Forbidden Lessons

Twinge of Green (Aradhya's POV )

I quickly surfaced to my real life. Trying not to let those feelings and warm affection make me feral over something that's not worthy of it. Tears already brimmed at my eyes threatening to slide down.

I quickly wiped them because I have already shed too many moisture for a man who doesn't deserve it. My grievances lay bare at the back of my mind, locked away the day I was not his tigress anymore.

I moved my attention back to the television and to my relief the screen has moved away from him and was now focusing on a box that the Prime Minister was unboxing precariously.

This snapped my whole attention towards the screen now playing the unfurling of ribbon placed atop the box. I was quite shocked that they are doing a minute thing as this on national television.

Stupid people and their weird shows of diplomatic friendships. This must be some costly artifact that the Prime Minister is going to gift to the Chief of the European union as a token of faithful loyalty towards the alliance.

God! The waste of money these people do. I could live off my whole life by selling this.

The Prime Minister slowly opened the box and out of it came a strange looking wine cup but full of uncomprehendable grandeur. It's exquisite structure making my eyes stuck to its gleaming body.

The wine cup was probably made from precious materials like jade or agate and was embellished with elaborate designs, including floral patterns and motifs that were popular during the Mughal era. The cup was adorned with delicate and ornate craftsmanship, showcasing the high level of skill and artistry.

The cup was definitely an Indian artifacts belonging to the medieval era when the Mughals had a reign in India known for its grandeur and intricate architecture. Well, not surprised by the fact that the Birtish government decided to gift a stolen artifact as a token of loyalty.

Ironic.

The crowd gathered there to celebrate the union burst into applause and affirmative messages as soon as the Prime Minister lifted the wine cup for the crowd to marvel upon its beauty. The cameras shifting from one place to other as if to cover whole expanse of the hall.

And then it stopped on him and it felt like as if my world stilled for a moment. I tried to grasp all I could get and imprint his features in my mind. His eyebrows flickering as his anticipation takes controls over his face.

The eyes that once looked at me with nothing but love.

The lips that loved me in the day light and ravished me in the moon light.

The stubble on his chin that he used to irritate me.

The sharp jawline that made me week in my knees and feel butterflies in my stomach. 

The messy black hair that he runs his hands through when stressed making me all gooey over him.

I tried to stop myself countless times from loving him. But it's not easy as it looks. It's harder than it is ought to be, because it's not easy giving up something you thought you never hard but still got. 

They say time is a thief but for me my mind was a thief who stole my capability to differ love from mindless entanglement.

The camera once again focused on the diplomatic object now placed on a long brown table with intricate carvings of flags of both the ministries supported by legs covered with floral embellishments.

The Prime Minister took ahold of the mic and addressed the crowd "The artisan, whose hands had molded countless treasures, took a block of pure jade, its surface smooth and cool to the touch. The cup took shape, its surface adorned with fine, intertwining vines and blossoms.  When the cup was finally finished, it was more than a mere vessel for wine; it was a piece of art, a symbol of Shah Jahan's reign, and a reflection of his taste for the finest things in life.  As Shah Jahan's reign continued, the cup became a cherished heirloom, passed down through generations. Each sip from this extraordinary vessel was a reminder of the artistry and elegance of a bygone era, a story etched in jade and gemstone, resonating with the echoes of history. And we certainly want to repeat the course of history by setting a good example of diplomatic relationship. This artifact would be the symbol of loyalty between us assuring our duty towards each other and binding us to a willfull commitment."