t understand, mother, why am I needed there right now?”Myara asked in a bewildered tone. “Myara, as you are aware, Sara, your best friend is no more. Only you know about the curse that the Master of the shrine gave Juan. Hence the King has decided that you must marry Juan and become the Queen of Regina.” Quickly she narrated the events that led to Sara’s suicide and the private conversation of the trio to Myara.

         With a pained look, Myara said, “But I had promised you that I’d have nothing to do with your son after his marriage, hence how can I break my promise?” Juan’s mother said firmly, “I had given you that oath and now I relieve you from it. Hence there is no harm in breaking your promise now. Come soon. We’ve no time to waste!” Myara looked wistfully at the tunnel. She had again lost a chance to investigate that puddle and solve its mystery. Now a greater mystery awaited her in Regina. How would Juan and she ever have a child? Would Regina remain without a successor forever?

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         The door bell rang incessantly, as Martha wrote feverishly. When the noise became too much for her, she got up from the desk, annoyance writ large on her face and stomped to the door. She opened it to see Dr. Hussey standing there. He looked tired after the long day at his clinic. She immediately felt sheepish and welcomed him with “I’m sorry, Doctor. I was very engrossed in writing my novel. Please do come in.” As she stepped aside, he noticed her gown and the way it clung sensuously to her curves. She sensed him watching her and quickly offered to make coffee for both of them.

          She glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece and was alarmed to see that it showed 8 p.m. as the time then. Dr. Hussey had asked her to be ready for going out for dinner at 7.30 p.m. and he was a stickler for punctuality. Though he had himself overshot his time-limit by half an hour, she didn’t have any excuse for not being ready on time! She watched the milk boil absentmindedly. What would happen to Regina if she went for dinner? She felt the absurdity of her thought but was also annoyed that her writing had been interrupted by the Doctor’s arrival. Then she guiltily remembered that it was his house and not the other way around!

           She started as the Doctor entered the kitchen swiftly and deftly closed the stove even as the milk threatened to spill over the brim of the vessel in which it was being boiled. “Martha, come out of it! Where are you dear? Pull yourself together. See the milk would’ve ended up making the place messy had I not come in the nick of time.”

            Vaguely, as his voice registered in her brain filled with thoughts of Regina, she said, “Oh, I’m sorry!”

           “Martha, leave this job to me. Please go and get ready. I’ll bring the coffee into the living-room and wait for you. Five minutes and no more!” he jovially ordered her, keeping his voice firm. She knew that he meant what he said. She hurried into her room, washed her face and hands, pulled on the same dress that she had traveled in, applied lip-gloss, brushed her beautiful hair, left it open and walked out into the living room. A gaping Dr. Hussey welcomed her and told her, “By God! That was fast. You look heavenly dear. Come, have some coffee. Tell me, how was your day? Did you eat anything at all?”

            Lightheartedly she said, “Thanks Doctor, I’ve had a lovely day. I had lunch, rested for a while and then wrote till ten minutes ago, when you returned….” As he noted a slight wistfulness in her tone, he joked, “…and disturbed your thoughts!” She brushed his self-deprecatory remark by saying, “It was just as well, Doctor, other wise I would’ve ended up without dinner and got up in the middle of night, feeling ravenously hungry!” Both of them laughed loudly.

         It was 8.30 p.m. when they set out for the restaurant. Martha could feel their neighbor’s eyes following them from behind the peep-hole of her apartment. “Quite a nosy one there!” she remarked casually to him as he agreed. “Yes, it’s so sad that we can’t choose our neighbors, isn’t it? I would’ve loved to have you as my neighbor,” he said with a twinkle in his dark eyes. She found his ready wit endearing and even surprising. She hadn’t expected him to have a funny bone! 

To be continued.... 

The copyright of this novel is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.

A Suitor for the Princess - Chapter 65

                Hesitantly Juan said in a small voice, “Your Highness, I was rendered impotent for life, by my Master at that forbidden shrine when I was escaping from there with Myara.” The trio looked at him with astonishment, as if refusing to believe their ears.

                With a sharply drawn breath, the King expostulated, “If that was indeed the case, why didn’t you inform any one of us about it before the marriage? Didn’t you consider it a grave matter?”

