Hey Shaktians! This is just a piece I conjured up. Have no idea where I am going with this but HaYa are too cute to not write about them. Have not written an ff in 5 years but hey nothing like HaYa had turned up. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1.
The night sky was illuminated with faint star light, the moon hidden in blankets of darkness. Soumya sat reminiscing about the events of the day, she had moved closer to the dilapidated wall a wide opening giving her access to the world she had been separated from. She was cold but Harman's sports jacket provided her with ample warmth. She had moved her head slightly to see him playing with the blue fabric she had tied on his wounded forearm, lost in thought. Soumya was struck with his sheer presence, what sort of a being is he, she had wondered. His fight with the chudails had begun replaying in her mind and she had shuddered at the very thought of their presence near her.
Harman had sensed her distress and had watched her cautiously, her fingers had started massaging her arms an act he realized she performed out of fear rather than the weather's affect on her. His fingers had inched towards her hand inadvertently and had brushed against hers. She had flinched at his touch her innocent honey brown eyes had lifted towards him momentarily, confused as his chocolate ones had stared at her staidly. "Darr kyun rahi ho main hun na" he had assured her gruffly his hand having retreated back to his makeshift bandage. Soumya's eyes had fluttered and he was yet again mesmerized by her beauteous face. She was a flower to him exquisite and ethereal in form and grace. He studied her as she lowered her long lashes, she was the most beautiful woman he had laid eyes on. Her face was milky smooth with a buttery complexion, her trembling lips were reminiscent of rose petals waiting to bloom, her lustrous hair tied in a neat plait had errant tendrils framing her soft cheeks.
"Bandi to tum ho phool jaisi" he had mused inwardly "pata nahin yeh sab macchar tum se kya chahte hain. Magar main bhi hero banda huun kuch honey nahin duunga tumko gulabo" . To her he had said aloud "Darr ke maarey neend to bhaag gayi hogi tumhari to ab aisa kero mujhey apne baarey main kuch batao". "Jee?" Soumya had queried "Haan jee" Harman had clarified. "Batao batao yeh macharon ki battalion kyun peeche pari hai tumhare, sirf tumhare hee peeche pari hai ya mirchi powder key bhi fans hain is toli main?" "Pata nahin jee" Soumya had replied unhappily. "Bachpan sey hii maa mujhey apne aas paas rakhti hain in key darr se. Kahin mujhey ley na jayein" "Tum koi lottery ka ticket ho jo ley jayeingey?" Harman was curious "Pata nahin jee" Soumya had replied dejectedly. "Lo kar lo galh" Harman had muttered "khud ki picture main khud ka role hee nahin pata. Khair koi galh nahin dekh lengey in villains ko bhi".
Soumya watched him mutter to himself under his breath, she found it odd for a full grown man to have conversations with himself but then again she had not been exposed to much of the world around her. This was her first time out without her mother by her side, protecting her from all that was evil. They had been trapped in that deserted warehouse , rather a remote corner of it. Harman had thought it best to outsmart the veiled women by staying put knowing full well that the police van outside would keep them at bay. Soumya's family along with the inspector had left for home and he had found a dark corner for them to hide in for the remainder of the night. He planned to make away on foot with Soumya before light.
Soumya saw him wince as he flexed his arm, her hand had lifted to his checking his bandage. As he gazed at her in awe she had caught fleeting glimpses of him, his continuous staring made her uncomfortable yet she did not deny him his view. She found him rather valiant and handsome. The fact that he considered her breathtakingly gorgeous made her feel giddy. She had never felt that way before. Who was he, she had wondered mutely. Yes he was a self-proclaimed hero and had proved it too with his daring rescue of her from her perpetrators getting wounded in the process. Yet no sign of pain had been displayed by him. He was rather good looking she had assessed with high cheek bones, arched lips, a broad forehead and straight nose he could pass for a hero. His hair was silken and was cut to style his perfectly chiseled look falling carelessly on his forehead. His shirt was strained against his muscles and toned torso. Maybe that is how all heroes look like Soumya had determined, placing him in the Good category. To her life was her home, her mother and her younger sister nothing outside of it. Little had she known the handsome stranger sitting next to her would soon change all that she had known about life.
Chp 2 pg 2.
Chp 3 pg 4.
Chp 4 pg 6.
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