Gauri was tired to the limb with the washing and walked over their plot space to collect some firewood for breakfast tomorrow.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with glancing over the dried part of the tree and found it.

She picked her axe and whammed the part with her full force to get the branch separate from the tree.

Her hands worked over the tree branch and saw it fall on the ground with a thud.

As she tried to break the big branch into small log wood pieces, the birds were chirping afar with trying to bring music to the hard working girl under the hot Sunday afternoon.

She had enough firewood for tomorrow and thought to tie them up with her long rope. As she carried the bundle by the little handle that she made from the rope, her eyes fell on the sweet wild berries on the shrub area of the forest start.

She walked towards it and brush the tender sweet looking berries. She searched her satchel for the right equipment and found it.

Her trusty small sickle

Her tender dusty fingers carefully sided the leaves and clipped the berries. As she was keeping the fresh berries in her leather bag with the thought to feed them to her pet chicks Dimpy and Simpy in the farmhouse.

Slick!

Her tender but sharp senses awakened with detecting an intruder. As she tightened her sickle to strike at the right time, she readied for a perfect strike on the neck of the said intruder.

Swift!

Her reflexed striking hands were caught in a flash by the strong hands who creased his brows at the dare of the person to attack him so boldly. Shivaay Pratap Singh.

Her eyes widened to welcome them sharp gaze in her vicinity again.

Shivaay studied over her attire. Her loose shirt over a flimsy soiled manly pants. The heavy satchel belt over her thin waist. Her hidden face with the dirtied cloth under the hay hat to perhaps conceal from the harsh noon sunrays.

(Kindly imagine Shivaay removing the girl's face cloth in a similar manner)

His other free hand removed the cloth to take a better view of his cute attacker, knowing for a fact it would be surely...

His princess. His Amore. His smile widened on meeting her again with totally ignoring the growing anger on her calm poker face.

Shivaay was holding her raised hands softly and caressing them to perhaps calm her frightened but fighting stance.

Gauri didn't relax even after knowing that it was her saviour but tightened her hold on her trusty sickle.

What was he doing here?

Was he following her, stalking her perhaps?

What would uncle say if he comes to know about this?

Her teaching job would end that moment!

The only time she can be free from her bondage. - her disturbing thoughts were twirling in and out of her strict mind which would surely hurt her saviour if he tries to harm her dignity.

Shivaay was only admiring her soiled flawless face which were swarming with the glistening sweat all over her calm aura.

Then his sharp eyes caught hold of the little sweat bead falling over her eyelids. He loved them. He envied them.

It was his place. Her eyes were his. Only his.

He released her hands with closing in her proximity, surprising her and awakening her fighting sprint.

As he bend down to claim her calm looking eyes, Gauri moved her sickle with a swift to his Adam's apple with her warning "...stay put!...don't even think about it!!..."

Hearing her soft but stern voice made the man fall head over heels for her, all over again. His eyes shone with an unknown glimmer to take her lips which uttered them words.

Her heavy breathing self. Her striking pose to protect her pride, exactly the way she did back in the dark alley when fighting those hefty goons all by herself.

Her trusty sharp sickle were doing its job perfectly to stop the young man with holding his perfect veiny neck in their hold.

Gauri creased her brows with parting the man from the weird proximity and straightened herself. As she picked her wood bundle by its handle with not moving her striking pose of the sickle towards the smirking 6ft tall well-built man, Shivaay was lost in her simplicity like a trance taking over his sane mind.

How he loved her strong and strict, messy 5.4ft self, commanding him perfectly with that muddled rusty sickle. He knew that she was totally powerless in front of his hefty self which would take her down in a second.

But...

Her brave eyes did scare him once and thought to not enrage the serene beauty more.

As he moved back for her, Gauri skilfully flicked her sickle in her satchel like a warrior and strode away from his surprised self with her cute but strong run.

"...breathtaking!!...Amore?!..." Shivaay brushed the blood oozing out of the cute cut made by his serene beauty on his neck with her new aura for him. He loved every bit of it.

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Hello my dear Readers

The story of two individuals who venture into their journey of love-hate-love❤️❤️

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I will publish the character description in the first week of January, 2025 along with a teaser of the story.

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