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The maid's voice broke the tense silence, and Kasika and Atharva reluctantly pulled apart, straightening their mussed clothes.
The maid entered with a small tray, on which sat a steaming cup of milk.
"The milk you ordered, Yuvraj," she said, trying to hide a smile.
Atharva cleared his throat and schooled his features into a more neutral expression. He nodded at the maid, gesturing for her to place the tray on a nearby table.
"Thank you," he said gruffly, acutely aware of Kasika sitting next to him.
The maid left the tent again, and the silence between them thickened.
Kasika's voice broke the silence, a hint of reluctance in her tone. She eyed the cup of milk with mild distaste.
"I don't want to drink this," she said, the sentence hanging in the air between them like an accusation.
Atharva's expression turned serious, the playful banter momentarily set aside. He picked up the cup and held it out towards her.
"But you have to," he said firmly, his tone making it clear that it was not a suggestion, but an order.
Kasika pouted in protest, her lower lip protruding in an unintentional tease.
"But why?" she repeated, her voice filled with equal parts annoyance and petulance.
Atharva's gaze lingered on her lips for a moment, his eyes darkening with desire. He couldn't help but respond to her unintentional pout.
"Don't do that," he warned, his voice dropping an octave. "Or I'm going to bite your lips."
His words, spoken with that low, velvety tone, sent a shiver down her spine. She tried to maintain her pout for a moment longer, but her heart was fluttering too quickly.
She pressed her lips into a tight, straight line, trying to control the urge to respond to his words.
Atharva's voice held an air of authority as he explained the reason behind the need for her to drink the concoction.
"You have to drink this," he reiterated, "because it contains turmeric and other healthy herbs that will aid your recovery from your wound."
Kasika's pout deepened, and she crossed her arms in protest.
"But it's bitter," she protested, her voice a sulky whine. "And it tastes terrible."
He said, 'Okay, then. I'll drink half, and you drink half.'"
Kasika's eyes widened in surprise as Atharva made his unexpected offer.
"You'll drink half?" she echoed, her pout replaced by a look of disbelief. "You're going to drink it too?"
