The much asked Trailer for Delicate Muse is finally made out for everyone to see! Among my crappy schedule and upside down timezone, it took me exactly 3 and half hours or more for this video, Enjoy! Give it a like and comment if you liked it!

https://youtu.be/ovEVXAHqrTs

A major question I get on my DM's after making trailers is, why this song? 

My answer to this song called 'Kabhi Jo Badal Barse' (trans: When it rains) was given in the last seconds of the video, Rain is the factor that made him know he's in love and made her understand what is love.

The majority of my storylines have the rain scenes in every book because I fell in love in the rain so my characters will too, almost all of them will, Rain isn't Cliche, just a notice!

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''I don't understand'' he whispers near my lips, the water pouring strongly between us as his blunt softly dug into the skin of my waist, he looked between my eyes, unable to know which one to look at, I saw a tinge of confusion laced in his orbs along with something I couldn't unlock.

''You soon will'' I say softly, closing my eyes to remember the time I first met him, those lively hazels, that jaw-dropping smile and the most perfect face, I've never felt what it is to be attracted to someone until him. 

All I dreamt are those lips, excitement plunged through my inner being knowing that I finally felt them, they were just as beautiful as I dreamt they were. A small smile touched my lips at the feeling. 

Before I could know it, I felt them on mine, feeling another smile on them, his smile. 

I fluttered my eyes open before he left my lips with a small peck, he had the same radiant smile on his face which I didn't know why. 

''I don't know why I am smiling, you did, so, did I'' he murmurs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck like a schoolboy having a crush. My heart fluttered with joy at his words. 

''I see'' I say smugly before he interlocked his fingers with mine and walked towards the brothel, I couldn't help but gaze at his side profile in awe, how can someone look so good even dripping wet like a cat in water?

Oh, such a romantic place to be! Pun intended.

''Just change, I'll be outside'' he says sternly suddenly, I didn't know what happened suddenly, But I relaxed when I still saw the radiance in his eyes.

''Now please stop acting like you got a stick up your ass'' I say chuckling at my words before closing my mouth in regret, my eyes turned saucers when I saw his mouth open at my words. 

''What did you just say?'' he says, not being able to believe my words, a teasing smile along with it.

''N-Nothing'' I bite my lips suddenly, I slapped my head at my own foolery. 

''Well you did say something'' his voice goes an octave, deeper. He tied his hand behind me and walked around me like a lion watching its prey would be an understatement. 

''Do you really think that I act like having a stick up my ass?'' he asks seriously blowing on the wet skin of my nape, goosebumps arising on them mercilessly.

''Umm sometimes'' I whisper meekly, he chuckled deeply before dropping his hand onto either side of my waist, one hand walking up my body, he gripping all my wet locks and moved them aside, revealing my neck adorned with a single necklace.

''Mmm'' he hums before holding the lock of the jewellery before pushing his front onto my back, it was too close for my inner turmoil, I could feel the warmth emitting from his wet garments, a click was all I heard before he undid my neckpiece. 

He dropped it on the ground and the next turn was the earring, the moment his fingers grazed my neck, I whimpered.

''I'll be back after a small drink, bathe, dress and go to sleep, yes?'' he asks turning me towards him, I fiddled with my fingers and nodded, digging my teeth onto my lips.

He harshly gripped my jaw with his right hand and tilted my neck up, I melted into a pool of giddy mess when his lips devoured mine, biting onto my lower ones.

''Go'' he breathes ''Before I can't'' his jeopardized words say, his eyes turning a hundred shades darker than they are supposed to.

Even though I couldn't understand the wordplay of his words, I nodded and jumped into the bathroom, I heard the door open and close, indicating that he left. 

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I tossed in between the sheets uncomfortably, the visions of my mother being stabbed flashing in my eyes, images of the pain of deceit in Tapas' eyes twisted my soul into torture. 

The moment my lips met someone who I wasn't tied to me by the bond of marriage made me sin harshly, may the goddess Durga forgive my sin, I would never regret my choice of kissing Anirudh, but the smallest corner of my heart regretted being a traitor to my husband. 

I turned in my bed as I saw the greed in my brother's eyes, the rage in Tapas' ones, the hate in the villagers and the pain in my mother's, I broke all their trust for one person.

The enchanter with the world's most beautiful pair of hazels.

