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The preparations for the journey to Rajkot Haveli felt almost theatrical, like we were trying to announce our arrival to the whole world. Trucks lined the drive, filled with boxes of sweets, jewelry, silks, fits and anything else that would make our presence felt in the town and to distribute it among the civilians.
I watched the cars lined up in front of me as I took a step toward the gate, where Ekaksh stood, his figure as unyielding as ever.
I wore the dark green saree his mother had given me to wear, its heavy border weighing down on me, a reminder of the cage I felt trapped in. Everyone else had left for Rajkot in the morning, but because Ekaksh fucking Rathore claimed he had "urgent" business, we were only setting out now, late in the afternoon.
I had wanted to go with Myra, but Dadi said
"How can you go when your husband is here? Come with him."
I don't understand this old woman's problem.
So here I was, walking toward him, my heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and defiance. As I neared, he stood there, still as a statue, his eyes locked on his phone. Was he actually waiting for me? The thought was absurdly ironic. His kind of "attention" was anything but comforting.
Then he looked up, and in that single, calculating glance, I felt myself unravel. His eyes skimmed over me, taking in every detail with that familiar cold detachment, like he could see through every guarded part of me. My steps faltered, i hate his gaze It makes me feel anxious, nervous and what not and now it feels i forget how to walk, my hands starting to tremble in the sudden silence between us.
Just as I reached him, my saree and my steps betrayed me, catching underfoot, and I stumbled forward, falling on him, my head hitting his chest and i wonder is it muscle or rock?
Before I could even brace myself, his hand shot out, gripping my waist, his touch sending a cold shock up my spine. His hand held me firmly, pulling me close.
"Already falling for me?" His voice cold was laced with mockery and arrogance that felt like a sharp blade against my pride.
With whatever composure I had left, I looked up at his eyes from his chest and said
"I'd rather fall on the ground than on you."
He raised a brow and said
"Sure" And with that, he released me, making me stumble with lack of support forcing me to quickly wrap my arm around his neck to stop myself from tumbling onto the ground in front of his guards.
