Aadhya's P.O.V~
Last night dropped a sour taste on both of our tongues. He violated his boundaries, and I came off slightly too harshly on him as well. Which subsequently drove me to feel convicted. So, when he apologized this morning, I accepted it. Although I'm still a little pissed.
His atonement might've cleaned the air between us, but not his pointing eyes and my provoked fury. "I never realized you were this terrible at archery," I remark as I stride into the part of the patio where males retain their free time through sports and females through watching the archery competition.
Ladies rest under a pavilion, chattering on a gentle pallet, besieged by attendants, fruits, and chills sending frosty brews. Sun gleams, dazzling my eyes as I seek where Prashant's standing with other male guests.
"You haven't changed. Have you?" He pleasantly speaks, greeting me with his tender eyes.
"Why change when you can be better?" He chuckles as he halts the bow, including, "is it the thought? Then have you grown into a good archer? Last time we met, you were appalling."
"Is that so?" Aarav adds, walking to both of us. He was hailed by his uncle for an urgent consultation. He returned quicker than I foresaw. "You never told me you practiced archery." He points at me with his demanding eyes, stopping right beside us.
His smile looks peculiar and odd. "You never asked, my prince." I mildly reply with reverence, but he recognizes I'm mocking him.
"Oh, you should most definitely look at it now Prince, how terrible she is." Prashant chuckles as he employs Aarav on the sidelines.
How did he settle to squander his time on me? "Alright then, I'll show you what I meant when I said I've become better." Prashant chuckles more when I appeal for a little guidance.
I'm not positive about holding this since I've never held a bow before. But I was champion in darts, so I imagine myself to be better than Prashant.
Aarav's P.O.V~
I feel my heart twitch and sting as Prashant covers his hands around Aadhya. He's awfully close, unnecessary just to instruct her. And why did she never mention being fond of archery? I would've taught her myself.
She gleams along with him and when he's helped her adequately, she draws the arrow. She virtually seems like a well-taught archer and charges right into the heart of the red spot on the wooden log.
How? She never even informed me about archery, let alone she's become better at it. When did this happen? Prashant beams, astonished and honored by her while I speculate about so many subjects right now.
I don't admire how warm they are to each other. We practically fought because of this specific reason and she challenged me about my sentiments for her.
I was positive when I admitted to having hateful feelings for her, yet what I feel right now is inconveniently the opposite. Thank God! They are separated after the mid-day meal or I might've splashed some honorifics on Prashant.
But this doesn't break here. I had to witness their concealed or maybe growing, admiration for each other. On the supper table, in the garden, during any gathering, or even in the morning.
