Krishna's Dimension (Ft.21st Century)

[CHAPTER - 12] That incident!!

"Why are you troubling me....?" I muttered, trying to stand up. But, strangely, I couldn't. Before I could grasp what was happening, Krishna lifted me into his arms, just like in the movies. My heart raced as I looked at him, flustered.

"What...what are you doing?" I stammered, caught off guard by the closeness. With a soft, teasing smile, he locked eyes with mine and whispered, "Its .... Better to be in my arms than a crocodile's, don't you think?" He chuckled, holding back a laugh, and I, blushing fiercely, tried to look anywhere trying my best to avoid eye contact. I felt heavier somehow, as if all my nerves had gathered right here in this moment. My hands remained glued to my stomach out of nervousness, but his teasing voice broke through, "If you fall, don't blame me!"

"But you're holding me-how could I fall?" I managed, still trying to suppress my flustered tone.

"But you are not holding me.... Can't you see.... You're making me carry all the weight!..... Don't you see I'm struggling here?" He pulled me closer to emphasize his point. Hesitantly, I put my hands lightly on his shoulders, feeling a new wave of embarrassment.
"If you want to hold me, then do it properly! You've barely touched me...Are you afraid of me??....," he said with a grin, and suddenly stopping right in the middle of the path.

I felt a mixture of emotions-awkwardness and annoyance from his relentless teasing. Impulsively, I wrapped one arm around his neck, steadying myself by placing the other hand on his shoulder. This seemed to please him; he continued walking, looking straight ahead with a barely contained smirk.

"Well, are you happy now....?" I mumbled under my breath.

"Who must be happier???-the one carrying the weight or the one lounging like a queen?" he quipped, chuckling without looking at me.

Yet, somehow at that moment, I couldn't got mad seeing him laugh. As I was close to him in his arms, I noticed his face more clearly than ever before. His eyes were mesmerizing, deep like the ocean, and being so close felt like standing by the shore, with waves crashing just out of reach. I couldn't bear the thought of this connection between shore and the ocean-its intensity scared me. His earrings swayed as he moved ... This was the first time I was noticing his earing with this much intensity. When I glanced at his lips, they looked softer, almost rosier...I was lost in their pinkish colour. I forgot my hand was wrapped around his neck, but it felt right at that moment... It was a different feeling that I can't express in words. After some time I started wondering if my touch might bother him...or-.....Was causing pain......

"Are you going to keep staring at me like this or will step down?" His voice snapped me back to reality. My heartbeat quickened, as if jolted. Oh, I was already back in the room-when did we even arrive? What must he think of stupid me....?

"Sorry..." I stammered, loosening my grip from around his neck and looking down at the bed, trying my best to avoid eye contact. He gently set me down, but before stepping away, he leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Stay like this-I'll be back with some ointment for your wound."

Just when I manage to steady myself, his whispers undo me again, making my heart race and breath hitch. All I could manage was a soft hmmmm in reply. But as he turned to leave, my hair got tangled in his pendant. I looked up in surprise, fumbling to free my hair, panicking slightly. Seeing my distress, he cupped my face with his butterlike fingers, signaling for me to calm down, then set to untangle my hair himself from his pendant. Now, being so close to him, I felt a warmth, an unsteady comfort, like I was falling deeper into an unspoken bond. It was as if my heart had tangled with his, just like my hair. He bit his lip,while concentrating, his eyes was blinking slowly as he worked in untangling. For a moment, I wanted to stop time, hold his cute face, and finally pour out my heart to him-but a strange fear crept in. What if he misunderstood my feeling? What if I had to leave his side...... After confessing?