Lotus among the Roses

🤍 Unforgettable Eyes 🤍

As the man moved towards the sound of the whistle, he found himself face to face with his two companions, who stood waiting for him in the moonlit shadows. 

They were both dressed in the attire befitting nobility of the Rashtrakuta Empire, A  Dark blue kurpasaka on the first Guy, along with a matching dhoti and face-covering turban, a similar fashion, just in dark green was worn by the other guy, their garments adorned with intricate patterns and rich fabrics that spoke of their esteemed status.

The first of the two friends was a tall, imposing figure with broad shoulders and a commanding presence. His name was Aryan, a skilled warrior whose prowess on the battlefield was matched only by his unwavering loyalty to his comrades. His jet-black hair was swept back from his forehead, framing a chiseled jawline and piercing dark eyes that sparkled with a hint of mischief. 

He wore a dark leather armor, emblazoned with the sigil of his house, a sword, the intricate designs glinting in the moonlight as he stood with an air of quiet confidence.

Beside him stood his companion, Arjun, a man of slightly shorter stature but no less imposing in his own right. His hair was a dark chestnut brown, cropped close to his head in a style that spoke of practicality and efficiency. His features were sharp and angular, with a keen intelligence that shone through in his piercing gaze. 

Like Aryan, he too wore armor, though his was adorned with elaborate engravings, but that of a fierce tiger, that spoke of his family's rich heritage and proud lineage.

Yes! A Tiger! The same sigil of that present in Vyom's armour.

Together, the three people made an impressive sight, their camaraderie evident in the easy way they fell into step with one another.

As the moonlight cast its ethereal glow upon the scene, Vyom stepped forward, his form illuminated by its silvery rays. He was a vision of masculine perfection, his tall and imposing frame exuding an air of confidence and authority that commanded attention wherever he went. His jet-black hair was swept back from his forehead in a rakish style, tucked under the turban with two locks framing his face, its glossy locks catching the light and shimmering with a hint of midnight allure.

But it was his piercing gaze, that truly captivated the onlookers, his eyes a mesmerizing shade of brilliant gold,  that seemed to hold the secrets of the world within their depths. They sparkled with a fierce intelligence and an underlying hint of mischief, betraying the sharp wit and cunning intellect that lay behind his steely and arrogant exterior.

Vyom's features were striking and angular, his jawline sharp and defined, his cheekbones carved with the precision of a master sculptor. His skin was bronzed and sun-kissed, a testament to long hours spent beneath the open sky, his complexion flawless and unblemished save for a faint scattering of stubble along his jawline that only served to enhance his ruggedly handsome appearance.

But it was his aura of confidence and self-assurance that truly set him apart, his demeanor one of effortless arrogance tempered by the undeniable allure of his charm and charisma. He moved with a grace and poise that spoke of a lifetime spent honing his skills, his every gesture imbued with a quiet strength and unwavering determination that left no doubt as to his status as a man of power and influence.

And as he stood there in the moonlit shadows, his presence a force to be reckoned with, it was clear that Vyom was not just a man—he was a force of nature, a tempest waiting to be unleashed upon the world, leaving chaos and destruction in his wake. 

Vyom Looked at arjun with a glint in his eyes, then hummed as if acknowledging him. 

Arjun looked at him, and only shook his head. What else was he supposed to do with this stubborn and conceited brother of his?

Seeing this situatuin, Aryan decided to be the icebreaker. Aryan spoke up first, his voice laced with urgency. 

"Vyom, did you find it? What took you so long? Were those attackers aware of your identity?"

Vyom's gaze flickered briefly over his words, before he responded, his tone cool and composed despite the tension in the air. "Patience, my friend ," he replied smoothly, his words measured. "I may not have found what I sought, but rest assured, I am unharmed, and my identity remains shrouded in mystery."

Arjun's brow furrowed as he exchanged a glance with Aryan, his concern evident. "But Vyom, if they were indeed after you, we cannot afford to underestimate the danger," he pointed out, his voice tinged with worry. "We must tread carefully." 

Vyom's lips curved into a confident smile as he reassured his elder brother of his, with a dismissive wave of his hand. " Don't worry brother," he declared, his tone brimming with assurance. "Whatever challenges lie ahead, I am more than capable of facing them. Now, let us focus on the task at hand."

Aryan and Arjun looked at each other, exasperation evident in their eyes. 

Arjun, being Vyom's elder brother, asked with folded hand, " You couldn't find it, yet almost got caught, what were you doing huh?"

When Vyom heard those words, he turned to face them with a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Well, my dear brother, " he began, his voice tinged with a hint of arrogance, "I may not have found exactly what I was looking for, but I did stumble upon something rather, well ..... intriguing."

With a dramatic flourish, Vyom reached into the folds of his kurpasaka, and retrieved a small, intricately carved seal, holding it up for his friends to see. His eyes sparkling with excitement as he tossed the seal towards Arjun with a flourish. "A clue, perhaps, to the mystery that has eluded me thus far." 

His words were laced with confidence, his demeanor exuding an aura of self-assurance that was impossible to ignore. Vyom had always possessed a magnetic charm that drew others to him, and in this moment, as he stood before them, with the smirk on his lips, he seemed more captivating than ever.

Arjun rolled his eyes at his brother's overconfidence, and said tauntingly,  " So much arrogance for someone who almost got killed by a few house guards, I thought you were supposed to be the master of stealth, not a target practice ! But well, what can I say? "

Vyom rolled his eyes, " Very funny, Bhaiya. Remind me to laugh later."

But, would Arjun stop at this? No! Never!

Arjun continued, as he recounted his narrow escape from the guards, Vyom's smile faltered slightly, replaced by a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. 

He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, as Aryan and Arjun looked at him suspiciously.

"Where did you go to hide, Vyom?" Arjun asked, his tone tinged with suspicion. 

Vyom hesitated for a moment, his mind involuntarily drifting back to the piercing gaze of those deep, soulful eyes he had encountered earlier. He shook his head, banishing the memory, and forced a casual smile. 

"Oh, you know me," Vyom replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just found a quiet spot in the woods to lay low for a while." 

His words were carefully chosen, but his mind was still consumed by thoughts of Kumud, the mysterious girl he had encountered earlier. The intensity of her gaze had left an indelible impression on him, and he found himself longing to unravel the secrets hidden within those captivating eyes, those UNFORGETTABLE EYES.

Thank you for reading. 

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