India won the world cup (29 June) so let's celebrate with a new update ❤️
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Also this chapter has 2800+ words and ends with a question, so make sure you read till the end.
*** Yashoda ***
The next morning, I woke up earlier, made a visit to the temple and rushed to the general's chambers as soon as possible, so that I could talk to him before he could put on his uniform but to my disappointment he was already in his uniform.
"Oh," I said sadly the moment he opened the door.
"First of all good morning," the general corrected, "and secondly why the 'oh'" he imitated me,
"Usually at this time you wouldn't be in your uniform," I answered sadly, "So I thought perhaps we could talk."
"We still can," he said, opening the door wide, "I am yet to put on my badges and weapons."
"Really?" I exclaimed in joy.
"Mmm hmm," he nodded and walked towards his mirror while I followed him. He looked at the mirror, got lost in his own beauty for a couple of seconds before forcing himself to look down and take the weapons.
Each time he took a weapon, he respectfully touched it to his eyes before putting it in the respective positions. The big sword across his waist, smaller ones near his ankles and shoulders and so on.
The way he changed from self obsession to complete surrender and respect to his weapons in a fraction of seconds is cute!
This is why the soldiers said the King refers to him as cuttlefish!
My cute cuttlefish!
Oh wait....respect.....Yashu....he is your husband!
"Anything you wish to talk about?" he asked as he continued to get ready.
"How many weapons do you carry?" I asked.
"7," he replied nonchalantly.
"7?" I exclaimed, "That's scary."
"You should be assured not scared," he replied, "A soldier's weapons are there to protect good people, not hurt them."
I nodded and remained silent.
He is soo good with words...and I really need to stop admiring him for every little thing!
"I..." I started to talk, "I went to the temple today."
"Mmm hmm," he nodded.
"Prasad?" I said, offering him the laddoo.
"No," he shook his head without even looking at me, "I don't do all that."
"But you gave me prasad from Mahadev temple the other day?" I asked, confused.
"I was forced to be there for the King's security," he replied, "and the King asked me to give it to you."
"You don't even want the tilak?" I still tried.
"No," he replied.
"But the other day...."
"I had vibuthi on, yes," he interrupted, "but again, the King forced me to. On my own, I wouldn't even step inside a temple."
"Am I..." I hesitantly asked, "Am I allowed to know why?"
The general stopped or rather completed getting ready and looked at me, intentional or not, his gaze always intimidating me, except for when I wear a green saree.
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