               “Your Highness! I beg of you to listen to my explanation patiently. I was reluctant to marry your daughter after returning from that shrine for two reasons. One was that I was rendered impotent by the Master and the other was that I didn’t love her any more. But all of you were hell-bent on our union. The Queen and your self had experienced much anguish on account of my failure in accomplishing the task set out for the Princess’ suitor, my incarceration at that shrine and the Princess’ depression. My beloved mother had languished in starvation and isolation for a long time after my setting out for the task and must have been undoubtedly worrying about my safety and whereabouts.”

           “On my return, all of you were happy and relieved. The Princess too recovered and though fearful about my appearance initially, gradually accepted me as her future husband. I just couldn’t bear the thought of breaking everyone’s hearts all over again, by revealing the truth. But last night, I felt that it was my moral duty to apprise her about the truth. As you see, she took the news very badly and committed suicide.” 

             Suddenly, The Queen rushed to him and started shaking his shoulders violently, “Did you even tell her that you didn’t love her, Juan?” When he kept mum and lowered his eyes, she knew his answer. She collapsed on the floor in a heap and fainted. “So you did indeed take my daughter’s life! I should send you to the gallows for this dastardly act, but now nothing in the world will ever bring my darling daughter back. You have also suffered a lot in life. I can see the reason why you chose to keep silent about the truth. However, can you promise on your mother’s head that you didn’t desire Regina and her wealth, the prospect of becoming a King and becoming powerful and rich overnight?”

              He glanced at his mother who looked abashed and kept his hand on her head, solemnly promising, “I promise on my mother’s life that I have never desired the riches of Regina, power and prestige or becoming a King. Even the first time when I accepted your challenge at the congregation of suitors, I didn’t desire all this. I had fallen in love with the beautiful Princess whom I had always heard about, but never seen, even before that session was organized and announced by you. I had only wanted her and nothing else.”

              The King appeared slightly appeased and said, “Well then, we must find a way out of this impossible situation that Regina suddenly finds itself in. You must remarry at least for companionship and to save face. We don’t want the whole Kingdom to be speculating on your celibacy, do we? As you are the King, you can’t afford to lose face and respect in their eyes as well as the eyes of our neighboring kingdoms.”

             “Knowing your condition now, it wouldn’t be fair to expect any damsel to willingly accept being childless throughout her life, for no fault of hers! Besides, Regina desperately needs a good King which I’m sure you’ll undoubtedly be! I am getting old and infirm by the day, hence have abdicated the throne. I wonder who will be ready to marry you!” He looked despondent as he sat down heavily on a couch. Juan’s mother seized the golden opportunity to clearly say, “Your Highness! May I make a suggestion, if you promise not to be angry with me?”

               Wildly clutching at straws, he quickly replied, “Of course, go ahead by all means!”

               Even as Juan looked at her apprehensively, she told the King without looking at her son, “Myara will make an excellent life-partner for Juan! In fact, under the current circumstances only she can marry him as she will definitely know about his impotence. As Juan just revealed, the Master had cursed him as he and Myara were escaping from the shrine.”

               The King literally jumped up in joy. Then he looked doubtful as a sudden realization struck him. Why hadn’t she warned anyone in the palace, most of all, her best friend Sara, about the curse? The he consoled himself by offering a solution himself. Maybe she might have reasoned like Juan and wisely decided to keep mum. He even wondered whether Juan was in love with the brave Myara. Hmm, so that was why he had fallen out of love with Sara! But the King decided to let sleeping dogs lie, to save his Kingdom! He silently resolved to not question the beleaguered Juan about it. But Myara had a lot to answer! He would question her in private and make her take an oath to never reveal the truth to anyone till she died.

              Sara was buried with full state honors. The ivory inlaid, solid teak-wood casket, bearing the royal insignia was lowered into the earth in the garden behind the palace. The mourners solemnly watched the proceedings with heavy hearts. The King, Queen, Juan and the others were inconsolable. Only Myara was missing as she had already left Regina the previous night, traveled the whole night and reached the neighboring kingdom of Tiara, where she had put up at an inn.

              The next day, the King sent messengers to get Myara to the palace. When they returned without her, he ordered his soldiers to fan out everywhere in and around the Kingdom and find her at any cost. When they did locate her and informed her about her best friend Sara’s suicide, she appeared wan and heartbroken and flatly refused to return to Regina. She felt guilty thinking that she was indirectly the reason for her friend’s fatal decision in some way. 

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The copyright of this novel is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.

