The Sun And The Moon

Threatened

The ceremony was short and pretty boring. Divyanshi spent her time eating with Krishnn and clicking pictures.

"Can I click your picture?" She asked Krishnn.

"I suggest you to not do that. You know what happens to people when they try to sneak in the Prem mandir at night." He explained.

She sighed, "Not gonna try to do that."

She clicked more pictures, mostly of Karn. No one noticed her doing that except Krishnn, of course and Jaydrath. He had his eyes set on her the moment he entered the palace. He knew that she was the girl from the future and was curious to know her deeply.

After the ceremony, Divyanshi was stuffed. She decided to walk around the palace. Not knowing that some other person might have the same idea, she bumped into someone while blindly walking.

"Ouch! My head!" She held her head as it ached.

"Does it hurt?" Karn asked, he looked sad when he realised that his armor hurt her.

"Obviously it does!" She said.

"Let me." He said and touched her head, she looked in his eyes while he set his hand on her forehead observing the injury. "There isn't any blood thankfully. The bruise has faded so it won't pain now."

"What are you-you doing at this hour?" Divyanshi asked out of the blue.

"I could ask you the same." He said.

They both stayed in silence looking at every possible direction but not each other. "I am sorry for what I did that day. I panicked and it was inappropriate according to this yug."

"No, it was good!" He said, "I mean it's ok. I don't blame you. I raised my voice too."

"We're square?" She confirmed.

"I guess." He softly spoke, "We can walk together. We should I guess."

"Yes, yes. You are right." Divyanshi agreed.

It was awkward for them to look at each other without those hundred questions popping up in their mind.

"Your yug, how do people talk? You seem to struggle a bit to translate a few words." He asked, they stopped at the corridor at a balcony.

"Bharat is now a smaller country comparative to this time. It has been invaded a lot so there are many languages. Most of them are ours but languages like English and Urdu are foreign, not ours." She explained.

"So, you people use English a lot, right?" He asked.

"Mostly but I like Hindi more. It has emotion. Hindi is a sanskari language to be honest. But it can be romantic." She said.

"How does a man greet a woman in your yug?" He asked.

She smirked, she thought that her smirk would distract him from the loud thumps of heartbeat, "Well, romantically he takes her hand and kisses it."

He slowly took her near his mouth and kissed it gently, "Like this?" He asked.

"Oh this is nothing!" She smirked.

"What is then? A kiss?" He asked. He brought his brought his lips near her's and waited.

"Don't keep me waiting." She said.

He smirked and kissed her passionately. She enjoyed the moment while holding on his neck as he grabbed her tight by the waist. They both were distracted by each other that they didn't notice someone looking at them.

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"He is Guru Dron." Duryodhan introduced Divyanshi to Dronacharya.

"Pranaam!" She greeted him, "You must be Ashwathama." She looked at a tall man who had a blue stone studded on his forehead.