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so finally Michi are alive........... that s great 👏👏👏
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Neev getting jealous .........😉😉 that s so cute😊 aise scenes aur bhi daalna ok 😆😆😆
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waiting for d next part 😊
The shouts and screams just seemed to add to the din the various drums were making, as around fifty tribals and over a hundred villagers gathered around in the ring. Scantily clad women swayed their hips to a music only they could hear as they swirled around the participants of the Sun Dance forming a perfect circle around them, probably to keep the crowd back…and most possibly to distract them from their thoughts of the excruciating pain about to be inflected on them.
His stomach turning over at the description of the event being given to him by the tribal Chief Hukama with much pride, Milind tried to keep his thoughts focused only on the villagers all around him, his gaze searching for the only face that mattered. Damn his foot! If only he could have walked without having to consistently sit down lest he open his wound, he would have found out about his wife hours back!
"It pleases me immensely that I have someone I can converse with in my mother's language, after her untimely demise years back," the Chief was saying, running a thoughtful hand over his scraggly beard as his watchful eyes took in his guest's obvious distraction.
"That's good to hear," Milind replied absently, his attention on a woman with long hair who was cheering the participants, her back to him. Realizing that his wife would hardly be the one to scream herself hoarse especially when she knew people were worried about her, he dismissed the woman.
"Is there anyway I can assist you, Your Royal Highness?"
"No, I can manage," Milind replied automatically, with a heavy dose of impatience at being interrupted again. Then it dawned on him that the Chief had used his title without him having revealed his true identity! His gaze snapped to meet the amused ones of the Chief.
"Apparently, I have been underestimated again," he told him, sighing and shaking his head, the hint of a smile still crinkling the corners of his eyes. Seeing the wariness taking over Milind's expression, he told him shortly. "You do not think we would care to know the details of the kingdoms surrounding ours, especially when it's necessary for our continuing good health?"
"Since you don't make a habit of acting as the perfect hosts so often, perhaps you would like to cut short this farce and get to the point," Milind said bluntly, his eyes taking on a warning glint, as the peculiarity of the scene in front of him became clear in his mind. Tribals weren't known for their hospitality and preferred their seclusion. They were possessive people who considered the various secrets surrounding their tribe solely their own…and yet, a hoard of villagers had been invited to view a private ceremony which was of utmost importance to them. Yet he had been invited to stay as long he wished and been made to feel as comfortable as possible.
The Chief's expression underwent a swift change as all traces of amusement vanished from his face. "I gather we have been entertaining you long enough, Your Royal Highness," he said smoothly. "And you owe us for saving your life as well as…"
At his raised brow, he complied immediately, "…of someone you hold dear."
His fist collided with the Chief's face before he could say anything more, sending him sprawling to the floor. Spears leveled on his heart restrained him from following his earlier impulse of beating him to a pulp.
His eyes flashing dangerously, he bit out, "What did you do to my wife?"
Raising his head from the ground, the Chief wiped a spot of blood at the corner of his mouth, his expression betraying his annoyance. With a motion of his hand, he waved his loyal tribals aside, and stood up. "Nothing."
With no one to restrict him, Milind took another threatening step towards him, not caring if he got a spear in his back in the process. The Chief extended a hand towards him to stop him from advancing any closer and began quickly, "We haven't done anything to your wife. I just meant that you owed us for saving your life and as well as the woman's. Anahita told me that you search for her, and I feel very surprised that she has not reached here yet. Nevertheless, whether you find her or not, you do owe us a service for saving your lives."
Seeing the defeated expression on Milind's face as he realized that his search was far from over, he pressed home his point eagerly. "Your honour demands that!"
"Spit it out," he told him unenthusiastically, managing to sit down again without wincing.
Sparing a glare for their audience, the Chief looked pointedly at a tall dark man alongside him and he in turn signaled for the commencement of the Sun Dance. Drums began to beat furiously and the women, who had been staring with interest at the altercation taking place, began to resume their dancing with more energy. Slowly the crowd turned to watch the happenings of the age old practice, many of whom were watching it for the first time…and most likely, the last.
"You have to be jesting!"
"No, I'm not!" Neev said patiently, gesturing towards the space on the ground a bit away from the fire but not far enough to deny them its warmth. "You are sleeping with me."
A look of comical disbelief was plastered on Ayesha's face as her gaze shifted from his determined expression to the space on the ground. She glared at Rajeev who was trying unsuccessfully to hide his amusement at the scene being played out in front of him since they had decided to camp for the night…with only two blankets and a fire to support them.
"Tu pagal ho gaya hai kya? I'm not going to sleep with you!" she almost stamped her foot in irritation this time. The very idea was preposterous!
"Ayesha," Neev snapped, his patience at an end. "There are only two blankets and I need you to be close so that I can protect you if there happens to be an attack again!"
"Why can't I sleep with Rajeev then?" she asked just to be perverse, beginning to see sense in what he was suggesting though unwilling to admit it. She saw his features harden just before his hand clasped her arm in a painful grip.
