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Aishwarya POV

"I need to go,"

I tried to say and realised that my dupatta had slipped down my head and my braid stuck by something.

My heart beats raced insanely and my fingers started shaking.

I gulped and nervously looked back only to see him holding the end of my long hair braid with his hand. A strong shiver ran down my spine as his eyes were staring into mine intensely.

His face was glowing under moonlight and it was making me feel really uneasy.

"Hukum,"

I managed to say but it only came out with a slow voice.

My cheeks blushed insanely and I turned a little. My legs folded to one side, pressing my thighs together. I gulped nervously and my chest was going up and down with the shaky breath. They were turning loud to hear as if all noises around were lowering down when our eyes met.

I tried to place my hand over my chest to keep the dupatta in place as it was slipping down my shoulder slowly. My bangles tickled. His hand was slowly pulling my braid.

The noise of my bangles turned louder as I slowly moved my hand to hold my braid and tried to pull it to make it slip through his hand.

"Hukum,"

An inaudible voice escaped through my lips to request only in signals as I was feeling like melting with the timidness right now.

His gaze was turning sharper at me, my heartbeats were racing even more and I tried to pull my braid even more. My lips were trembling a little.

But, my strength was nothing in front of me and I blinked nervously.

He shifted to sat up and my eyes widened seeing him coming closer to me. My eyes were blinking timidly and nervously not able to look into his yet were not feeling like looking away resulting in fluttering and moving them from his eyes to lips and again and again.

A wave of breeze hit me and moved the loose strand of curls to my face and I felt even more timid. I should not be like this in front of him. Without a dupatta on my head and that too slipping down my shoulders.

He shifted even closer and I felt him coming closer the way that we were sitting in front of each other. But, he was sitting slightly beside my legs and leaning sidewards weighing on his one hand.

My grip loosened on my braid and my hand absentmindedly moved sideward on the carpet over my lehenga. He was so close and his eyes were looking into mine.

"Hukum,"

I tried to say but the words were not coming out, nothing was building in my head to say.

"I will not like you going away from me like that,"

He said and I immediately lowered my gaze. My lips were parted and trembling with the closeness. My brows thinned and my gaze slightly lifted to his lips that were coming close to mine.

My hand fisted on my lehnga feeling utterly warm and nervous right now. The way his eyes were looking at me, I could sense that he wanted to touch me with his lips. Did he love me?

Touching with the lips happens when someone loves you. I had seen people touching children's cheeks when they love them.

But, I was not a child.

My brows thinned and I leaned back a little nervously, trying to maintain a distance.

But, he clearly wanted me to be frozen as I felt his hand moving to mine. My gaze moved from his lips to his hand that touched my fist. He firmly gripped my wrist and hand. And, my eyes immediately shut close and my breathing turned insanely uneven when I felt his lips over my cheek very close to my lips.

My stomach twisted insanely and my lips parted to catch the stability of my breath. His lips felt soft yet thundering, warm and wet against my skin and I could tell that I was feeling insanely hot in my cheeks right now.

I was feeling lying dying.

More wetness occurred in my core and I did not know how to tell him that I need to go.

My time of the month had arrived.

He slowly pulled backwards and my eyes opened to look at him. I was feeling dizzy and my whole body was shivering with the sensations.

"You are beautiful,"

He said in a slow voice.

And, I just gulped not understanding what was happening and why the closeness was making me all sick.

"Hu... Hukum, Hum...hume gh...ghab...ghabrahat ho... rahi... hai, ha... hamara swas...thya thi...th...thik nahi lag ra...raha,"

"Hu...kum, I a...am fe...feeling ner...nervous, it seem...seems lik...e my heal...health is not we...well,"

I tried to say and my lips were literally trembling and my fingers were shaking insanely.

And, my stomach twisted even more when I saw a wide smile appearing on his face.

My brows were knitted not knowing what was wrong with and I blinked when he said.

"Do not worry. Nothing will happen until you desire,"

I lowered my gaze and just wanted to run away. I felt him taking his hand back from my hand. He left my braid too and I immediately covered my head with the duppata. I tucked my loose hair strand behind my ear and heard him.

"You should go and sleep now,"

I nodded.

"Ji,"

And immediately stood up to walk back into the bedroom.

My legs were absentmindedly moving and shaking and suddenly I banged into the corner table and a vase fell down with a loud thud.

"Careful, Aishwarya,"

He said and I closed my eyes trying to calm myself down.

My heartbeat raced insanely.

I had to treat myself as soon as possible. Things could not work like that. I had to ask him for the seeds soon.

"Ji,"

I managed to say and walked back into the bedroom.

My hand immediately touched my chest feeling how insanely fast my heart was racing.

Calm down, calm down, calm down.

