𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 | 𝟏𝟖+

CHAPTER 11

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 - 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏.

As the 8th auspicious day of Navratri continued to unfold, the haveli bustled with activity in preparation for the Kanya Bhoj. Tara, adorned in a red saree, moved gracefully through the kitchen, alongside Kusum, Meera, and Manvi, preparing the bhog for Navaratri.

Outside, the courtyard was transformed into a vibrant celebration space, adorned with colorful decorations and fragrant flowers. Tables were set with an array of delectable dishes, ready to be served to the young girls who would soon arrive.

As the first rays of sunlight illuminated the courtyard, groups of giggling girls began to arrive, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Prithvi, dressed in his finest attire, joined Tara in welcoming each one with warmth and affection, guiding them to their seats and ensuring they felt at home in the grand surroundings of the haveli.

Today, every detail of the event was meticulously attended to by Prithvi, ensuring that the Kanya Bhoj would be a memorable and joyous occasion for all the little girls.

As the festivities commenced, the air was filled with laughter and music, the sound of bells mingling with the cheerful chatter of the young girls. But amidst the joyous atmosphere, Manik insisted on being treated just like the girls.

Tara lovingly indulged his request, making sure he received the same prasad and gifts as the other children, ensuring he felt included and cherished in the celebration.

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As the sun started to descend on the eighth day of Navratri, Tara, Prithvi, and Manik made their way to the temple. The evening air was cool, and the sky turned into shades of orange and pink, creating a serene ambiance.

Manik, cuddled in Prithvi's arms, looked around with wide-eyed wonder, his face brightened by the fading sunlight. With each step, they moved closer to the temple, guided by Prithvi's confident strides.

Upon reaching the temple, the evening prayers began. Tara and Prithvi sat together, while Manik rested comfortably as his head rested against his Baba's chest.

In the temple courtyard, the air was filled with the sounds of bells chiming and priests chanting, enveloping them in an atmosphere of tranquility and devotion. Tara closed her eyes, joining her prayers with those around her, feeling grateful for the blessings of Navratri.

After the prayers concluded, they walked to the nearby riverbank, where devotees performed the ritual of taking a dip in the holy waters.

Prithvi held Manik close, ensuring his safety as they stood by the river, feeling the cool breeze and the gentle ripples of the water against their feet.

As they journeyed back home, Tara felt a profound sense of peace and contentment.
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The 9th day passed in a blur, and now, on the 10th and final day of Navratri, Vijayadashami, Tara found herself in the midst of the puja hall. Women adorned in vibrant sarees applied vermilion to each other, their voices merging in the sacred chants.

Standing in the corner, Tara went unnoticed, her face veiled from the world. Suddenly, a hand gripped her, pulling her into the shadows. Startled, Tara's heart raced as she struggled against the unseen force.

Her mouth was covered, silencing her protests, but then she heard his husky voice. As the veil was lifted, Tara met Prithvi's intense gaze, his cheeks adorned with vermilion.

With each step closer, Prithvi closed the distance, pressing against her, their breaths mingling in the dim light. Tara closed her eyes as Prithvi's soft clean shaven cheek brushed against hers, leaving behind a trail of vermilion. His touch ignited a fierce longing within her.