"You would like that, huh?" His voice was dangerously low as he dragged her towards his chosen space on the ground none too gently. "But do I need to remind you that I'm your betrothed?"
"I'm trying to forget that!" she shouted, too angry to be intimidated by the rage emanating from him. She tried to jerk away from him but found his grip to be too strong…and painful. "Take your hands off me, damn you! Being my betrothed does not give you leave to manhandle me!"
An unpleasant laugh escaped him as he thrust her away from him. "You would be surprised at how much leave my being your betrothed grants me. You are under my control, Ayesha, though I haven't taken advantage of my power over you yet," he told her smugly, feeling his rage fading away at the look of stupefaction on her lovely face. "Didn't you know that much being a Princess? Hmm, but then you are Her Royal Highness in name only."
"And you are a perpetual jerk!" she retorted hotly, turning away to hide the hurt his words caused. True, she had never tried to learn everything about being a Princess seeing as how she had never had any inclination to fulfill the duties that came with the title. She had dropped all of them into the capable hands of her sister and had preferred to learn only those skills that would help her to ensnare a husband of her choice and make her socially popular.
Now finding herself forced into a bond of mutual dislike and being the talk of the whole Kingdom as the evil Princess who forced her sweet sister into matrimony to a man she had been obligated to marry, she did not appreciate being reminded of her shortcomings at a time when she was deeply regretting her impulsive decisions.
"Why do you anger him so?" Rajeev's deep calm voice penetrated her thoughts. She turned back to find Neev gone, probably to gather more firewood and Rajeev standing in front of her with a frown marring his handsome features. "He is your betrothed, you know."
"So?" she asked haughtily, tossing her heavy hair behind her back. "You both act as if that makes him my lord or my master!"
Looking vaguely uncomfortable, he nodded. "Actually…In a way, he is…"
She flashed him an amused glance as she bent to pick up the blankets. "You believe that I would let him lord over me? Or do you believe in the principle that men are the masters of women and hence the women must bend to their will?"
Grinning, he took the blanket she offered to him. "Neither," he told her, his amber eyes glowing in the firelight. "I know you can hold your own with him and rest assured, I do not believe that we are masters of such beautiful creations as women. Hum bas yeh batana chahte hain that he has complete control over you as your betrothed in absence of your father. He can do whatever he wishes to do to you or make you do whatever he wants you to do, and no one will take into consideration your views on the subject."
Her mood spoiled again, she demanded, "And you will do nothing to stop him, right?"
"Absolutely," he replied playfully, receiving a friendly punch on the arm in return. "Waise tumhe fikar karne ki zarurat nahi…I know Neev. He wouldn't do anything objectionable, only you aren't likely to share my views at that time."
"Tera kehne ka matlab kya hai?" she asked impatiently, sitting down cross legged on her space on the ground and turning her hands towards the fire to warm them.
"Find your limit with him and don't anger him beyond that."
Before he could say anything more, Neev walked into the camp and dumped a load of firewood near a tree. With a wink at Ayesha, Rajeev turned towards his chosen spot, quite a few feet away from the fire and lied down facing away from them.
Hardly sparing her a glance, Neev sat down beside her and pulled the blanket over them both. Ayesha stared determinedly at the fire as warmth that had nothing to do with the fire seeped through her when his knee brushed hers. Reluctantly she lay down beside him, turning her face away from him.
What had she got herself into? She didn't want to marry Neev! She didn't want to keep fighting everything and everyone because she was so afraid to care, to feel the hurt when a heart is broken… when trust is lost… She didn't want all that! All she had wanted was to marry a person she could grow to like but who wouldn't expect anything from her, who would let her do as she pleased.
She had wanted to pay her father back for the hurt and rejection her mother must have felt. In some corner of her heart, she had always believed that he was the one responsible for her death. He was the reason she had never got to know her own mother. And she never wanted to make the same mistakes. Love a person who could never love her back! Who would eventually break her heart! She wasn't her mother, and she wasn't going to let herself be that vulnerable ever, she thought resolutely. She would protect her heart. No one would ever get that close to her!
She held her breath as Neev stirred beside her and quickly squeezed her eyes shut. She felt him pull the blanket over her and brush a lock of her hair away from her forehead. Trying not to blush as she could actually feel his eyes on her, she stayed motionless.
"Sleep well, vixen."
With that she heard him lie back down and slowly opened her eyes, her gray orbs troubled. His voice hadn't been mocking as usual when he called her 'vixen'…in fact it had been so husky and soft that he made it seem like an endearment. And she wasn't going to think about what it did to her senses!
Exasperated with herself, she tried to capture the sleep that seemed to dance beyond her reach for a long time. And when it did finally come, she only dreamt about a certain Prince with dark laughing eyes.
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hey guys, sorry for not updating for such a long long time! ill try to update more often, and to make things ill make things a bit more quicker 😉 hope u liked this chapter though there r no michi scenes here but i somehow wanted to focus more on ayesha because i miss her so much on the show!!!! she was one of my favourites and i simply love her! 😭 wish she could come back on the show...sigh.
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