HIS POV
"Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse,"
Upon hearing my words she froze in shock. She was looking deep into my eyes with her wide doe-like eyes, unaware of the fact that she looked so loveable at this moment.
"You.... here?" she asked barely above a whisper with nervousness.
"Why? Were you planning to hide from me all your life" I questioned directly in my hoarse voice.
She looked down nervously trying to process something. She looked beautiful. Her captivating eyes, rosy cheeks and those pouty cherry lips looked mesmerising. She was gracing her beauty wearing that nosering and her clanky bangles. A slow wind blew causing her hair strands to fly across her face.
I brought my fingers close to her face and lightly touched her cheeks while pushing the hair strands behind her ears. Suddenly a thunder roared. She shivered a little and closed her eyes while clutching my kurta sleeves tightly.
I loved her reaction to my touch. Unknowingly a soft smile appeared on my face looking at her after 11 months.
She looked up at me loosening her hold on my kurta sleeves, bit her lower lip a little while flickering her gaze and said in her soft and soothing voice.
"Apko jaana chahiye yahan se."
(You should leave from here)
"What?" I asked confused.
She again bit her lower lip and nodded cutely.
"And why would I?" I asked.
"Because someone might come soon and you'll get caught," she said.
"Caught for what?" I asked
"For trespassing, that too in the middle of the night," she said.
I registered her words while looking at her. I bent a little low reaching close to her ears and said barely above a whisper.
"Darling I'm a guest here. I'm not leaving anytime soon,"
She shivered a little, upon hearing me and blinked nervously. Seeing her reaction I could not restrain myself and placed a soft kiss on her ear.
She froze a little and looked at me shocked.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"My parents are in there," I said signalling to the hallway leading to the rooms.
She looked confused and shook her head.
"No. They are Daksh Pratap Rathore's parents," she said.
"And as I said, it's me," I said further explaining it to her. She still seemed confused.
"What? No, it can't be. He is a businessman from the city, he comes from a royal family." she said trying to sound confident.
"Again, Me," I said trying to clear her confusion, and she seemed recalling something.
"But you were....." she said knitting her brows.
"I what-"
I got cut off by a booming voice from the verandah and we both angled towards the voice.
"Who's there?" he asked.
We looked at each other and unexpectedly she pushed me and ran towards the hallway. I immediately hid behind the pillar to not get caught by the people here in this attire.
"Radhika Didi aap yahan" he asked.
(Radhika sis you here?)
"Hum dekhne aaye the mehmano ko kisi cheez ki zarurat to nahi is mausam me," she said.
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DAKSHIKA
Romance"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed...
