Naina: His subconscious desire

42. Reception

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Naina's Pov

I felt his hands snaked my waist and he pulled me towards him a little, my heart started beating faster. What the hell is happening with me, his hot breath fanned my nape, I fisted on my dress. The rich smell of leather and wood filled my nostrils and I kept my head on his chest.

"Jaan lene ka irada hai, Nayan" His rough velvet voice echoed in my ears and I closed my eyes to take in the proximity. ("Are you planning to kill me, Nayan?")

"Itna asan hai aapki jaan lena kya?"I couldn't help but ask, his thumb caressing the side of my waist. ("Is it that easy to take your life?")

"For the rest of the world, No but for you definitely, Yes." I lost my balance but he held me. He picked me up and kept my feet on his foot.

"Kaisi lag rahi hu"I know he already told me, but I wanted a description not from anyone but him. I wanted to hear how he was going to describe me. ( How am I looking ?)

"Sach kahu?" ( "Shall I tell the truth?")

"Sirf Sach"( only truth...)

"Is Makhmali jode mein aap chand ki pratima lag rahi hai, aur aapka ye gulabi dupatta aap ke komal hriday ki gawahi de raha hai. Apke ke galo ki lalima ugate suraj ke jaise ummeed ki kiran bikher raha hai. Aapki hothon ki muskan aapke is hirani aankhon mein chamak kisi ke bhi hriday ko pighalne mein saksham hai, aapki ye galo ko chhooti ye kali ghata aapki khoobsurati ki gawahi de raha, Nayan. Aur aapki ye Aakhein aapki khoobsurati ka aaina, jisme har koi khud ko nihar sakta. Hamare shabd kam pad jayenge par aapki khoobsurati bayan nahi kar paenge pata hai kyu" I was just processing his words, nobody ever said something like this to me, I was just trying to grasp the words he threw at me.

( "In this velvet attire, you look like the very image of the moon, and your pink dupatta speaks of your tender heart. The blush on your cheeks radiates like the first light of a rising sun, spreading hope. Your smile and the sparkle in your astonished eyes have the power to melt anyone's heart. These dark curls that brush your cheeks bear witness to your beauty, Nayan. And your eyes are the mirror of your beauty, where anyone can see their reflection. Words will fall short, but they will never be able to fully capture your beauty-do you know why?")

"Kyu?" ( Why ??)This word escaped my mouth as I wanted to know what he had to say, what was still left after comparing me with the whole universe.

"Kyuki is bahari sundarta se bhi komal aur khoobsurat hai aapka hriday jo ki koi bhi shabd bayan nahi kar sakta" ( "Because your heart is even softer and more beautiful than this outward beauty, something that no words can ever truly express.")

"Main itni bhi khubsurat nahi ki aap ke shabd kam pad jaye" I know I am beautiful but not like what he is explaining. ("I'm not so beautiful that you'd run out of words.")

"Kash aap khud ko hamari nazron se dekh paati" He whispered in my ears and I turned back facing him while he loosened his hold to let me turn. ("I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.")

"Ham dekh pate yahi bahut hai hamare liye" A regret filled inside my heart, I will never get to describe him and his beauty like he did. God, is it possible to give me sight just for a minute, I just want to savor his image in my eyes and memory and that's it, I will never ever ask something from you ever again. ( "For me, just being able to see you is more than enough.")

I trailed my finger on his jaw and his face, I roamed my hands across his chest, shoulder and biceps taking in his outfit, it was a kurta, a Royal one, I could feel the clothes. My hands went to his palms and he intertwined our fingers.