Saundarya ~ The Epitome Of Sacrifice

Chap 31- Namkaran [Naming Ceremony]

So a little break from all the steaminess and romance..

RAJ.....agar tum mil jao, zamana chhod denge hum...

WELL THAT WAS CERTAINLY NOT MY FIRST TIME WRITING SUCH A SCENE BUT YET AND DEFINITELY I'M A BEGINNER IN THE FIELD OF WRITING, SO SPARE ME IF YOU FIND MISTAKES IN DESCRIPTIONS...

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Adiraj's POV,

I walked back, as slowly as I could back to Mayur mahal, I was certainly aroused and it was straining against my lower, hence I was taking a stroll back, as the cold wind blew, calming me down, I mentally made a note to take a cold bath as I reached my chambers.

I peered at the small figure of a woman, rubbing her bare arms in the cold, my brows conjoined and my hand fisted, it was her.

Why the hell was she here?

I inhaled deeply, I stood behind her.

"Why are you here?"

I asked her, nonchalant in my voice, not a care did I give on what she goes through. I knew she was a young girl who had certainly formed an infatuation for me, but I thought of breaking it now because hopeless hope shouldn't be appreciated. She would get hurt but that would certainly make her stronger for facing the future.

"I was....waiting for you..Kunwar.."

"WHY?"

My voice going a pitch higher, resonating through the open area, she shivered at my voice, as tears brimmed her eyes. It didn't affect me, not a bit.

"I.....I ... .My father....he asked us to...attend the Namkaran ceremony together, tomorrow ... ..and Here's your ring..."

"You could have sent somebody to convey the SUPER IMPORTANT message too....why pain your legs standing in the cold...ALso, I am attending but not with you...you and I are different individuals and I am not entertaining your puny infatuation for me...better keep it to yourself..."

She was almost on the verge of bursting out crying, she was trying to stifle her sobs, as her chin was quivering. I just rolled my eyes as I walked inwards, but stopped at her low voice.

"Kunwarsa....I am going to be your wife...why can't you just accept it?"

"NO....You are not going to be my wife...and for your information I love somebody else..hence keep your husband-wife terms to yourself...If you want to play this game of house-house play it with your sisters....This is not a fucking game and I am not playing with you..take my words seriously..alright.."

My main purpose was to hurt her enough so that she calls off the engagement herself. I didn't even turn around to look at her, and walked away. I heard someone falling to the ground on the floor. I just sighed, another villain in someone else's view. I had to kill many people, being a spy was not at all easy, killing countless people, betraying the trust of people and stabbing people behind their back was our speciality, but work was work and I took it diligently.

Sitting on the water, the only sound that ringed in my atmosphere was how messed up she looked while moaning senselessly, how she clutched my shoulder and how she took my name. I couldn't help but smile, and licked my lips, wondering what she must be doing at that moment.

But then all the work I had to do tomorrow shook me as I laid down on the bed. Her bosoms fitted perfectly in my hand, Fuck the feeling, the image itself was making me groan in frustration.

The sun was up, the rays peeking through the blinds, I woke up. The maids were in a full run. I noticed a heavily worked maroon kurta laid with jewellery and turban. I had to dress up again, gosh I hated this part.

Not only that, I looked surprised at the two children asleep in the crib, and a small note.

Your responsibility for today until the puja ends. Take care. - Bhabi sa

I groaned again. Taking care of two troublesome and extremely active kids was certainly not an easy job. But as I said, diligently I worked. Always.

Sitting in front of the holy fire with them on my lap, I saw her, she was clad in a royal blue pair of saree and was standing in the corner, braiding the hair of small children decorating their hair with small white flowers. She would be a good mother, the thought itself made my cheeks warm. As if sensing my gaze on her she looked up at me, locking eyes with me she looked away, biting her lower lip.

I was called upon by pandit ji. He asked me to name the girl child. I looked at her adoringly and then at my brother who was sitting in the havan.

"Aditi.."

It slipped out. It meant boundless, limitless and innocence. It was recorded. She will be called Aditi Dev Rajput from today. Bhabisa named the boy child as Adwait, Adwait Dev Rajput, the matchless. unequalled, unique and exclusive, also was crowned as Yuvraj, the future king of the Rajputana Kingdom. Our happiness knew no bounds.

Handing my responsibilities to Bhabi sa, I walked towards her, only to see Bhargavi walking towards me. I stood by my lotus, looking at her, she was under my scrutiny.

"I wanted to talk to you...Kunwarsa.."

I looked at my lotus. Her jaws were clenched a look of hurt and sadness in the depth of her irises, yet she smiled a little and said,

"I am leaving Kunwarsa..You both have a talk"

I saw her eye falling on her ring finger, where was present a gold ring, which was gifted to her from my side, I mean, my Brother's side. She just looked at me, but I held her wrist, pulling her back to her place. I saw Bhargavi glaring at her, but when her eyes fell on me, she looked down.

"Well ... .Talk whatever you want...in FRONT OF HER.."

"The dates for the engagement..."

"How many times do you need me to push it in your small brain of yours....I AM NOT GOING TO GET ENGAGED WITH YOU...Accept the fact and find yourself someone who can love and adore you, who will worship the floor you walk on,,,because I am not going to do that.."

Saying this, I pulled myself and my lotus away from her toxic aura. My eyes locked with Bhabi sa who had a teasing smile on her face. She wiggled her brows at me, I just shook my head, it was burning with rage, until I heard her hissing in pain at the tight grip.

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SHORT CHAPTER, Cuz Im too busy..but hey...comment

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