《Her Cursed Fate》8~|| Blooming Love ||
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Alaknandha banged into something hard loosing her balance. She closed her eyes tight waiting for the impact. She waited for the pain to consume her body but when she did not feel anything she slowly opened her eyes and looked at her savior's face. Her eyes met with a pair of light brown ones that she had been longing to see since the morning.
Duryodhana was fast enough to wrap his hands around her preventing her from falling. He looked at her face and saw her eyes closed with her lips forming a pout on her lips. Her lips looked so soft. He wanted nothing more than to crash his lips into her's. He saw her slowly opening her chocolate brown eyes. He felt like drowning in the warmness of her eyes.
"Can't you see where you are going?" It was Dussashan's shouts that brought them out of the trance. Clearing his throat Duryodhana made Alaknandha stand properly.
"Are you alright devi?" Duryodhana asked with concern in his voice. Alaknandha nodded her head.
"I am sorry yuvaraj I didn't see you coming. I am extemely sorry." Alaknandha said looking down.
"It's ok rajkumari." Duryodhana said looking at Alaknandha.
"Sorry bhrata its my fault I was chasing her and she did not see you comming and dashed into you." Dushala defended Alaknandha. Dushala knew her brother's short tempered nature and she didn't want Alaknandha to be his anger's victim.
"It's completely fine dushala. It's nothing serious." Duryodhana said not taking his eyes off Alaknandha.
The four of them stood there in an awkward silence. Alaknandha shifted from one leg to other as she felt Duryodhana's heated gaze on her. She decided to end the silence not liking the silence. She decided to move out of the room to give the sibilings some privacy.
"I will take my leave then." Nandha said and walked out of the room leaving behind the siblings.
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It was evening and everyone waas busy with wedding preperation. Alaknandha was roaming around the palace busy in the thoughts of someone with light brown eyes. She blushed as she remembered about what happened in dushala's room. She shook she head and scolded herself for thinking like that. He is the yuvraj of Hastinapur and he will never like someone who is simple looking as her. It is not good to think like that about someone else's husband.
Alaknandha was passing by the armoury when her eyes fell on the one who was practicing on the arena. She stopped in her tracks and stood there rooted to her place.
Alaknandha looked at Duryodhana who was practicing with his mace. His upper body was bare with sweat beads glistening down. She looked at his buldging muscles. That was sight for sore eyes. She gulped her saliva looking at him. She felt a sudden urge to trace her finger through his chest that was glistening with sweat.
Suddenly duryodhana turned around with his mace pointed at Alaknandha. She looked startled at the sudden moment. Her eyes widdened and her lips parted on its own account. She looked like a kid who was caught while stealing sweets. She didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth but no sound came out.
Duryodhan looked at the girl in front of him who was non other than Alaknandha. He thought it to be spy but was surprised when he saw her instead. He lowered his mace as saw her alarmed form. His eyes went to her parted lips. He felt a sudden urge to claim her lips with his. He tightened his grip on the maze as he realized what he just thought. He cleared his throat awkwardly looking at her.
"What are you doing here devi?" Duryodhana asked as he walked towards her.
"uh..I... was passing by.....when....I saw you practicing and.....and" Alaknandha stammered not knowing what to say.
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Duryodhana took a step forward making her to take a step back. He again moved forward for her to take a step backward. This continued till her back hit the wall. Duryodhana kept his both hand at her sides caging her between him and the wall. Seh looked at her both sides in an attempt to find an escape. Her eyes widened as she realized that she is trapped. She looked at duryodhana's face which was so close to her face. If she moved then their lips would touch. She stood there frozen not knowing what to do.
He bent his head and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder making her shiver in pleasure. She closed her eyes as she felt sparks of pleasure. A smirk appeared on his face as he saw her body responding to his touch. He traced his finger on her neck making her breathing rapid.
"Were you spying on me?" Duryodhana asked as her placed soft kisses on her neck.
"No..no.." She stammered affected by his kisses.
"Then what were doing here in the armoury?" Duryodhana asked slighlty biting the soft spot making a slight moan to escape.
"I...I..." It came out as a moan. She was unable to comprehend sentence because of his sweet torture.
Her moans were triggering something inside him. Her this moans are unleashing the beast inside him that he was trying hard to control around her. He took a deep breath inhaling her scent. She smelled like jasmin making him want to drown in her. She felt her knee weaken as her peppered kisses on her naked shoulder. She placed her hand on his shoulder to steady herself.
He lifted his head and looked at her. She had her eyes closed with her both cheeks red. She was breathing heavily her chest moving up and down. He cuped her face and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. He caressed her cheeks with his thump finger.
He brought her face close to his. Their lips were almost touching when their pyaar ka dushman (love's enemy) decided to enter the room.
"Bhrata here you are." a voice said making Alaknandha to push duryodhana away. He stumbled a bit before gaining his balance.
They looked at Dussashan and Karna who had just entered the Armoury. They looked at Nandha and Duryodhana who standing close to each other. They looked at duryodhana's face which had an irritated look while Nandha was looking down with her cheeks red. They looked at the couple with their mouth open. It was clear from duryodhana's face that they had inturepted at the wrong time.
Alaknandha ran out of the room before duryodhana could stop her. Duryodhana wanted nothing more than to kill the two for inturepting them. He was so close to kiss her but these two decided to inturept them. He wondered what would have happened if they had not inturepted him.
"Did we come at the wrong time mitr?" Karna asked in a teasing voice clearly understanding his friend's frustration.
"No" Duryodhana said gritting his teeth. Karna gave him a smirk telling him that he knew everything.
"Anyway why were you both searching for me?" Duryodhana asked as he wore his angvastra.
"Mamashree wants to talk about something serious. He asked us to call you." Dussashan replied looking at Duryodhana. Karna frowned at the mention of Gandhar raj.
"Come lets go." Duryodhana said looking rather serious now.
He walked out of the chamber with Dussashan and Karna trailing behind him.
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