Fate

32. A Weak Moment.

Ayesha.

The walk-in closet had it's lights switched off which probably only provided him a view to my silhouette as I stepped away from the door

It's ok. I won't do anything stupid. I thought and took baby steps to reach him and finally kept my hand in his large and warm ones

"You are such a mess." He muttered and all my nervousness flew out of the window while I glared at him

"Did I ask your opinion?" I questioned frowning but instead of replying he turned me around and started draping the red banarasi saree around my waist.

His fingers brushed against my skin and breath fanned over my neck while my back was firmly pressed against his chest. This felt intimate and I couldn't bear any kind of intimacy with him but do I have a choice? No.

"Calm down." He whispered softly kissing me on my temple and I actually felt my wrecking nerves calming under his soft touch

He knelt before me and adjusted the plaits of my saree correctly but my thoughts turned gross, actually unholy. Calm The Fuck Down. I berated myself but I really couldn't stop myself from getting goosebumps or that stupid blush which covered my face. I swear to God.

He looked so busy with my saree that he didn't spare me a glance which allowed me to stare at him and this man was soo finely made that it hurts to push him away but he shouldn't have done what he did.

He tucked the plaits after he was done adjusting them and when he tried to pin them securely on my waist, the pin ended up piercing through my skin causing me to flinch back and it went deeper

"Ouch!" I felt stinging pain in my waist skin when he slowly pulled the pin out and rushed to get a first aid to clean the little blood I saw through the mirror

He sat on the ottoman stool and pulled me closer to treat my wound, the small cut didn't give me those goosebumps that his breath brushing against my bare skin gave

"I am sorry." He kept whispering it like a holy chant while he applied disinfectant on the small cut the pin made

"It's ok." I mumbled and he looked up at me for a moment before he rested his forehead on my belly pulling me closer. I didn't resist, I wanted to let him have a moment to realise that I am not as much injured, I am just fine.

He kissed me on my belly before he got up and with utter tenderness he pinned my plaits placing his hand between the plaits and my skin.

"It's done." He pinned my pallu on my shoulder and looked at me in the eye through our reflection which sucked all the oxygen out of my lungs. I am supposed to hate him! I licked my lower lip before I nodded stepping away from him

"Give me a minute. I will readjust my hairdo and makeup." I requested while I fumbled with my hair because I felt nervous under his scrutinized gaze.

"Mr. Rajvansh, stop staring!" I hissed while I continued to tye my hair in a French braid and he continued to stare at me. Bastard. I wanted to say that loud but I couldn't muster up the courage to say that after the stunt he pulled sometime ago.

"I am sorry." He said when I was done with my hairdo, for a second I looked at him and concluded that I heard it wrong so I continued to remove the purposely left, side bangs on my forehead away from my eyes

"Princess, I said I am sorry." He repeated when I was putting on another layer of red lipstick on my lips but his words halted my movement

"For?" I asked and finished painting my lips red while he finally looked away from me for a millisecond. You have a lot to apologise for. I wanted to add.