"The people must know how to balance Sattwa, Rajas and Tamas inside them. Thus I want the Trigun to incarnate as my sisters."
The Guna of purity Sattwa, the Guna of passion Rajas and the Guna of darkness Tamas are the mode of all existence, these t...
Aryamani was walking through the corridor, she was completely delighted after seeing the archery of Biraj. Right now she was on her way to meet him only.
The corridor was crowded as the maids and servants kept passing by for serving the guests that had come to attend the Spring festival.
Suddenly she tripped after stepping on a maid's garment and was about to fall but before she could touch the ground, she felt two strong arms holding her.
Aryamani looked up and saw none other than Biraj.
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She gazed into his eyes and became breathless for a moment. Those orbs were unparalleled in beauty. She has never seen them up so close till now, those captivating eyes would mesmerize anyone.
She came out of her stance when he blinked. A red tint appeared on her face when Aryamani stood back on her feet.
"Are you alright ?" He asked.
"Y-yes." She said lowering her gaze.
"Good to know." Biraj smiled.
Aryamani looked at him and seeing the smile on his face she felt butterflies inside her. His smile and eyes suddenly were too mesmerizing for her.
"Beautiful." She muttered.
"What ?" He frowned.
"You." She whispered.
"Are you saying something ? Forgive me, I cannot comprehend." Biraj said bringing her to her senses.
"I...uh.... beautiful display of archery." Aryamani covered up.
"Oh. Thank you." Biraj said.
"You truly are son of Gandivdhari Arjun." Aryamani said.
"To be like him is one of my three goals in life." Biraj said.
"What are the other two ?" Aryamani asked.
"Second goal is to avenge the insult of my mother and Matulas from the those Kauravas." Biraj said with a voice of determination.
"And third ?" Aryamani asked.
Biraj looked at her and a blush appeared on his face. He cannot say it to her for now.
"I rather not say that yet." Biraj said.
"Why not ? Do you not trust me ?" She asked.
"It's not that Aryamani." Biraj said keeping a hand on her shoulder.
His touch was warm against her skin, it was respectful and made her feel the butterflies again, a red tint appeared on her face feeling it again.
"Let's pray that I get to tell you that one day." Biraj said with a smile.
Aryamani looked at his eyes again, they were so deep and carried something for her that she couldn't understand. Was it admiration ? Was it something else ? She couldn't tell, for no one has looked at her the way he did.
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It's in the eyes....always the eyes.....
Ek baar aakh mei dekha toh aisa feeling huya, wapas ek aur baar acche se dekhle pyaar hojayega !
