Caged Princess and The King

8. Tending to his wounds

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It's been 15 days since that incident. Meera started ignoring Devansh as much as possible. She started getting up early and went to bed early to ignore Devansh who wakes up late and goes to bed late. She will wake up at 4:30, get ready, and stay in the kitchen till he goes to the office and sleeps before he comes back. It has become their routine for 15 days. Devansh is feeling weird. He was observing everything but could not confront Meera as he didn't have any answer if she asked why he cared.

Though Devansh apologized to Meera the next morning while dressing her wound, and also confessed he didn't mean to hurt her and it happened by mistake. Meera could understand him as her Kaka is someone who can turn the coolest person into a raging bull. Meera told him that the way he behaved was not forgivable, she did forgive him eventually. And she stayed away from him because she didn't want to get her hopes high about their marriage.

Devansh, who noticed everything wanted to confront her but again, what would he say if she asked why does he care? But deep down,  both of them knew he cared. It was something Meera was scared of. He cares for her, and she doesn't want his pity. She knew he felt guilty for pushing her and she didn't want him to come close to her out of guilt.

On the other hand, Devansh is trying to figure out his own feelings. In the past 15 days, he always woke up before her but stayed silent not wanting her to wake up even early, spoiling her sleep. He always made sure to cover her with a quilt before sleeping. He replaced his bitter guard juice with carrot juice as Meera didn't like it. He doesn't want to hurt her but her being Eshwar's niece and his past experiences are not letting him confess openly. Meera noticed everything but remained silent as she thought they both needed some time to accept the reality.

It's a Monday morning when Meera is on a call with her Kaki. She didn't see Devansh sitting on the bed, lost in his thoughts. She talked to her Kaki and went to take a bath, keeping the phone on the dressing table. She came out wearing a red dress wiping her wet hair with a towel. She jerked her hair making water droplets fall on Devansh who was deeply engrossed in his work. It gained his attention and he turned to look at his wife, her waist was in clear view as he was sitting on the bed and she standing near the mirror.

Meera is deep in thought to notice his reflection in the mirror but he is enjoying his wife's beauty through the mirror. Her milky waist is making his thoughts run wild. He tried to avert his eyes but his eyes were not ready to leave the beautiful sight in front of them. Devansh, who never glanced at women after that incident, started getting attracted to his wife. He could feel his heart beating erratically in its cage and goosebumps started to form on seeing her freshly bathed body.

The droplets of water shining on her flawless skin made him take in a sharp breath. He gulped when she bit her lower lip and his hands fisted on his thighs when she moved her hair to the front, leaving her wet, bareback on display to his eyes.

He started to notice every little detail of hers. Her smiles, her frowns, her laughter, her mischief with his brother, her flawless beauty, and her soft yet firm tone while ordering around in the palace, every little thing about her started to attract him and he, let her magnetic force take control over him. 

Devansh who never saw any woman with other intentions, could feel his heart race whenever his wife passed beside him, leaving her intoxicating fragrance behind. He could feel goosebumps on his skin, whenever their fingers brushed during their meals, it was all new for him, to feel for someone and to care deeply about their moods but it was happening, and he was letting it happen.

He averted his gaze from Meera's waist to her face, and a small, almost invisible smile formed on his lips as he noticed her pouting at her reflection. Meera was trying to open her new moisturizer but the lid seemed to be more grumpy than her husband.