FF - The Sword of Destiny Chapter 2

FF - THE SWORD OF DESTINY

Chapter 2:

In Delhi,

Abhay was tending to Arnav’s wounds. He was looking at his face from time to time.

“Arnav, are you Okay?” asked Abhay in concerned tone..

“I’m not Okay ABhay.. Im not okayy..” Shouted Arnav in helplessness.

For the first time in his life, he was seeing Arnav in this state..

“Arnav.. Relax.. What Happened?” asked Abhay..

Arnav started narrating everything from the dream till the conference room incident…

Abhay stood there shocked. If it was someone, he would have laughed, but the person here the question is, Arnav Singh Raizada.. The man with words, who never lied to anyone.

“I can’t believe this…” Whispered Abhay..

“Do you think I’m lying?”

“NO.. Its just I can’t believe it happened”

“I myself don’t know Abhay.. I felt like pulling someone… I felt someone’s hand in mine, When I pulled it, I felt relief, a great relief of saving my life. I dont even feel the pain nor the glass shattering. I only realised it, when you came. It.. It’s all confusing me… It’s all confusing me” Arnav said trying to find his answers in his shout…

“Arnav please.. I think it’s all just because of your dream. You should take rest...OK you go home.. I will take care of everything” said Abhay trying to ease his tension…

In train,

Lavanya was immersed in her thoughts.

‘Why did I pulled Khushi with such force?. Why did I shout at her?. She was just about to get down from the train, not that she was committing a suicide. But why did I reacted that way… Is it just my thinking or I behave norma’ Lavanya thought.

She moved her eyes to see Khushi deeply engrossed in some book.

“I’m sorry Khushi”

Khushi looked up from her book and saw lavanya looking at her with cute pout..

“Don’t be silly. I understood you were afraid of missing the train. because I do know you badly wanted to reach home” giggled Khushi..

Lavanya smiled at her…

“What are you reading Khushi?”

“Terror by Night” said Khushi..

“Terror by Night?.

Khushi nodded at her..

“You can’t be serious Khushi.. I mean.. This was a very old story.. You already read many time, then again”

“I Know la.. but still I like this book. I just wanna read it”said Khushi shrugging her shoulder..

“You carry on.. Im gonna listen song” said Lavanya switching ON her ipod..

Khushi smiled at her and looked at the book.. but her concentration was not on this. Her entire concentration was on the incident that happened in lucknow railway station..

She dont know what made her to step down, but she felt a mixed kind of feeling like someone calling her to come and someone calling her to go back.. She don’t know. But she was sure about the voice she heard. Not only that, she also felt a sheer pain in her palm. It was burning like hell as if someone cut it down. She felt as though she had some connection there. But what?.. She couldn’t get that answer right now.

In Lucknow:

The man who was dropped on the floor, got up and walked towards the castle. He looked inside the castles in sheer anger.

“Your death is near. He will bury you in this same place” The man spat out looking at the palace.

Everyone who crossed him, looked at him as if he had gone mad.

“Dadaji… What are you doing here?” asked a man of 27 years..

Dadaji looked at the boy who was standing before. He looked at him for few minutes, then at the castle..

“Dadaji, Why are standing here in this castle?. You did warned me not to come here right?. Then Why are you?” asked the man.

“I said not to come here then, not now” said Dadaji..

“I didnt understand anything. But you come with me dadaji” said the man holding his dada’s hand.

He took him to their house. the minute they entered, the old man started searching for something in his room. He took out everything from the Almirah…

“dadaji.. What are you searching for?” asked the man..

But he didn't answer anything. He took out all the weapons. He kept on searching, after few minutes, he got what he was searching for, under all the weapons, a golden sword.

The old man took out the sword from the the box.. He outwears the sheath, only to reveal the sword with sharp blades, shining in the bright light. The way the sword was shining, explains about the person who used it. It screams about sheer power and determination.

“Dadaji… This Sword..” Stammered the man…

“This Sword… its belongs to THE KING, ARNAV SINGH RATHORE” The old man said in such a strong voice, that will make the evil run away hearing the name.

“Arnav Singh Rathore?”

“Yes, THE KING OF THIS DYNASTY…”

“But Dadaji…. Why are you having this?”

“Hold this” said the old man thrusting the sword in his hand..

“You have a huge responsibility…”The old man started saying something which was mute to everyone.

Each words of his, the young man’s hold on the sword become tightens, his nerve was visible in his hard grip. His eyes showing the determination that shone like that sword. His lips pursed in control of his anger....

“You are needed now… Go.. Get back to him… Get back to the saviour of this city.. Go” shouted the old man..

The young man touched his dada’s leg, taking his blessing. He took the sheath, put the sword in it and strode out..

After few minutes, he came out with a bag in his hand..

“I’m going to delhi dadaji” said the man..

“You should never back off at any cost”

“I will never,, Even if it cost my life” said the young man with determination.

The old man saw himself in his grandson’s posture and voice. He trust him. He was waiting for the day.. the day that will be the rise of NEW SUN.. THE SUN NAMED, Arnav Singh Rathore.

To be Continued.