Veer-Ayaana

She sat in her garden in the palace she was raised in

Following the ebb and flow of her day without question

Without knowing or needing to know a single thing

Other than her obligations.

Her name is Ayaana and she lived in an ancient city

in a part of India that you only hear about in stories

told by the apsaras and nyphms in mystical forrests.

Ayaana wore a saffron coloured sari

surrounded by handmaids and guards lining the walls

She played with the rabbits in her garden

Chasing them here and there, cuddling with her delicate hands

Laughing and smiling with her only friends.

In her innocence and kind gaze, she failed to see

a tall young man at the edge of the garden watching her.

His skin glowed in the sun, beading sweat in the late spring heat

and his arms rippled and his chest lightly carved. Built in the shape

of a warrior.

Veer is a man of the Royal Gaurd wearing only

his dhoti of peacock blue-green and his armor of

bronze, bare chested standing tall. 

He is a specimen that only the Gods could create

and this was true yet he never knew it.

His mother Milani may have been a servant to Maharani Suroya

mother of Ayaana

but his father is the God of the Sun, Surya.

Veer is a demi-God.

Veer watched Ayaana every day, knowing she was more than 

these palace walls would or could ever allow her to be.

He watched her blossom, listened to her laugh

He admired her almond shaped eyes and the curve of

her hips as it peaked out from her blouse. Her eyes were

onyx black just like her hair making her tanned skin beam.

He stood at the doorway in the grand study where Ayaana learned

politics, language and etiquette. He chuckled silently as she teased her teachers

and smiled stiffly in pride as she progressed in her studies.

Veer loved Ayaana and knew it was somehow his karmic duty

to stay by her side always.