In The History Class
As the sun poured through the classroom windows, illuminating the dusty air, I settled into my seat, still reeling from the encounter with Arya and the ominous warning from my father.
Today, history class promised to be anything but dull. Our teacher, Mr. Kapoor, was known for his engaging storytelling, often weaving in humor and horror from ancient tales.
"Today, we'll discuss Rani Padmini," he announced, his eyes sparkling with excitement.😻😻✨. "A queen whose beauty was so legendary that it sparked wars and tragedies."
I leaned forward, intrigued.
Rani Padmini was a figure of both beauty and bravery, known for her tragic fate. As Mr. Kapoor narrated her story—her kingdom besieged by the ruthless Alauddin Khilji—my mind wandered to my own life.
"Imagine being so beautiful that men would fight over you," Mr. Kapoor continued. "But beauty can be a double-edged sword."
I couldn't help but think of Arya and how his presence stirred something deep within me—a mix of admiration and fear. Just like Padmini, I felt caught in a web of emotions that could lead to danger.
Suddenly, a loud crash interrupted my thoughts. A group of students had knocked over a stack of books, sending them flying across the room. Laughter erupted, breaking the tension.
"See?" Mr. Kapoor chuckled. "Even in history, chaos reigns!"
One student chimed in, "Maybe we should start a war over who gets to pick up those books!" The class erupted into laughter again, and I couldn't help but join in.
As Mr. Kapoor resumed his lesson after the laughter subsided, he took a moment and with a serious face he began to say "you see, history isn't just about dates and events; it's about people—real emotions and choices." He gestured dramatically as he spoke about Padmini's courage during her kingdom's siege.
"Imagine being faced with such peril," he said thoughtfully. "Would you fight for your honor or surrender to save your loved ones?"
His words hung in the air like an unspoken challenge, prompting us all to reflect on our own lives and choices.....
Later in the evening at the palace... everyone was busy doing their work so, I decided to have my dinner in my room. Delicious pitamo momos👌with French wine. As I don't have any report to submit I decided to rest after having such a puzzling day.
as I lay in bed, the story of Rani Padmini lingered in my mind. I drifted into sleep only to be jolted awake by vivid nightmares—visions of dark palaces and shadowy figures lurking in corners. I saw myself as Padmini, trapped in a grand hall with flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the walls.
In my dream, I heard whispers echoing around me: "You must choose between love and duty." My heart raced as I felt a cold breeze sweep through the room.
I woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. The haunting images faded but left an unsettling feeling behind. Was this just a dream or a warning?
Suddenly I remember Mr. Kapoor's words "Would you fight for your honor or surrender to save your loved ones?"
His words hung in the air like an unspoken challenge to me but why I am seeing these types of dreams?