A Suitor for the Princess - Chapter 64

              They forced their attention on the proceedings as the King loudly said, “Now all of you may enjoy the feast in the pavilion outside.” Everyone gathered there made a bee-line towards the gilded throne on which Juan and Sara were ensconced to wish them a long and married happy life and give them beautiful gifts. Then they proceeded towards the pavilion where every conceivable food items were displayed tastefully in a buffet. The salad decorations were splendid and eye-catching. Peacocks and elephants were carved out of radish and pumpkins, exotic-looking flowers were made of strawberry, grapes, tomatoes and cucumbers.

              Then there were night-long celebrations at the palace, in the midst of which the new King and Queen of Regina slowly made their exit into their private chambers. Roses, lilies and jasmine invited them with their enticing and heavenly fragrance into their boudoir.

               Sara waited with bated breath on the canopied bed for her husband to make the first move. As he moved towards her, she closed her eyes and her soft pink lips parted for a sweet kiss, expectantly. When she didn’t feel his lips on hers, she opened her eyes and looked at him strangely. “What’s wrong with you Juan? Haven’t we waited for this divine moment all our lives? Why are you so reticent? I’ve noticed that you appeared very pensive and lost today.”

               Gently, she told him, “Please confide in me, Juan. I am your soul-mate. At least, I hope to be one.” A small sigh escaped her lips as he maintained a stony silence. When she couldn’t bear his brooding any longer, she started sobbing quietly.

              “Sara, I’m sorry, but you’ve married an impotent man!” with great difficulty he revealed the heart-rending truth to her. He was relieved after he got it off his heavy chest. He could breathe easier now! Seeing the shocked look on her beautiful face, he said, “Believe me, it is the truth. I was rendered impotent at the shrine by my Master as he was angry that I had dared to disobey him and attempted leaving the shrine with Myara.”

                Angrily, Sara retorted, “But couldn’t you have informed the King or me about this important information before the wedding, Juan? What will we tell everyone when in a few months; a successor to the throne is not born? Can we really live a platonic life, even if we tried really hard?” Juan had no answer. Then he tried. “Sara you were desperate to marry me and the King was hell-bent on our union. My mother was also hankering after our wedding. What choice did I really have?"

                Sara’s lips pursed into a thin line when she noted the full import of his statement. He had married her as an obligation and not out of true love! She was chilled to the bone. She went to sleep on a couch near the bed leaving Juan staring at the full moon that reflected Myara’s enchanting face.

                The next morning he saw that Sara lay on the couch with blood streaming in a rivulet from the side of her beautiful, bow-shaped lips. He looked urgently at her ring-finger. She had swallowed the huge diamond from her wedding ring and taken her precious life. He let out a loud wail. The tears wouldn’t stop even as everyone in the palace streamed in to look at what had prompted that wail. They stopped short in their tracks on seeing the newly-wedded Queen, dressed in all her bridal finery, lying prone on a couch, looking ethereal even in death. The newly anointed King was crying like a baby.

               The King and Queen looked accusingly at Juan’s bent head and then at the Minister. “So you ultimately proved that you are just a worthless scumbag!” the King thundered. “I want an immediate explanation, Juan. Why did our beloved daughter commit suicide?” Then as a suspicion reared its ugly head in his mind, he added, “I hope that you didn’t force my Sara to commit suicide. In that case you will be responsible for murdering her!”

                 Juan sorrowfully raised his head to look at the King. He could see that everyone there was crying their hearts out. What a dreadful end to such a beautiful occasion in Regina! they were surely wondering. Just what had egged the new Queen to take such a drastic step? She had looked so beautiful and so much in love with her husband the previous day! All of them waited with bated breaths to hear his reply.

                Juan was looking mutely at all of them. His throat was choked with emotion and his heart was as heavy as lead. Quietly he said, “Yes Your Highness, I’m responsible for your daughter’s death, though I swear that I didn’t kill her. However I can tell only you, the Queen and my mother about the reason that led to her taking her precious life. Oh, how I wish that she could’ve taken my worthless life instead!”

                 Without much ado, the congregation, including the Minister, left the boudoir and went away, leaving only the trio with Juan. “Come on lad, speak up now. My blood is boiling with rage now. Speak before I strangle you to death.” His eyes were streaming with tears, as were the Queen’s and his mother’s. The Queen especially was looking at him with vengeance flaming from her eyes. His mother was also very distraught as she could see that her grand dream of her son ruling Regina and living in lavish luxury was vanishing from her eyes. In fact, she feared the King’s wrath that would surely destroy her only son Juan’s; and her lives in one fatal stroke.

To be continued.... 

The copyright of this novel is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.