At the same time, somewhere in the West, a man wearing a turban on his head covering his dark hair was kneeling on the floor. He was wearing a servant's uniform, white Kurta-pyjama with a yellow belt on his waist. There was a scabbard hanging on his waist, but it was empty, and the sword was missing from it.
The man was holding that sword in his hands while kneeling respectfully. His body was shivering but he still maintained his bow. There was silence in the whole room and the atmosphere seems to be heavy. The servants standing in the corner can't even dare to breathe loudly as they were afraid they might offend their master.
In front of the kneeling servant was sitting a dashing young Prince on a traditional sofa. He had a dark expression on his face and was playing with the dagger in his hands.
"Hukum-sa, it was my failure that they escaped. I...deserve death." The servant who was kneeling said with his eyes lowered and hands trembling.
"At least you have self-awareness." The master of the servant, the Prince said indifferently, and without even looking at his figure, he ordered, "Rana, take him away."
As soon as Somya and Varun reached her house, she pulled him in. He tried to trick her by saying that he would go to the hospital from here, but she wasn't buying his words. In the end, they both reached her room, and Somya was right now pacifying the angry friend of her while patting him.
"Why, Baby? Don't you like your Handsome Chocolate Brother?" she asked, pointing at the leaning figure of Varun at the door. "I admit that he is a fickle, arrogant man, but he has a golden heart. So be good, baby," she whispers sweetly to Rocky and kisses his fur.
'Woof Woof'
'You don't understand, girl! He isn't what you think he is! He is a bloody cheater. He is full of mysteries. Throw him out of our house, please!' But Rocky's pleas were left unanswered, and he had to quietly stand there watching as his master treats the wound of this unwelcomed intruder.
Varun notices that her room was a bit changed, and it looks like it's been painted, must be for her marriage.
As soon as he remembered the scumbag, a smirk appeared on Varun's lips. If Ansh still tried to pull tricks on her, or if he refuses to annul his engagement with her, then he had a whole bunch of wedding gifts prepared for him. He actually wanted Ansh to act that way so that he can get a chance to shoo him away entirely from Somya's life.
From his sources, he got to know that Ansh had a crafty personality, full of evil. And Varun can't let anyone like that stay near her, so either Ansh sides himself or he would give Ansh his special treatment.
Somya gets the first aid kid and sits on her bed with the 'patient'.
"Now, show me your hand."
Varun knew there is no escape now, so he quietly brings his hand forward for her.
"Oh my God!" Somya gasps loudly after getting a closer view of his injury. The scab was too deep, and his hand was all wet with dried blood.
Her emotions, which she finally got a hold of, were again going out of control. This time she really can't help herself, and tears started flowing from her deep eyes. She lowered her head to hide then and continued disinfecting his wounds.
She was dabbing the cotton so softly that Varun felt like a feather was brushing on his hand. "Use a little more force," he instructed her, and she obeyed. But she was still afraid of hurting him, so she kept blowing gently on his hand in between the treatment.
Varun was experiencing a new sensation in his body from her soft blows, and he suddenly started feeling hotter. He was in trouble now!
She was gently holding his hand while dabbing the ointment on it while he was trying to ignore her touch by counting sheeps in his mind. Finally, the torture ended for him when she neatly wrapped his hand with gauze. When she raised her head to say something, only then did he notice the glistening tears in her eyes. He froze. Something sharp pierced his heart.
She got up to put the medicine box away, but Varun pulled her hand, and due to his sudden jerk, she landed on his chest.
Now it's Somya's turn to feel hot. She doesn't know what to do and just stood there like a statue.
Her mind teamed up with her heart and left her alone to deal with this situation. She had a look on her face which suggests that someone has just pressed the pause button on her. Her system is no more responding!
Varun was conscious of his doings and more or less was aware of its effect on her. But still, he shamelessly held her firmly in his embrace. The pain that he felt a while ago in his heart disappeared the moment she came near him, and he felt a new refreshing sensation spreading inside him. It traveled from his hand where he held her hand to his limbs and slowly towards his heart. The peace he felt now was heavenly for him, and he didn't want anything else other than to stay like this forever. He wishes to freeze the time!
~Hug me
And I promise
I'll hug you back~