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Gangaputra- Do you want to go or not?! Your choice.
Shikha scowled incredulously at him then at her Mehendi. She wants to go or not! Hell, she was ready and waiting for it. But... Why are there are so many buts in her life?!
This henna would take too much time to dry and leave colour. And she couldn't go out like this moreover. She looked expectantly up at the towering form of Gangaputra.
Shikha- Couldn't we postpone it??? I mean we can go tomorrow or some other time.
He was silent. It's a no, then. It's her choice, he thought. But he felt disheartening that he was expecting and she rejected.
Well, the taste of rejection is bitter and unbearable.
He deserves that. Part of him was vaguely hurt by the fact that as if he has extended his hand to a fluffy little kitten and received a scratch for his trouble.
Masking his expressions, he nodded his head.
She was startled to see the forlorn expressions of his eyes. He may be looking impassive and emotionless but his eyes said another thing. If she was a little bit nasty, she could have enjoyed his torment that he must have known what's it felt like to be rejected. But no, she felt sad and puzzled.
Uncertain, she bites her lower lip. His eyes zeroed on her lips.
Shikha- Give me a moment. Let me wash this out.
She glanced at her hands and turned to go. But suddenly Gangaputra held her by her shoulders and said intently.
Gangaputra- After all the efforts I've put on it, you are going to wash it off. No way!
Shikha's eyes caught with his smoldering eyes and her breathing stopped for a moment. She was drowning in his eyes.She couldn't look away as his gaze have a magnetic charm that only she could feel.
There was a certain vibrancy, a lavish masculinity of him that made her sharply aware of her own femininity. Her whole body started tingling.
He's so unpredictable and intriguing. His eyes could change so quickly, from coldness to laughter and then to shining to opaqueness that dared her to guess what he was feeling.
She wants to confess all about her and told him about her past, present and future. She wants to embrace him tightly and be secured in his arms. She wants him to say that everything would be fine and alright. But she couldn't. She should stay away from him because he has the power to hurt her.
Twice he has hurted her. One time as Amba and another time at the night few days ago when she tried to hug him.
She ought to stay away from him, yet she was drawn to him like a moth(fly) towards fire who knows it's fate already that it's going to get burnt. Please, don't hurt me Gangaputra when I have so many feelings for you, she thought. And yet she knew that he wouldn't do it deliberately.
But he is still that protective shell that is frosted and impenetrable. Shikha wished that she could reach out to that deeply buried part of him that was still young and vulnerable. Or maybe he's letting her in, and she was foolish enough to not see that.
He cleared his throat softly. She has zoned out again.
She shook her head as if coming out from a dream. Cantankerous bickering is their safe zone. Putting the levity back in their conversation; with twinkling eyes, she said with a chuckle.
Shikha- Effort?! You practically ruined it.
Gangaputra felt himself to return normal.
Moments ago he considered something changed between them which he couldn't comprehend. How could he feels so strongly for her, he didn't know.
Gangaputra quipped with an amusing smile.
Gangaputra- It's much better than before. And stop saying it ruined it, ruined it. It's perfect.
He said the last words looking at her, but she was busy seeing her mehendi.
Clearing his throat again, he asked pleasantly.
Gangaputra- So... Shall we???
Yes, she absolutely wants to go. It's not that everyday you get a chance for an outing with Mahamahim Bheeshma who was insisting on it.
In a very low voice, she spoke with a pout.
Shikha- I want my hair down.
Bemused, Gangaputra felt a bewildering tenderness towards her. She behaves like an adult but she couldn't hide the little child residing inside her from him. She has gently disarmed him with her innocent behaviour.
Gangaputra quipped with a chuckle.
Gangaputra- Then why have you made a mess out of it.
Shikha- If you are going to laugh at me... Then... I'm not going out with you.
Gangaputra laughed.
Gangaputra- Settle your nerves, your highness. I'm not laughing at you but with you. Please follow me.
He walked giving a backward glance at her.
Gangaputra- Hurry up!
Shikha curiosly followed him.
He stopped beside a silver mirror. And kept her in front of him taking her shoulders.
Gangaputra- Now stand here like an obedient child. Okay?!
Shikha said brattily.
Shikha- I'm not at all obedient.
Gangaputra(chuckling)- Yes, I know.
One by one, Gangaputra pulled the golden pins of her hair. Her hair was twisted in a very intricate pattern that he was confused on how she could have been able to done that. He huffed.
Shikha laughed.
Shikha- You let it be, Gangaputra. I will ask someone else to unbraid it.
Gangaputra- Why would anyone like to make their hair like this?!
Shikha grinned.
Shikha- So there is something that even the Mahamahim even couldn't do.
Gangaputra(grumbled)- Ofcourse I can do.
He persisted on the task of unbinding her hair, becoming absorbed in the methodical process. He deftly untwisted several silken lock of her hairs. Every now or then he covertly glanced at her through the mirror.
She was again absorbed on her own thoughts. What is it she thinking about all the time, he amused. Very gently, to get her attention, he tugged at her hair softly.
Shikha as always was thinking about him. How fate has turned so much that he is here, unbraiding her hair so tenderly. He was so engrossed in his work that he seems oblivious to his surroundings. But he was doing it for her because she has asked for it. How sweet.
Her reverie was broken when one lock of her hair was pulled.
Shikha retorted over dramatically.
Shikha- Ouch, Gangaputra. Watch it.
He chuckled.
Gangaputra- Now I can finally get to say that I got to pull your hairs.
Shikha chided him.
Shikha- How old are you... Five???
A smile flickered on his lips. He continued with the matter on his hands again. When all her hairs was down, he gently combed it with his fingers.
She felt so soothed when he caressed her hair. She said with a pleasant moan.
Shikha- oh god. It feels like heaven.
Gangaputra was tongue-tied. What could he say?!
He then pinched some hairs from both the sides and fastened them with the golden pins.
His fingertip accidentally met her skin while doing it and she shivered by his touch.
Gangaputra- How is it .. is it too tight???
He asked concernedly over her hair. She shook her head and amazed.
Shikha- Why are you doing this Mahamahim work, Gangaputra. You are so multi-talented. Wow... My hair looks so good now. Thank you!
She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on his cheek without giving him the time to object.
Gangaputra was flabbergasted.
Gangaputra- What the... Are you mad?! What if anyone sees it?!
Shikha chuckled. Gangaputra is Gangaputra. His mouth was saying one thing but his eyes said another.
Shikha- Now that I'm ready. Let's go.
He was rooted on his place. She chimed childishly.
Shikha- We don't have all the day, Gangaputra. Let's go!!!
Gangaputra retorted sardonically.
Gangaputra- Yes. Your highness!
She laughed heartily.
And finally they left to go.
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