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Absorbing Her Darkness

Love is "Growing Together". Love is "Realizing that a flaw makes each other perfect." Love has countless definitions. Reveal the defi…. PROLOGUE The story takes place in the beautiful Indian cEKANSHity of Dehradun. It is the twisted romance of BHAIRAVI (aka AARNA). The novel explores college life! Here, Bhairavi changed her name to hide her identity. Her code name is Aarna. Why? Let's take a look together. The story will be told from the point of view of both main actors. Sometimes also the author's point of view. You will be informed about the POV at the beginning of each chapter. As I am busy with my college and studies, parts will be published every alternate day including Sunday. [The characters and plot are only the author's imagination. No one is harmed in the real world.] PROLOGUE: (flash of what happens later in the story, it changes fate all) Author's POV: She walked quietly through the dark corridor of the college. She didn't want to leave. She loved the city. She loved the people who live here. She loved the air and everything! Since the electricity had been cut off, it was completely dark. It also thundered. She could hear her ankles jingling as she moved. She wore a floral print skirt and a flat crop top, leaving her dark brown hair down to her upper waist. She was forcefully heading to the administrative office to collect her TC. A tear welled up in her eye because no she wanted to go back to her past life. She hated it. And after coming to this city, she hated it even more. She walked slowly and wiped her tears with her left hand. “BHAIRAVI!!”, someone called from behind. She stood motionless as thoughts clouded her mind. No. No one can know who I am. I don't want them to know my real name. That will make it harder for me.. She turned with an absent mind. Like her she answered the name, the person in front of her having just been confirmed in her true identity. Her eyes were full of tears, so she couldn't see the person clearly. She focused the torchlight on him. Ekansh. who else would it be? He stared at her. He had no idea of ​​her pain. She had always been a mystery to him. And he loved mysteries. So he wanted to solve it. He never gives up until he finds his roots. And he managed to find the roots of this mystery. “Bhairavi,” he said calmly, this time slowly pacing back and forth towards her. "How do you know my real name?" she asked as her heart rate rose. He was standing very close to her. His face tilted parallel to hers. The gap was less than a few centimeters. She shivered as her eyes caught his. He grabbed her waist with his left hand to erase the remaining gap. She was breathing hard because she was tired from crying. And now his actions made her knees buckle. “I love you Bhairavi,” he said, stroking her cheek with his right thumb. She didn't know how to answer. She didn't want one more thing to be added to the list she had to leave behind. When she didn't answer, he realized she was in pain. Now he could only see her tears flowing faster. He lowered his face slightly to capture her lips. Sometimes falling in love is the easiest thing. How far would you go to save it?

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Chapter 44

Bhairavi's POV:

He prefers to joke.

I looked at him in the mirror.

"What? I'm serious!", he smiled.

I started throwing things I could get my hands on. I also threw in a bottle of fragrance. Today is my coronation day and yeh bandar is literally driving me crazy. I kept throwing out my makeup products, brushes, rollers and everything. He danced to avoid them.

"Bhairavi, listen!"

"Listen to what? The story about you draping the sari."

your girlfriend?!" There was nothing else left to throw at him. So I started punching him in the chest.

"Calm down."

"How many girlfriends did you have in Ekanshi?"

"Including or excluding you?" he asked after thinking for a moment.

"You chose death today. Huh?", I continued pounding my fist into his chest.

He held my hands, "Why does it matter? You're the one."

the one with whom I see my entire future."

It distracted me for a second, yeah.

"Don't dodge my question Ekansh" I said stepping on my makeup brush losing my balance.

Of course he tried to pin me, although he also stepped on something. I fell to the wooden floor with him on top of me.

I closed my eyes thinking I was going to hurt my back

very bad.

I felt no pain. That's because he covered my back with his hands.

I opened my eyes to see his worried face.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a concerned voice

I nodded slightly.

He gently removed my hands for me to rest

on the wooden floor slowly.

His eyes darkened now. He hovered above

I'll be caged between his arms with an intensifying look.

"Do you really care about the number? Not mine."

love?" he spoke with his eyes boring into mine. I swallowed my dry throat. Did I hurt him?

Shouldn't I be the one to feel bad?

The next thing he said made me even more guilty.

"You have no idea about old Eky. He was a spoiled rich man."

a guy who wanted a girlfriend for bending his popularity and bed. The Eky you see now is dead across from him. Part of me wants to rip your clothes off every time I see you, love every inch of your body. And my love for you is stopping me!" he said in a growing voice.

"My heart tells me to wait for the right time because you are the right person. Why don't you get it?"

Our hot breaths mingled with each other.

He smirked and moved away. Then he started

pick up the scattered things that were lying on the floor

one after another. I tried to keep my balance on my leg

with this strongly insane ghagra. I looked down to adjust

my skirt and I saw my blouse slide down a bit revealing more of it.

I quickly adjusted my blouse and saw Ekansh

simply arrange all the items back on the dressing

table. He didn't even try to look at my body

the whole time he was hovering over me. His

eyes were constantly fixed on mine.

"First of all, I don't even know how to drape a sari.

When I was little, I often played with my mother's dupatta. Once she showed me how to pleat a dupatta when she saw my curiosity. And that's all I've learned." He spoke without looking me in the eye.

He put the dupatta on me and tucked it to a

side of my ghagra after i got my bike.

He made me sit on the toilet seat and started

brushing my hair.

"Now don't ask me how I know to braid your hair. he remarked coldly.

"Sorry." I apologized and looked down.

"Don't do it. It was my fault too. I shouldn't have joked." he said, lifting my chin and giving me a genuine smile that put me at ease.

"By the way, I'm not that great at makeup. You should ask someone else."

"No. I like to do it myself."

After he did the makeup with the hair, he made me wear it

earrings and a huge collar over the neck and anklets and bracelets and what not.

"God, how are you even carrying this weight?? I can't."

even imagine that." he said shaking his head.

"It's kind of fun though. I laughed.

When we had done everything, we went to the Throne

hall.

I stopped shaking when Ekansh was with me

every second. He held my hand tightly as we walked.

He kept checking the app on the device.

"What is it?"

"Software that detects if something is wrong." he replied coldly.

And the nervousness returned to me when I remembered Sourav.

I didn't realize when we arrived at the ancient hall.

It is only open for special occasions or ceremonies. They kept the original architecture. Today it is decorated with various lotus flowers.

When we walked in, I noticed my parents were sitting on it

throne with a proud charming smile.

My dad is not from any royal background

Ekansh. Mom belongs to the royal family.

Fortunately, the ancient queen married a normal

citizens and ruled together and broke several laws.

Since then, there have been no forced marriages.

I looked at Ekansh who is least interested in being one

the next king.

I climbed the stairs that led to the throne.

Mom and Dad got up from the throne together.

Dad kissed my forehead, "Our princess is ready

to be the next queen."

I smiled nervously.

Pandit il chanted some mantra and blessed

bracelets.

These bracelets are made up of emeralds and diamonds handed down from generation to generation. It belongs to the first ever Queen of Jodhpur.

Mom made me wear it and a lone tear escaped

from my eyes The bracelets fit me perfectly

wrist.

And everyone started shouting for joy.

"Maharani Bhairavi ki jai!"

I don't like listening to it. I hate this treatment. No other

choice. I have to accept that I am the queen now.

I looked at Ekansh. He said "I love you" and

he clapped merrily with each one.

Mom held my hand and sat me on the throne

saying,

"The throne deserves you as you deserve it

it.