Dancing Flames (Pranushka story)

The Recrudesce

There's a chapter before this. Check it out if you haven't guys. Who else is fed up with Watpadd?😑

*Padmasana - Padmasana or Lotus Position is a cross-legged sitting asana of yoga, in which the feet are placed on the opposing thighs.

*Kumbhakarna - The younger brother of Ravana in the famous Indian epic Ramayana. Despite his monstrous size and great appetite, he is popularly known for his slumping nature (approximately used to sleep for six months at once according to the epic)

*Nidradevi - The goddess of sleep.

Hold your hearts for this dear readers. 😶
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She took a long breath before stretching her arms up in the air joining the hands for a namaskaram. Recovering from the *padmasana, she slowly stood up and walked into their room pulling the sweatband off her head.
She was fresh and enthusiastic. Yoga never failed to bring that feel being her ultimate source of relief. She always claimed it is what was keeping her and the baby healthy whenever Vihaan asked her to continue practicing after the delivery.

"Where is my watch Sandhya?"
He was shuffling through the series of drawers beside the bed.

"Must be in those. Wear the old one for now. I'll look for it before you return." she said leaning over the headboard.

And he was LOST again. Lost in the aura of her presence, in the tenderness of her skin, in the innocence of her eyes, in the sweetness of her voice.

His lips curved crescent as he sat close and moved her tresses behind.
"I'm going out. You can take care,right?"

She nodded with eyes partially open.

"You seem tired."
His arm was now holding her to his side, gently patting her shoulder as she rested her chin on his chest, tilting towards his face.

"Sometimes I think I'm carrying *kumbhakarna himself. This li'l junior of yours makes me feel drowsy every now and then."

"Yeah! I can see that." he chuckled pecking her womb and then her lips.
"Be careful and NO EXPLORATIONS!" he warned showing his finger.

She smiled and slid back seeing him close the room door.
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The bhagavathas were singing songs for a yakshagana performance that was going on. The next participants were dressing up backstage in a few small tents. It was way past evening. Vihaan saw the open field filled with localites who were laughing and clapping for the comic play.

"Namsthe Sir." he greeted an elderly man apparently Kalinga's age, who was staring at him in the entrance.

"I suppose you are Vihaan, the journalist from a city. Kalinga has told me about you." the man said scratching the nose.

"Oh, pleased to meet you Sir." Vihaan forwarded his hand which the man declined folding his hands to a namskara.

"May I know what you are doing?"

"I work for a US magazine as a free lance writer."

"Why? Do you feel our magazines and newspapers are inferior?" the man voiced coldly.

"Certainly not! Well..  Umm.. The arrangements are very appealing." he said scanning the stage and lighting around.

"We have been hosting this event from almost thirty years. People from all the surrounding villages come here to see the grand affair." the man boasted after clearing his throat.