My mother scream of true agony made me shoot my eyes in a haste, sitting up with my chest heaving, I touched my sweat lathered with tears face.

I turned my face to my side and saw something I can never forget, the enchanter was there beside me, his beautiful eyes shut in sleep, the lashes of his eyes touching his under eyes as a natural pout was on his lips when the side of his face was squished into his hand under them.

He groaned softly due to my movement of disturbance, never in my dream, I imagined that this man would one day be lying beside me with a naked torso and wet hair. 

If someone would have told me this a few months back, I would have laughed at their face, but this is a joke no more, he stayed, slept beside me for the first time.

I controlled my temptation of squealing like a school girl seeing her crush and watching him sleep shamelessly.

He looked so harmless like this, this is the second man I ever shared sleeping space with, and the first man would be oblivious to my crimes. 

The first man would be always special for two reasons, he was my first time and first kiss, the man who could take my innocence and who was supposed to be the father of my child until my miscarriage.

But this man, this second man was the most special, he was my first crush, my first love, my best kiss and the only male who can make me weak on my knees with just one look.

Oh my childhood sweetheart, why thee so beautiful?

''What happened last night? Goddamn I was so drunk, I guess I gulped too much whiskey, curse me, my head hurts like shit'' his hoarse morning voice startled me, I looked at him stretch his lips, the muscles of his powerful biceps twitch in the movement. 

My heart dropped thinking that he doesn't remember our kiss, what if he doesn't? 

''Umm, do you remember when we umm'' I hesitate to say, which I didn't know why I was.

''We what?'' his voice goes tense as fear lined his forehead ''Did we have sex or something?'' his bluntness made me gasp.

Did he actually think we did that? Oh my my my.

The worry on his face made me want to play with his mind, he looked at his shirtless torso and my nightgown, he gulped audibly, he was sweating in fear.

''Uhh,'' I purposefully mumbled making sure he believes his conscience, his eyes widened in horror in my hesitation. 

''N-No we did not, tell me we didn't, fuck'' he cursed making me wince, but I couldn't but burst into peals of laughter, the poor lad became more confused.

''We didn't'' I say throwing my head backwards with my laughter, I saw him sigh in relaxation, running his hands through his lush hair. 

''Oh Lord, thank you'' he breathes smiling at his own mind.

''But..'' I slur cocking my head to my side, he raised an eyebrow with a similar play filled expression as mine. 

''But we kissed, I remember'' he ends with a dramatic bow making me giggle, he beamed at me, running his knuckles on my collarbone. 

''Well, you nearly gave me a heart-attack darling'' he says watching his hand touch my skin, he never knew what he was doing to me. 

''I know'' I whisper losing myself onto his touch, the sun peeking behind him made him look more ethereal, the edges of his blurry, nearly like a hallucination. 

. . .

I remember that day vividly when I met a young Bondita, that little enchantress who captivated me with her innocence and childishness and she still does.

Recklessness is in my blood and I regret getting hitched to Saudamini, I became a traitor to her when my lips felt another girl's, but she was no another, Bondita is no 'other' girl, I know she means more than that.

But the other girl was the girl I saw looking at us years back behind my gates, I tried to find her too, everywhere, but I never even saw her face that was one fault of mine, how will I ever find her?

All I saw was her eyes, of the mystery which was eerily similar to Bondita's, it can't be a coincidence, can it? 

I never knew why she refused to show me her face, I'll forget the four women in my life that left a huge imprint, The Scarfed girl, Saudamini, My Mother and most of all, Bondita.

Is it just three or four? Will I ever know? 

I looked at the little angel's laughter in front of my eyes, her eyes squinting, but when she stopped, I looked at her embers of her that swept me off my feet. 

I stopped breathing when I saw the same eyes again, it was not the first time I noticed the striking similarity between Bondita and the scarfed girl.

But today it was too obvious, the alcohol running in my being made it stronger, Bondita's lively laughter drove the searing pain in my head, she's my medicine.

When I feel the most down during my college days in London, her reminisce was all that kept me going, the need to go back kept me at the brim.

Who are thee, angel?

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Phew! Another one! These two drive me to the edge of losing myself!

The trailer nearly made my eyes ache, but it's ok, anything for y'all!

Me after writing this chapter-

You and me after this torturous sexual frustration between Bondita and Anirudh got a slight relief after the kiss

So, until we see next time!

Au Revoir! Do comment y'all!

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