CHARACTERS

Krishna

Satyabhaamaa

Dwarka

"Is this supposed to be hilarious from any angle?"  Krishna's luminous irises trailed up towards the lady inches across him, the bridge of his nose pinching as he pressed his lips into a thin line. As tender as it could be, those fingers marked with weapons appeared even downy than a lotus petal as it brushed along her palm meticulously. With another wave of titter from her side, it was being arduous for Krishna to hold back his, "Really Bhaame?"

"What?" Satyabhaamaa tried to press back her lips from erupting into a smile while her husband pursued the application of turmeric paste over the sharp slash she had observed on her finger. The searing string of the kite had done its task than evening, but she didn't even realize the blood dripping from her digits unless Krishna released his own kite instantly and grabbed her palm in his own with a disquieting gaze. 

Before she could utter even a word more, she found herself being tagged along towards her chamber. Krishna knew about her thousand protests that she could do it herself, so all he did was pass her a mock glare before working upon the paste. And all the lovestruck woman could do was to press back her lips to erupt into giggles witnessing her husband worrying about nothing but a negligible slash on her palm. 

Where can she probably store so much love? 

"Maadhav, such slashes for a warrior is common. And I even have a habit of receiving even deeper cuts and bruises. You are really worrying too much for this negligible bruise, isn't it?" Krishna instantly raised an eyebrow and eyed her with a straight face, which again appeared hilarious to her. 

Saatraajiti felt herself floating dreamily in Muraari's flowing ocean of love, "Don't sprinkle salt and use my own spell," Krishna pretended to be annoyed, releasing a ragged breath to hold back his laughter, "Allow me do my task, your Highness." He dramatically furrowed his eyebrows again and rested his gaze back on her palm, when he felt a pair of lips swiftly attaching to his jaws and immediately pulled back.

 Satyabhaamaa flashed a grin, which according to Krishna was 'enchantingly mischievous like her' and not just 'mischievous'. 

She swore his hands halted with its task for sometime as he blinked for sometime and gave her a glance which she could at once confirm was the most adorable one that could ever exist. It would be a lie if she wasn't aware of his each and every stance by now, even how his iridescent peacock feather tucked on his turban would sway with his every movement.

"Bhaame," Was all that he could utter before his Satyaa began to peck his face every now playfully and then and her Maadhav wasn't enjoying this would be even a greater lie. He was very well aware how Satyabhaamaa can get playful even in the direst of circumstances, but that couldn't halt his heart from falling for her even deeper.

Given that Dwarkadheesh had almost witnessed the enchantress blooming in through years in front of him, he could at once confess there wasn't a single day he had spent without her not occupying his mind. Oh how much he loved when all she could do once was to steal glances of him every time whenever he was around, and hiding immediately when his golden orbs took a glimpse of him.

Satyabhaamaa was no less; though shy of being caught, she would repeatedly take chances to peek at Krishna, because for her what was the adventure in love if not so? Once or twice she found him glancing back her with his soft mystical eyes as usual mingled with a speck of frisky, but all he did was to slowly allow his lips shift up in a curvy winsome smile and Satyabhaamaa had heard her the thumping of her heart right in her ears. 

Krishna felt himself etching her face in his mind, her beguiling figure coupled with a magnificent pair of doe-eyes. Blush crept on her jaws subtly that she was spotted, but still was glancing at him with those huge and wide irises, frozen before her friends almost had to drag her arm away. Her cascading dark tresses gushed forward and backward as she kept spinning her head towards him repeatedly, for her supposed 'one last glance' while she was being tugged away. 

And Hari felt himself wounded enormously due to those invisible acute arrows of love shot by those petiolate pair of dark orbs, allowing him to release long dreamy breaths while witnessing her retreating figure. 

His excuses to catch a glimpse of her increased; her wish to afloat in dreams occupied by him increased. Without desiring each other to catch hint of it, they both were subtly effused in knowing each other. Then what? Satyabhaamaa discovered herself whipping cream and milk together, while Krishna had developed a sudden interest in lotus flowers.  

Love appeared like a mingle of beauty and lunacy at the same time....

Everything appeared as a reverie to her, she felt miracles touching her steps as she felt floated like floating in clouds after receiving heaps of lotuses anonymously every now and then. She knew who did, and her heart used to flutter like a butterfly reminiscing his otherworldly charms, his so playfully marvelous  irises that she could swear glittered even in the dark, the feather swishing over his diadem which was worn in an attempt to tame his wild dark curls. Only if she could've been closer to him, she felt herself warm at the mere thought of it.

A giggle had escaped her lips as her mind began to flash the memory how a little escapade of her had taken a turn. Her suddenly senses pervaded with the delicious scent of saffron, her arms instinctively wrapping around Krishna and his magnolious eyes raking over her innocent face amusedly, while he held her waist in his arms. It took her a good amount of time to realize whom she had a collision with, and Satyabhaamaa still remembered the night she spent flipping in bed and unable to catch a slumber. 

"Dreaming about the one and only me, Satyaa?" Satyabhaamaa had felt herself growing stiff then and there in the garden. She didn't couldn't even gather the moment to wonder whether she was hallucinating or not when all she felt was his chest brushing against her back, shooting tingles down her. 

She vowed not to turn around and look back, right after she wasn't in her consciousness, Krishna had already stolen her ability of doing everything by brushing his marked fingers across her shoulder, "Satyaa wonders about me and I don't pay a visit, cannot happen." His rich smooth voice escaped as a whisper from his lips near her ear, she would've simply rendered without conscious within moments. Krishna was occupying each and every pore of her, as if he almost made her heart beat with his own.

She could hear her heart thudded against her bosom wildly, never so wildly before she felt Krishna's fingers on her tresses prodding it across the other side of her shoulder, them brushing instinctively over her neck. Her lashes dimmed upon as she relished the feeling, humming in a dreamy response as a fresh hued lotus was effortlessly tucked in her ear.

As Satyaa felt that her raging heart could finally decrease it's wild pace, Krishna didn't even spare a chance as his warm soft lips depress against her jaw, oh so feathery that she felt her a wildfire streaming past her skin. Almost exploding as her lover rested it against her neck, his mellow breaths contacting her shoulder and ears..

Dazed and speechless, she repeatedly tried to confirm that all she experienced was a figment of her imagination of her naïve mind. But was it when her eyes widened witnessing the lotus flower tucked carefully against her ear, reflecting in the mirror across her chamber?

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A/N

Uff 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘😍😍😍😍😍😍.

Krishna be like--Chaand sifaarish jo karta humari....deta wo tumko bataa, sharmo hayaa ke parde giraake karni hai humko khataa..

Satyabhaamaa is one more blushy baby 🤣🤣🤣🤣.

Signing off for today!

Kirtija Nushkie