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FILMINDIA
June, 1942
in the little village of Sher Garh near Mahoba.
Gradually, as the time passed and the first violence of her sorrow abated she began to take interest in life again. Her companions in the village were kind to her, and she made friends with many.
Of all the rising officers in the army of the Chandelas, there was none who showed more promise than Veer Sain.
And of all the maidens of the district, there was none so beautiful so popular, or so full of charm as Indira.
As she grew and her loveliness continued to increase, folks used to say that it was a pity a marriage could not be arranged between those two, so splendid a couple they would make.
And indeed Indira had looked upon Veer Sain and admired him greatly; and Veer Sain had looked upon Indira and thought that he had never seen such beauty. But Indira was in love with Dharam Singh.
Dharam Singh was handsome and courageous and a trifle arrogant, and very much in love with Indira. Indira on her part thought him marvellous. She was greatly given to hero-worship. It was in her blood; she was a Rajputni, and the little village of Sher Garh was famous for the mighty warriors it bred. So when war broke out afresh with the Bhatti Rajputs, she bade him farewell.
"Come back soon and with yet more honours, Beloved," she said.
Ah, let us be betrothed and
married as soon as I return, Indira. This will only be a little war, not a long campaign," said Dharam Singh, holding her close. "Why should we wait longer?"
"Why, indeed ?" said Indira; and so it was settled.
* * *
But the little war against Bhattis became rather a big war. It stretched on, and did not look like finishing in a hurry.
On a summer night when the war against the Bhattis was nearly two months old, she found herself sleepless; and went to her window and leaned out looking into the shadowy garden and thinking of Dharam Singh.
Suddenly, she was aware of a faint sound at the far end of the garden. She strained her eyes to see; and presently discerned a man's dark figure that crept stealthily nearer, halting at length beneath her window. Then a face was upturned to her and a beloved voice spoke her name.
"Indira!" said Dharam Singh. Indira waved a swift hand to
him in signal, and raced a tip-toe down the stairs. In the dim garden she felt herself gathered tightly in her lover's arms.
"But, beloved, how has this come about?" she asked presently. "I thought there could be no leave for any soldier until the fighting was over?"
He laughed. "There is not. If there were, why do you suppose I came to you thus by stealth. I could bear the seperation no longer, Indira; I was starving for the sight of your face. In a very little while I must go back. If my absence is discovered I am a ruined man."
"You deserted your post?" Indira
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