It hurt to stretch the healing wound, give it time and space it needs it will fade away, slowly but definitely.
Sometimes forgiveness is hard but forgetting it easier.
Nayantara's POV
I woke up with the sunlight dancing in my room. I rubbed my eyes to change my position but realized I was caged in two strong masculine arms.
I took me a second to realize who was it. Blush crept my neck heart beat accelerated. I turned slowly, not making any movement to wake him up.
His eyes were close, he was relaxed today. His hairs falling on his face. I brushed them away with my fingers.
Last night event replayed in my mind. I unknowingly smiled. It was bliss.
I tried to get out of his strong grip only to find in tightened around my waist.
" Still running away love.." he said, in hoarsely. I shivered at his deep voice. It sent vibrations to my skin.
I blinked nervously not getting any phrase to reply with. He rested his head in the crook of my neck.
Butterflies erupted in my stomach, heart stopped function and breath hitched.
" Hmmm?" He asked again. I just shook my head.
" Then?" He asked. I licked my lips thinking of a perfect frame of words.
" I- I.. It.."
What's wrong Nayantara.
He pulled me even closer. I gulped.
" It's morning." I finally said.
" It's too early to wake up." He said, not leaving me.
" I have to do prayers." I whispered.
" It can wait." He said.
" No, it can not." I said. He opened his eyes to look into mine.
" I want to sleep more." He said.
" Okay..." I whispered. Suddenly waves of love were overpowering my strength to say him anything. " But let me leave... please."
" No... I want to sleep like this." He said. I blinked, thinking about what should be done now.
His grip loosened. " Go.... I won't keep you against your will." And he turned.
I kept staring at his back.
Did I offended him already?
I sighed while looking at him going into slumber again.
I got up from the bed, got ready and went in the garden to gather flowers for my prayer.
When I came back, he wasn't on the bed. May be he left.
I started my prayer and as soon as I completed the god of strength and masculinity came out of my bathroom in just dhoti.
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The Destined Empress Of Magadh| Completed|
Historical FictionThe prospect of becoming an Empress seemed blissful, yet the reality proved to be more cursed than she could have imagined. Every day, Nayantara's whispered prayers reached the heavens: 'Would it not have been better had I embraced death's embrace...