ENCHANTED - BY INNOCENCE (ongoing)

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***Yashoda***

I woke up the next morning as rays of sunshine fell on my face and immediately started to panic.

How long have I been sleeping?

I didn't even make breakfast for my poor husband.

Did he leave on an empty stomach?

Oh my god, I am a horrible wife!

I quickly freshened up and ran to the kitchen, hoping to at least make something and send it to him as soon as possible, but I was interrupted by the sound of clinking swords coming from the terrace.

I went upstairs to take a look, and to my surprise, there was my husband, in a white shirt, sword-fighting with Vinod.

CLINK CLINK CLINK

Their swords clashed repeatedly, almost without pause, as they moved back and forth, sideways, dodging each other's moves, defending, and trying to gain the upper hand with lightning speed.

This looks horrible and brutal; anyone could get hurt—completely unacceptable—or so I thought, until my eyes fell on my husband.

The messy strands of hair bouncing on his face as he moved to avoid attacks, the way his muscles flexed as he tightened his grip on the sword, the slightly angry, slightly impressed, and slightly mischievous expressions he gave Vinod as he shifted tactics, and, most importantly, the way his white shirt became almost transparent due to sweat and clung to his body, revealing his muscles... this is a sight to behold.

They're grown adults; they can fight. Who am I to stop them?

I continued to watch my husband when I heard Vinod yell, "Hi, bhabhisa!" The moment those words left his mouth, I heard his sword hit the ground as the general used the distraction to knock his sword onto the floor.

"Ouch," Vinod said, rubbing his wrist, probably impacted from the force with which the general disarmed him.

"Distraction is not a luxury one can afford on the battlefield, Vinod" the general stated as Vinod walked to retrieved his sword.

"But sir, it's bhabhisa," Vinod said as he walked back.

"Your bhabhisa is my wife," the general replied, adjusting Vinod's disheveled hair. "You don't see me getting distracted."

Jerk Kheera!

"Did you hear that, bhabhisa?" Vinod said, turning to me. "He doesn't love you enough to get distracted by you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the general tried to smack his head, but Vinod dodged just in time, as if this wasn't the first time.

"Sorry, sir. Sorry, sorry," he said with a laugh, and the general calmed down but still gave him a light slap on the shoulder to emphasize his annoyance.