Aarav's P.O.V~
"You wish to recall what happened? Hold this. This might benefit you." Her grin and peculiar words still tweak my heart along with the skittish path.
The stallion neighs with the noises of its feet accompanying Aadhya's carriage advancing toward me.
The wooden sides are defending me from any abuse, but is it saving me from my mind? I still speculate about what took place that night. I'm puzzled like never.
The smooth chunni (a velvety lengthy portion of the cloth, worn around Indian suits or dresses.) does chime a flicker of consciousness from that night, but nothing is distinct.
All I recall is her prevailing hands, words, and lips. The flash image of her kissing my neck keeps on playing in my mind when swiftly the stallions stop.
"We're here!" The carriage rider reports, yielding as I walk out from the carriage.
We were sitting in separate carriages because we were still simply bothered by each other. I remain outside her carriage to help her out when she debuts. She represents such a ghastly smile.
"Why are you grinning like that?" I inquire under my breath, stepping as she holds my arm. "Did you figure it out?" I shouldn't have asked.
I see my cousins standing along with my uncle and aunt. They beam at me with pure delight but worried at Aadhya.
"They look worried." She boosts, sounds like an affront, but hugs them with honor. How is her memory so sound? I just informed her who's who? I can not believe that her remembrance is washed off.
They all embrace us, offering us every sweet possible. From Jalebi to Barfi. Aadhya agrees to eat one or two as we both sit closely in a hall as big as a playground, adorned as a bride itself with the fragrance of a thousand flowers.
My aunty ogles at us, buzzing to me how beautiful my to-be bride is. Only if they were aware of her true character.
After a hundred mockeries of my cousins, we take off for our chambers. But why does Prashant stand afar, gawking at both of us, but chiefly her?
She still maintains the same smile as we walk to our chambers, adding, "I respect you for fabricating your affection for me. It's an excellent trick to show how powerful we are." How does she?
I never foresaw her understanding of this strategy. "It's necessary to establish the upper hand in front of everyone so they will not take you for granted. It's good that you withheld our vulnerability." I scowl at her with sheer confusion as she further adds, right before going inside her chamber.
"And figure it out. What happened that night? I can't stand you asking me the same question again and again. Notably, with that failed face." She even knows about my defeat in this.
Aadhya's P.O.V~
Thank God! We're allowed separate chambers, or I would've assassinated him or myself. But why are our chambers next to each other?
Anyhow, it's a marvelous bedroom, unlike the one in his mansion. The window with the secured sitting steps beside my bed is so consoling. An excellent spot to gawk at the world outside, to feel the sunny breeze when my mind's dazed, and a suitable place where I'd love to read for hours.
