Bound by Fate | [✓]

23. Spicy Food, Sweet Kiss

"Two weeks. Before you are mine and I'm yours, Darling. Congratulations."

"No. Atharva Roy. Two weeks before you give up and walk away. You may be Rich, Royal and Arrogant, but Evara Acharya never bends."

I won't let this happen.
I won't let this wedding happen.
And if I do, I'd make sure to make his world turns into hell.

"I don't want you to bend. I want to love you. And I will as I always have. And what was that? Rich, Royal and Arrogant? Yes. I am. I certainly am."

Atharva's fingers traced up to the dori (Band) that hold my blouse together. The erratic and burning touch of his fingers made me lean my back.

My body has been untouched for eight years. I have not touched a single man nor I have really ever felt my own touch against my skin...

All my skin remember is Atharva Roy.
All my body remember is Atharva Roy.
All my soul remember is Atharva Roy.

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And I hate it.
I hate how much his touches made me react.
I hate how much power he has over me even after eight years of being apart.

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I wonder if the fate is a real thing.
I wonder if what is written in the mythology is real.
I wonder if what they say about eternal love is real.

Because,
Radha and Krishna got parted in their life but Radha was Krishna's in every other life...

They were never together and yet their love is the epitome of pure, eternal love.

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Are Atharva and I really are Bound by Fate?
Is there really an invisible red string that attach us together?
Are we really meant to be with each other?

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"Watch your hands, Jiju." Abhi grudged and slapped on Atharva's hand on my back. "I certainly don't want to make a scene here."

"Pardon. I was just having a little talk with my wife." Atharva smirked as he pulled back his palms. I can feel Abhi's death stare remained on Atharva's face and also, I can feel Atharva's smirk growing up.

"I'm not your wife." I affirmed, wrapping my hand around Abhi's bicep when he gently pushed Atharva away from my body.

"Yet." Atharva said. "Two weeks, Darling. Two weeks and no one can separate us."

"What an arrogant bastard you are." Abhi's voice full of disgust.

"Abhi?! What is your language huh?!" Maa slapped Abhi's shoulder when she heard Abhi while passing by. "He is Damad of this house and not your childhood friend anymore."