Rajvardhan POV
The moment I realized that she was wearing red lehnga and my sight fell on her open long hairs, My anger cooled down. I made her lie on the bed and hovered over her. I was in no mood of stopping today. She was mine and I needed to make her mine now.
Cupping her left cheeks I pressed my lips against the corner of her red and plum lips and asked for her permission. Though I told her that I could and would touch her whenever I wanted to There was a huge difference in saying and actually doing that. I didn't want to hurt her by any means whether physically, mentally, or emotionally.
She was being very sensitive to my touch and it attracted and bounded me with her hell madly. Seeing her moaning and gasping with my touch ju
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AbhishreePOVOne after the other, The fearless and Bold man Killed all the dacoits but all my focus was fixed over the Prince's flowing blood. The tears weren't daring to stop as his lost consciousness made it worse for me to handle.I forwarded my shaking and shivering hand to touch his nerves on the neck and it confirmed that he was still alive. I inhaled a breath of relief but it suddenly turned into my worst nightmare when he coughed and spit blood in his unconsciousness.My heart raced as if it sensed something more horrible now. I touched his cheek and the visions of the dead bodies I saw, My brother's corpse and Fire burning my Palace blurred my thoughts. I was not ready to lose my life again.
RajvardhanPOV 'There is a very thin line between Hate and Love. The line we draw when we don't like someone's behaviour, nature, habits, talks or deeds. The line we create when the two personalities are different and can't understand each other or not mature enough to understand eachother'spoint of views. But, there is a thing beyond the beauty, thoughts, mindset, personality and this fake world. And It is soul, The soul that saint used to believe is immortal, pure and real. The soul which we hide behind our outer beauty, personality, insecurity and fake appraisals. The soul is the reality and it is love. We all have souls which are connected mystically to each other. That means we already love each other but that love also got hidden under the thick layers of this fake world, which we call Life, which we think is
AbhishreePOV The moment he disappeared from my sight running after his sister, made me realize what was happening between us. My hand instantly covered my Breast by keeping the Blouse in Place and I locked the strand of my wavy hairs behind the ear in the effect. He was saying sorry a moment ago because he thought that he hurt me when a tear slipped from my eyes. I didn't know what I felt when that tear slipped. But I could tell that I feel a jolt of currents and sensations when he touched me with those dark and serious emotions. My brain was not able to process anything at that moment. But I could tell that my state was like a person who has traveled to an unknown destination and now didn't knows where to go, Back to home or live the li
RajvardhanPOV My sight fell on the tears that Gulaab shed looking at me. I quickly got up leaving Abhi there and ran after her. My heart raced badly thinking she might try another attempt of suicide. Her depression was getting worse seeing Abhishree around me always. I didn't know how to make her understand that her hate was unnecessary and Abhi was not involved with her brother. But, her continuous thinking about Abhidev and Abhishree was killing me now. "Gulaab!" I called her but she was running away from me. I too was running after her when she entered her chamber and stopped suddenly. "I thought you would wish me firstly" She collapsed on the floor crying like a baby an
RajvardhanPOV "From the tongue, you are saying this. I will cut and feed you that, If you ever dare to take the name of Gulaab with your mouth"(JisJabaanseyebolrahehoussehikaatkeHalakmeghusadenge
Abhishree POVI was sitting close to him and Only I knew how my heartbeats were racing when I was tracing the fingers on his bare shoulder. It was like feathering a lion lightly with his consent but somehow the fear of twisting the tables exciting me. His body had much more weight and power than me and those tiny baby hairs on the skin were something looking beautiful under the lamp lights. The slight dark shade of his skin revealing how he burned himself in the heat of the sun and anger while practising the war techniques. His body was of a Pure fighter and the roughness of his skin was the evidence of his ruthlessness, arrogance and his wild anger. The warmth and comfort of his bulky body was something making me feel safe and beautiful now.The skin as the harshness and the face of anger was the one that he keeps for others but now staying with him made me realise that he had the soft corner too and he was possessive for his si
Rajvardhan POVHer angelic eyes were shedding tears when my sight fell on her. She was sitting on her Knees in almost torn clothes, barely covering her smooth body. Her right cheek had the cut as someone pierced her skin with a sharp knife. She was all covered in dirt, mud, and Red blood dripping from her body, and those long hairs were messed and the gaze was Down.I stood stunned looking at her, A sharp Trail of losing her ran through my spine and I almost shivered. I tried to take a step in front to help her but I felt my feet frozen. I tried to move but feeling bounded.Everything in front of me was slightly blurred and I was trying to concentrate better to see clearly.My inner conscience was screaming loudly to go to her but somehow my feet were frozen on earth in the same place. The extremely loud screams having her name in the repetitive mode were escaping my mouth
Abhishree POVThe smell of flowers, oil and holy environment soothed my nerves and I relaxed. I sat on the floor peacefully to meditate a little. My Masters told me that Actual prayers are served from inside and I gave in myself for it.I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on my breathing slowly, One, Two, Three... and after that, I lost the count and my mind travelled to the Prince. The way he made me felt shivers and slight tickling that didn't make me laugh but definitely blown my mind away from thinking anything properly, whenever his long and rough finger touch my skin. I feel sensations and sparks.Whenever his lips and hot breathes collided with my skin, I feel cold and frozen. I felt so small under him and somehow it made me feel comfortable in a scary way. Whenever he roughly entangle our finger, my heart races and I didn't know why his touch feels so different and breathtaking.I