HIS LOST PRINCESS- MANVEER FF

9. STRANGE FEELINGS

UDAY

I don't know what the hell has gotten into her, one second we were enjoying a meal, sure there was some banter, some words exchanged, but that's to be expected from us. I'm trying to talk to her, for once I actually just want to know what on Earth is going on in her head. Why is she mad now?

"Don't know, whenever I turn around you are there! All the freaking time! You never leave me alone! At what point will you understand Udayveer that I just don't care to be around you." She said angrily.

That caught me by surprise enough to loosen my grip for a millisecond- no one needs you to care princess. Not everything is about you.

I stalk around her, she was walking around pool with a purpose in mind: to leave.

I finally take hold of her arm. I should have seen it coming sooner., and if I had I could have avoided it. Instead of letting her just push. I let her push while I pulled.

Together we went flying into the deep blue pool.

Well, I'll be damned, she got me. She really got me. But the thing is, I still got her too.

I don't know what kind of splash we made. But it must have been spectacular. The sounds of the hotel were muffled and slightly mute underneath the lukewarm water. I had known I was going down, and had taken a grip of fresh air before hitting the surface. Manyata had obviously not. She was frantic pushing up against me., holding on to my collar and kicking her legs to hit the surface.it would have been comical, if not for her genuine worry. Her hair is loose and floating in the water around her head. I shake mine and grasp her hand and pull her up. For once, she isn't fighting my grasp. We break the surface together. I'm surprised she's still holding onto me, tired from the fight below the water. I think she for a second, must have forgotten that it was me holding her, because for a moment she rested her head on my chest as I swam towards the stairs of the pool. When she realized what she was doing she found some of her signature energy. In reserve and wasted no time in using that up. Snapping her head back she started.

"idiot, what the hell? I could have died. I don't even know swimming.

I seriously don't have time for this crap right now, what, did she really forget that it was her who took the initiative to push me in? she should have thought that out better. I don't mind getting bested on the occasion, so long as you get the worst out of it with me. And she did.

I frankly don't give a damn about what she is saying as I pull her out from the pool. Now that her feet are safe on a firm, she is roaring to go. Blah, blah, blah, blah is all I can hear as I brush back the wet hair in my face. We're hidden from a majority of other dinners in this private cabana, but that doesn't mean they can't hear the commotion. What part of that cant she figure out? I turn around and tell her to shut up, but there's this odd sensation in my throat as I look at her. The dress she is wearing is completely soaked through. In the process of gaining her attention, I had failed to see that Manyata had grown up. The fabric was hugging her little too close for comfort. Hearing the water splash brought back the well trained staff with heated towels for Manyata and myself. She's so busy screaming at me that she fails to notice people conjuring up near the cabana, and staff looking at her. What is wrong with her? Sure, get angry as you want at me- even though it may be unwarranted- but what about yourself, where is the self respect for yourself?

Seeing the setting shift around me I decide to do what I'm best at- whether she likes it or not. I reach out for her and pull her close, and turns her around. She must have been surprised to have me move her so suddenly because for once she doesn't say anything. One hand still on her waist, I grab a towel from the pool boy and wrap it around her, just as if she was a child. I have this odd sensation being so close to her while not saying anything. It's odd looking into her eyes and just seeing surprise and confusion.

It's odd feeling surprised and confused.

MANYATA

Around the secluded cabana people were nearing the edge of the foliage to catch a glimpse of the infamous prince and the girl with him...that is me, ofcourse. On the border of the foliage the manager and the hotel staff were attempting to get the patrons back to their seat and leave us alone, but it was a feeble attempt Word was out that the prince is with some girl, and not only that but were having a fight...but looking through the eyes of the few patrons, it didn't seem as such.

On the far side of the pool, Uday was holding me close, not exactly an embrace but on an arm's distance either. I was wrapped in a plush white towel, while his hands held it close at my waist. To them it seemed like the lovers spat was over, and a reconciliation in the works, mainly because they couldn't hear what Uday was murmuring to me as bent his towards my ear.

"Manyata enough, now you'll listen to me and follow my lead." He said quite irritated.

I think he felt me tense up and knew my eyes here narrowing, but didn't care. Slowly he leaned back and looked into my eyes intently. I had a look of defiance in my eyes. As if I would take on world to get even with him. His response was simple enough. Taking my hand he walked with purpose towards the hotel holding me close to him. He knew I wouldn't go quietly so he cut me off even before I could begin my tirade.

"No Manyata, whatever you are trying to say, thinking of saying or want to say, not now. Inside - when we get inside you can say whatever the hell you want, as loud as you want.

I wanted to yell at the arrogant son of a bitch, but knew he was right. Even I could hear the commotion and on lookers trying to peek over and catch a glimpse of us. As much as I wanted to put Udayveer in his place, I knew it would only be counterproductive, so I gave up fighting against him and followed him into the lobby as he held my hand. As my resistance withered aways, his grip became less tight, and more firm. Solid, unmoving, yet not overwhelming.

As we made our way to the elevators, dripping wet and a streak of water behind us, we could hear the commotion outside of the main doors. Cameras were flashing trying to get the glimpse of the prince with an unknown girl. Uday prevented the unkind lenses from seeing me. He lifted his left hand and tucked me to his side. His body shielding me from the paparazzi; it was being flush up against him; my head near his chest and if I would let go of my concentration, it would fall there perfectly, against his heart.

It's an odd feeling.