Worship The Lord [✓]

3.

Mayank had that only memory of his lord. After that he heard that he had to go the mountains where humans were prohibited.

The Lord was betrothed to him. Mayank knew that. But he couldn't tell that to the villagers. It would either create conspiracies or people would make fun of him.

Although they did know that Mayank had infact met with the Lord. And that he was clearly infatuated with him.

Mayank's heart would often sour whenever he heard the village girls talking about his lord as if he was their property.

He is my lord, you swines.

He sighed looking above to the sky.

Well, he might not be my lord now.

It's been fifteen years since their first meet and Mayank had slowly started losing hope that the lord would ever willingly choose him over the beauties of their village.

It was an unfiltered truth that the Lord was to be married to a woman.

Although Mayank refused to believe that. The Goddess never said anything about a man or woman.

Mayank's dreams were occasionally filled with the robes of his lord, swirling around him like air, his lord in between, smiling and beckoning him towards him.

Mayank was a slave to his desires when it came down to the Lord. The dreams often lead to soiled pants of his as he'd wake up.

He'd see his Lord in that sparkling red and gold. Like he once imagined.

My bride.

Allegedly his bride was set to find himself a bride. The cruel fate of his.

It's not like he can do anything actually.

The Lord would have to choose, who he'd have to choose.

And Mayank would be standing there watching it all, like it wouldn't cut his heart into pieces watching the Lord, his lord, who he has waited for more than half of his life, finding someone else and settling.

That should be me.

But it wouldn't be me, would it?

No good thing ever arrived with my fortune.

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The Lord had arrived, in their kingdom. The golden halo that was created around him was impossible to not notice.

Mayank watched him coming from the entryway, his feet atleast a foot above the air, Mayank realised, he was not walking but floating his way to them.

The halo had protected his whole persona from the keen eyes of villagers, but as the fog disappeared a bit, the silhouette of his lean and tall body, came into view.

Then and only then, mayank noticed the veil mask on his face, the red see-through fabric with pearls attached to it, refrained anyone to see below his eyes.

And the eyes, oh God.

Now Mayank realises, how it was so easy to fall in love with those eyes.

The golden honey brown eyes, that almost looked like sunset with the halo reflecting on it. His eyes, a blend of the mountains meeting the earth at the core of it's nature. His eyelashes so long, they'd be caressing his cheeks as he closed his eyes.

As the Lord's steps came closer to view, Mayank sees, his eyes are kohl lined up to the perfection.

And Mayank decided that he'd burn the world for him.