𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞

Chapter 2

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"And immaculate. And...oh the list goes on. Let us just stop here. But ladies, who are you? Not that I am complaining, but you look new." He continues. I am in trance with just hearing his voice. How can a human have such a voice. As if everything will be good with just hearing him. Such texture and such smoothness. Otherworldly.

All the girls turns around and look at him. They look like they are going to faint. Even Vishakha! I look at them skeptically.

But then suddenly, I feel curious. Is he really as beautiful as they describe him? And as mighty? It can be possible. I mean if his voice sounds this heavenly, then how heavenly will he look?

"You can always turn around and see for yourself." He sounds amused. My head snaps up. Can he hear my thoughts?

"I know you want to." He says again. Ah, thank god. He can not.

Slowly, I turn around.
There he sands. Tall, dark and handsome. Oh how insanely handsome. I feel calm. Like I am at peace. His beauty is a lot to take in. Those deep mischievous eyes and thick long lashes framing them, silky black hair reaching the nape of his neck with soft curls, which looks like they feel soft to touch too, and rose pink lips.
His presence fills the air and captures every attention. Butter smooth skin. And those feet. Even his feet look gorgeous. No count how many hearts are there in his feet. No count how many hearts he resides in. My heart fills just by witnessing his beauty. He looks like a God.
I slowly look into his eyes again.
His awestruck expression mirrors mine.

"Beautiful." He mutters.
"Truly." I agree.

I can not look away from him. My eyes doesn't want to, heart doesn't want to, I don't want to.
How can anyone? It is like words such as beauty, ethereal, divine, handsome, are made looking at him.

And it is not only pleasing to the eyes, it's pleasing to the heart, to the mind, to the soul.

And his hands, one holding a flute stuck to the cloth at the side of his waist, another at his side, long and well structured.

All of his features together look beautiful, individually look beautiful, his presence feel good, everything about him is at it's best.
And even then, it is like these words are not enough to describe him.
No matter how much you compliment him, it is always less.

"O heaven! Are you Krishn?!" Indu exclaims, breaking our trance.

"What?" He seems dazed.

"You are Krishn, are you not?" Lalita asks.

"Yes, he is. Did not you listen to him referring himself as Krishn?" Vishakha attempts to sound irritated. But that is what it is. Just a mere attempt. No one can witness his heavenly beauty and act normal. Like I have mentioned before, he is a lot to take in.

He is still the same Krishn, Radha. Who stole clothes of bathing girls, remember?

"Yes, yes, I am Krishn." He offers a charming smile. A smile so beautiful that it can heal many broken hearts.

"O Krishn, you are so beautiful. Can you play that flute of yours? For us?" Sudevi asks excitedly.

"I am not sure..." He strokes his long index finger at the corner of his rosy lips as he acts like he is thinking about the offer.

"Please?" Ranga urges.

He smiles mischievously. Like he has got an idea. My facial features turns wary as he directs his mischievous smile at my direction. He takes a step towards me and bends his head at the side as he talks to Ranga and Sudevi while keeping his eyes on me.

And I try not to step towards him more.

"Okay, I'll play my flute if your friend..." He gestures towards me.

"Radha?" Champa provides.

"Radha. If your friend Radha asks me to."

"Really? Radha! Please—" Tunga starts but Krishn continues.

"And if she dances with me on a day of my choosing. While you all sing." He finishes.

Huh? What type of demand is that?
Meaning, people doesn't usually ask for such things, right?
It's quite ... distinctive and particular.

"Why shall I do that?" I furrow my brows. Why shall I dance with him? He sure is bold to ask me a thing like that when we just met.

"Please Radha, we beg you, please?" Champa pleads.

"Yes Radha, please do it?" Tunga puts on her pleading face.

"Would you not do it for us, Radha?" Sudevi joins.

"You would, would you not?" Ranga stands in front of me.

Krishn is standing beside me now. Leaning against a tree. His eyes are closed and a slight smile on his seemingly soft, pink mouth. And I am struck by his beauty all over again.

"Radha?" Lalita breaks my focus from him.
I look at Vishakha. She looks at the ground, avoiding my eyes. Hm, so she wants to hear him play too.

Okay, so I am doing it for greater good. It is not like I also want to hear him play or something like that.

"Okay, I will do as you asked." I say as I look at him again. It is not possible to look at something else other than him when he is around.
His smile widens as he slowly opens his eyes. He looks at me sideways and winks.

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