Seize Her And....

Chapter: 36

A Very Personal Heaven.

He is not used to this cold weather. The capital is covered in humidity. Sweating is a natural part of their lives. But this place has something beautiful about it. The greenery, the freshness, the foggy atmosphere, all these are truly addictive. He made a right choice by wearing the trench coat and the Wellington Boot. He adjusts his British flat cap before moving forward. He doesn't understand why his father sent him here instead of coming himself. He had a meeting with the Maharaja and came to this conclusion that the man is nothing but an unscrupulous jerk. Knows nothing about his own province. The mere thought of getting married to his daughter disgusts him. If the Maharaja is this useless how useless will be his daughter? He always preferred thrill over everything else. He thought it will be thrilling to get married to someone without seeing her first. But after the meeting with the Maharaja he is rethinking his decision. He will hate spending his entire life with an illiterate obedient doll. Someone who has been taught to do as her husband wishes. How can a man converse freely to his life partner about his problems knowing that she will only agree to his decisions and will never be opinionate enough to suggest something that might be necessary or might be something he has overlooked?

Thoughts like these kept him so engrossed that he failed to notice while strolling that he has entered a part of the mountain plain from where the steep dense Pine forest begins. At that moment he doesn't understand that time has just changed the course of his simple, boring life into something that he will remember through lives, because that's when his thoughts get interrupted as his brown eyes fall on something that stops time for him.

Her bare feet is covered in mud, her striped saree reaches below her knees. She is trying to keep her head full of long black hair into a small bun but the stubborn hair is falling out of it everytime she tries tho climb up a little higher. Her obsidian eyes are focused on the pears hanging from a branch she is just about to reach, only if she climbs a little higher.

The very moment her hand touches the fruits a contagious smile spreads across her face, showing off the dimples and her overlapping incisors.

He stands there like a statue as his heart beats faster. A weird feeling runs down his spine as he keeps looking at her antics.

She starts plucking those out one by one and puts those inside a makeshift pocket made by the drapes of her saree, circling around her waist. She was about to pluck another when her mischievous eyes fall on him and her hand stops midway. Her smile gets replaced by a frown.

Surprising him to the core she lifts her eyebrows at him quizzically but he fails, fails to form any sentence at all. He is mesmerized by her beauty. In the entirety of his life he has never encountered someone as charming as this woman wiggling her eyebrows at him. That's when she decides to break his trance and stop his heart at the same time.

"What?!" She asks confidently, moving her right hand into the air. He takes a deep breath in and composes himself before uttering a single word,

"Lost." The girl looks at him for a few more seconds and then nods her head knowingly.

"Hmm. That's why." She says to herself taking his breath away.

"The dense forest begins here. It's the steepest part of this area. I suggest you take this path. This'll lead you towards the main road." She suggests.

The thought of parting ways so fast doesn't fit well with him and he comes up with an immediate idea.

"Ar.. um.. are you going that way? I mean, if you don't mind, I can follow you. I am totally new here." He urges. The girl looks at his face skeptically and then jumps down the tree. Cleaning her arms with her saree she utters,