Jiji said that kissing was a sign of likeness. He was just showing me that he liked it. It was a good thing.

But, why I was feeling all this. Something was terribly wrong with me.

I immediately walked towards the bathing room and went inside. Pulling up my skirt, I checked for the menstruation blood with my finger.

But, surprisingly there was nothing. I touched myself again and the result was still the same.

What the hell was happening?

But, I felt wet.

Did I pee a little?

God! It would smell.

What the hell was wrong with you Aishwarya?

I lowered my skirt down immediately and washed my hands. Everything was getting worse and worse.

I came back into the bedroom and inhaled a deep breath seeing him not there.

I looked around and walked towards the bed. I sat down and lay after covering myself with the comforter.

Sleep Aishwarya sleep.

I tried to close my eyes but I was still feeling the same.

I looked around and there was utter silence. The chamber was huge and there was majorly darkness around as only a few light lamps were lit. But, inside of my there was an earthquake that suddenly happened. All my peace had went to river.

Was he still outside?

I blinked nervously and closed my eyes again. The moment when he touched my cheek was blurring my vision again and again. And, while feeling it now, it was not feeling scary but good but scary but good too but nervous but wet but his breath was good and his lips were soft and his hand was warm. It was good but scary no not horrible scary but something that could make me feel shiver and sensations.

His lips were beautiful. I could still feel them on my cheek. My hand slowly moved to side of my lips and I could feel it was not that scary but beautiful. But, beautiful things are not meant to scare.

I immediately opened my eyes.

What the hell are you thinking? Aishwarya.

I inhaled a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I should do something otherwise I would definitely go insane this way.

I sat up and looked around and my sight fell on the table still having the ink and paper.

I stepped down the bed and walked towards it. It would not think about it, I would get less bothered and for that I had divert my attention.

I lowered and sat on the floor against the table. The place had slight fragrance which was kind of giving me a sense of belonging.

I pulled the paper near to me and held the feather pen. It again slipped through my finger but I tried to hold it just as he told. After a several failed attempts I managed to make a grip around it gently yet firmly.

I dipped the pen in the inkpot. He taught me how to make strokes.

I should practice that.

I took out the pen from the inkpot and brought it near to paper. A few drops of ink fell on the table as I might dipped more than required.

Foolish me.

I put the pen on the paper and my hand was feeling a slight friction making it difficult for me to move it over the paper. The ink made the paper wet on a single place, I might have kept it touched there for a long.

But, I had to learn.

I slowly started to move the pen in a straight line.

And, it did not turn out to be complete straight but workable.

You can do it.

I collected my focus and calmed my brain to keep practicing until I start doing it without any efforts. My lips themselves started humming my favourite song as I immediately fell in love with this relation of ink and paper.

It was beautiful to see how these two things that were completely opposite to each other were completing each other. One of them was melting for the other and the other was getting softer for the one. Blank paper and lonely ink. But, when they meet together, they give meaning to everything.

I smiled and kept making lines and I did not know when did I fell I asleep.

"Aishwarya,"

I inhaled a deep breath and tried to open my heavy lashes only to realise that Hukum was calling me.

My sight landed upon the table, papers and ink and I immediately realised that I slept there only.

"Hey, get up,"

I heard him and my gaze lifted up only to see him standing in front of me and smiling.

"I ams sorry,"

I immediately corrected my dupatta and stood up there. And, the sudden sprain hit my neck.

"Ah,"

A soft cry escaped my lips and he walked a little closer.

"Are you okay?"

He asked with the concerned eyes that I tried to avoid at any cost and nodded.

"Ji,"

I managed to say and a kind of uneasy silence followed before he said.

"We should get ready. We need to depart for the Temple,"

I nodded.

"Ji,"

"Bhai-sa,"

And, suddenly the voice of Devarsa caught my ear and I immediately took a few steps away from him.

He turned to look at him walking inside and he said.

"You are not ready yet. We will get late,"

He said and he asked.

"What do you mean by we?"

I looked at Devarsa who smiled widely looking at me and then his brows thinned in a line.

"Wait a moment, was ink got served in the dinner last night. Why the hell I always get missed?"

Devarsa said and I chuckled a little. He took a step forward.

"Shut up, Agastya,"

His voice sounded rude.

"Aww, Bhaisa, do not worry. I know you will get bore without me because Bhabhisa does not speak anything except 'ji' that's why I asked Bade Bhaisa to take me with them, so that I can take care of you,"

He said with the teasing tone.

"Shut up, Agas-"

"Bhabhisa,"

He immediately cut him off moved past him to me. 

"Ohh, seems like lessons started already,"

He said looking at the table and then looked at me and suddenly asked.

"Did you fed each other last night?"

"Agastya!"

He said and suddenly Devarsa started running and he ran after him.

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