Chanakyan's love

Seven

Gowthami

Another night invasion...

When I heard the commotion and screams, I woke up and unlocked the window of my room. As always, the goons were fighting off some invaders. But my eyes instinctively searched for Chanakyan and I admired his fighting skills. However, when he ran off behind the culprit, I felt quite restless.

Thus I went downstairs and saw the men who trespassed were constrained with a rope. A while later, another one of Father's goons who went behind chasing a guy came back but Chanakya didn't return...

Not that I care about him, but he's protected us, so it's only natural to wish for his safe return.

Post a few minutes, I discerned him entering through the gate and I left after making sure he was fine.

The next day, I dressed up, had breakfast swiftly, and rushed outside to enter the car when I spotted Chanakya near our bull's dwelling, talking with a fellow goon.

I'm annoyed and perplexed by my own emotions. Why didn't I react yesterday? Why didn't I warn him to stay away from me?

Speculating about the same, I dejectedly seat myself inside the car. As the driver started the car, I averted my eyes to Chanakya who was already staring at me.

I'm so confused.

Throughout the time in college, I kept thinking about Chanakya and ended up not paying attention to the lectures. In the evening, when I reached my home again, Chanakya was nowhere in sight.

I don't know what I feel for him. I do like him, given that he's safeguarded us all these years but...for me to love him, he should change certain actions of his. He should become more gentler and less violent.

Once in my room, I change into a simple black half saree and descend to the kitchen. I allocated tea as every day and found that Chanakya was gone somewhere...

Momentarily, I settle in my room again and try to distract myself by focusing on my academic books. But I couldn't until I heard Chanakya's bike entering our house premises.

It was around 7.30 pm when he came back. I observed him through the window and saw him taking out his bloodied sword and walking to the back of our house.

Let me talk to him and come to a conclusion on what his motives are with me. If he's ready to change for me, I'll accept him but If he doesn't, then that's the end.

Making up my mind, I saunter to the backyard of our home. It was dark by now and the back kitchen door was locked. The hens were also locked in their home which is situated to the left side. It was only me and Chanakya now...

He was intently washing his sword off the blood and didn't acknowledge me even though he knew I was standing behind him.

Minutes later, he turns around and beholds me with a smug look on his face. "Why has the princess visited me?" He asks, spotting the sharp end of the sword at my exposed waist.

I sigh a breath before moving the sword away and stepping towards him. "What do you want Chanakya?" I ask directly, with my eyes stuck on his own.

"You, of course," he says without hesitation. "Why do you want me?" He tilts his head and frowns. "Because I love you," I laugh humourlessly at his confession before putting my thoughts into words.

"But I've never felt your love Chanakya," he regards me with furrowed eyebrows, dubiously.

"Show me...that you love me," as I say that, he suddenly smashes my body against his by wrapping his hand around my waist.

Before I can push him away, he buries his head in the crook of my neck and bites on my bare shoulder.

The pain I felt from his teeth imprint couldn't outrun the agony that impacted my heart. Is this supposed to assure me that he loves me?
It just made it obvious that he only desires my body.

And it is hurtful.

With all my strength, I push him away and plant a slap across his cheek. I step back and watch him bitterly whereas he looks totally shaken.

"You don't love me Chanakya. Get over your delusion. You just want to have my body and satisfy your bodily urges," I disclose with a sickening and painful look on my countenance.

"No...I want you to be my wife Gowthami. I love you!" I stare at him, irritated by his response. "Poya.."(Just go) I dismiss him and swirl around but he grips the dangling end of my saree and halts me.

"How do I show you that I love you?" He asks, his voice rough. Huh? He doesn't know how to showcase his love?

"I want you to be my wife Gowthami. Doesn't that make you understand my intention with you?" He says sincerely and I look over him my shoulder.

"No..." I shake my head negatively at him.

He lets go of my saree and backs off.

"I'll learn how to love and come back to you, Gowthami. You are mine," I blink at him. His words cause my heart to flutter and I look away, trying to not smile at the determination his voice held.

Right...he has grown up among goons and his life revolves mostly around blood and screams...

How can I expect him to behave as an ideal man in love and as romantically as I please when he's so out of touch with the concept of love? If he had seen some movies or befriended some normal and sane humans, he would have some idea about passionate love but he's always around these goons and fighting people.

It's impossible to expect him to know the factors that make a girl fall head over heels for a man.

"I'll show you my love soon," he says again and shifts in front of me.

With an ensuring nod to me, he walks away...

This man is insane...
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