Abhimanyu was just waiting for nightfall to sneak out from his room. Avoiding the eyes of numerous guards and maids, he headed towards the room of his love only to find Revati's handmaid sitting there like an owl guarding the room. Frustrated, Abhimanyu banged his head against a pillar dramatically.

"Why only me? Is she gifted with magical powers to stay awake or what? The only villain in my love," he huffed angrily, and went on searching another way to see his Sashi.

Estimating the position of Vatsala's room, he finally stood looking at a balcony filled with creepers of white flowers around. He was left with no other way than reaching her from the balcony. He heaved out a sigh, picked up a little stone, and threw it inside the balcony.

Vatsala was startled by the arrival of the stone from nowhere. She was also waiting to find out some way to sneak out to meet Abhimanyu, but her plans were terribly spoiled by that old handmaid.

"Who can even dare to throw stones at my room? Here I am dying with my stuffs of worries, and people are playing with me. Who the hell is that?" Vatsala stormed towards the balcony with her rants.

She was elated to see Abhimanyu there.

"Bhava!" Her face grew brighter.

"Come down, let's go," he urged.

"Where? Impossible! Champa is right outside. If she finds me going out, she would complain to my mother, then she would kill me for sure. I won't come," Vatsala refused.

"Will you come down, or shall I come there?" Abhimanyu asked sternly, tying his angavastra around his waist.

"No no, wait. Don't be that stubborn, Bhava," Vatsala pouted.

"I don't have wings, Bhava. How should I come down? Shall I jump or what?" she scolded him.

"Jump down, I will catch you," he said.

"No, I don't believe you," she refused again. Abhimanyu was pissed off.

"You've got sarees or curtains over there. Use that and come down now. Or else, I am coming up, that's all," he declared.

Vatsala stamped her feet and pulled out a nice saree of hers and tied it to the railings of the balcony and climbed down from her room with its help. Abhimanyu then caught her waist and safely landed her on her feet. Vatsala sighed.

"All because of that Champa. This old sparrow!" she huffed.

Abhimanyu rolled his eyes and caught her wrist. "We are getting late," he dragged her with him. It was a full moon day, and on this day, Abhimanyu and Vatsala would meet each other and spend time together watching the moon.

"It has been two weeks since we met. Do you even bother about that? No, you are worried about Champa only," Abhimanyu scolded as they reached an isolated Parnashala.

"Relax now. Will you keep wasting time with these stuffs now?" Vatsala embraced him.

Abhimanyu smiled and hugged back. They sat down facing each other, Vatsala tried her best to hide her blush. Both sat watching the moon, which peeped through those slender branches.

"Full moon is beautiful, Sashi, but his appearance when he peeps out like this is more than beautiful," he said and looked at Vatsala, who smiled at him. He moved her curls away from her forehead and planted a soft kiss.

"Show some shy or blushing gesture, Shashi! I love to see that," Abhimanyu pouted.

"After the wedding," Vatsala pecked his fluffed cheeks.

Abhimanyu frowned and opened the sac, which was clinging to his waist, and pulled the board of Chowka bara. Vatsala smiled, and they sat playing that game of dice.

"Hey, no cheating," he glared at Vatsala, who tried to move her token a few more steps ahead than the number she got. Abhimanyu rolled his dice and removed one more token of Vatsala. He clapped his hands with glee. Vatsala sat admiring his happiness.

"Can you imagine how grand our wedding would be?" Vatsala asked curiously.

"Oh my god! Rajanandini Vatsala, the dear sister of lakhs and lakhs of brothers and also the one and only daughter of Mighty Balarama. How can I, a mere commoner, imagine her grand wedding, Princess? That's too far from my imagination," Abhimanyu said dramatically.

Vatsala stood up with an angry pout. She hated Abhimanyu considering himself lesser in status than her, even as a joke.
"Come down," Abhimanyu repeated.

"I am going back," she tried to stand up only to be pulled back by Abhimanyu.

"It was a joke, my queen. Okay, sorry, I won't repeat it ever again," he comforted her.

"We are not different individuals. Whatever is mine is yours too, and your everything is mine. Should I teach this every single day?" It was Vatsala's turn to scold Abhimanyu.

"Okay, okay, relax, queen," he pinched her waist playfully.

"Ah! You!" Vatsala slapped him on his shoulder.

The game of dice went on, and Abhimanyu had the upper hand.

"Bored with this now. No mood to play," Vatsala kept the dice aside with a frown.

"Don't do this, Sashi. Every time you say the same thing when I am at the verge of winning. Take the dice and play," he was clearly frustrated.

"Listen to my words first." Vatsala kept the board aside and made Abhimanyu lie down on his back and adjusted herself next to him. He smiled.

"Our wedding should be the most memorable one for everyone. Everyone in our family should bless us on that day. Your parents, my parents, brothers, everyone should celebrate our wedding. People should remember our marriage as long as the sun and the moon remain. The moment when you will become mine forever, I should look at you proudly saying that I own the whole world now. I have so many dreams of us, you know," Vatsala said with dreamy eyes.

Abhimanyu giggled and pulled her closer by her waist.

"But Sashi, once after we get married, we must stay in the same room. Then we won't get the wonderful feel of being desperate to see each other. What about that?" he asked, pulling her nose.

"Umm, let's do one thing. I shall keep Champa as my maid and ask her not to let you in at any cost. Problem solved," Vatsala grinned.

"You and your intelligence, vah!" Abhimanyu facepalmed.

Vatsala just ignored his rants and hugged him with a bright smile.

"One more trouble, Sashi. You should do my work then! You should look after my everything. What about that?" he asked again.

"I know very well that you won't trouble me. Or else I will complain to my brother," Vatsala said, wearing an innocent face.

Abhimanyu sighed, but he failed to hold back his smile.

"After all, our wedding is already decided and on top of that, we got married in childhood only, right? We are husband and wife already," Vatsala chuckled.

Abhimanyu's favorite incident in his memory was the toy wedding play of his childhood. That was his evergreen sweet memory.

"War may take place. If anything happens to me, then you return to Dwaraka only, Sashi. Your brother will take care of you with love. If you stay happy, then I will be happy," Abhimanyu said and expected a sad frown on her face.

"No. I won't return to Dwaraka. My brother will be sad too. You do whatever you want, Bhava, but I will keep following you like a shadow forever. You can't get rid of me easily," she grinned.

Abhimanyu pecked her nose and smiled at her. He wondered how he just can't stop loving his Shashi.

Vatsala watched Abhimanyu's face for a while and crept closer to him. He just tightened his grip around her and watched the sky again.

"Svami," Vatsala mumbled, which startled Abhimanyu.

"What!" He exclaimed.

"Svami," she said again, avoiding eye contact with him.

He made her look at him. "Once more," he said.

Vatsala just chuckled and hid her face in his chest, overcome with shyness. They spent a few more moments together in that Parnashala.

"Get up now, Sashi, we must go back," Abhimanyu said, standing up. He stretched his body twice and helped Vatsala to stand.

"Me lazy to walk," she grinned and jumped on his back, hugging him.

Abhimanyu shook his head and walked towards Vatsala's balcony, carrying her on his back.

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