Kunwarsa Agastya cupped my cheek.
I tried to pull my face back out of shame, but he smiled.
“Vivah bhi karti ho humse aur prem bhi karogi,”“You marry me and will also love me,” he teased, making me blush hard.
As I took a step away, he held my hand, but I stayed back.
He raised his brows in question.“What?”
I waited until everyone had walked out of the chamber and shook my head.
We then walked side by side. And once everyone disappeared from sight, I took his hand and stopped him in the middle of the empty hallways.
“Ab hum kya karenge?”(What will I do now?) I asked, caught in the storm of anxiousness.
Everyone was there. What would Daadi-sa have thought? What would King Abhinandan have thought about me? I mean, they would’ve thought of me as someone who had an affair with him.
“Kya arth hai kya karogi? Jo sab kar rahe hain: khush raho, janamdiwas manao,”“What do you mean by what will you do? Do what everyone’s doing: be happy and celebrate the birthday,” he said, and my jaw clenched hard.
How could he be so calm about it? The whole family found out about us, not us, but about the broken bed and the bet.
Yes, the bet!
Oh My God. The BET!
My eyes widened. I had to fulfil the bet.
“Kun... Kunwar-sa, humein kuch kaarya smaran hua hai,”“Kun... Kunwar-sa, I just remembered, I have some work.”
His brows creased as I tried to get out of his hold.“Kintu hua kya?”“But, what happened?” he asked.
I looked around, noticing the attendants watching us. Even Ranaji was not too far from us.
“Sab dekh rahe hain, Kunwar-sa,”“Everyone is watching, Kunwar-sa,” I muttered, and he instantly pulled me closer.
My shoulder crashed into his chest. His nose flared in fury.
“Sab log kya sochenge?”“What will they think?” I tried to explain.
I stared into his green eyes, which turned slightly darker as he said.“Kuch bhi sochein,”“Whatever they wish.”
I gulped nervously and tried to pull my hand back. This was not normal. This was not how we were supposed to behave. I mean, how could he hold my hand in front of everyone? What would they think of us?
“Kunwar-sa, please leave my hand, everyone’s watching us,” I whispered.
“Aadhi patni to ho hi humaari, ab poori hone wali ho. Hum sabke saamne tumhaara haath pakdein, kamar pakdein, ya poora ka poora tumhe pakdein, kon rokega humein?”“You’re already my half wife and going to be full sooner. I can hold your hand, your waist or even the whole of you. Who will dare stop me?” His words made me feel a whirlwind in my stomach.
I clenched my jaw.
How could he say that?
And, as we stared into each other’s eyes with hushed rage, fighting for dominance, his gaze suddenly softened, and he let go of my hand.
“Forget it,” he muttered, stepping back and walking away.
I gulped, watching him go, gritting my teeth in anger. He was so stubborn; he couldn’t even listen to me for once. He only wants what he wants.
And now he was angry.
