It was night time and Biraj was in his room, lying down on the bed with a smile on his face as he looked outside the moon at the balcony.

He remembered how he was putting flowers in the luscious hair of Aryamani. Her words ringed in his ears, after he was finished decorating her hair.

"The roses are very beautiful." Aryamani said.

"They should be, after all I picked them by myself." Biraj said.

"That's so sweet of you." Aryamani smiled.

Suddenly her eyes fell on his hands, she was shocked to see them scratched and pierced by thorns.

"Oh my god ! What happened to your hands ?" She asked.

"I was plucking the thorns off of the roses so they don't hurt you. Don't worry it's nothing." He said.

"I can see little blood coming out of some." Aryamani said.

"I am a warrior, these scratches are nothing." Biraj said.

Aryamani shook her head and held his hand causing him blush as she took him to a water fountain beside. They both sat down on its dry basin as she dipped his hands in the water, soothing those wounds in his hand.

Biraj kept smiling as he looked at her. Aryamani patted his hand dry with her cloth. She then started removing the thorns which were still in his hands.

"Why did you do so much ?" Aryamani asked removing the last thorn.

At that Biraj chuckled, what answer should he give her for why he did it.

"Thank you." Biraj said after she was done aiding to his hands.

"No, thank you for doing so much for me." Aryamani said.

"It was my pleasure." He smiled.

Biraj kept looking at his hand which was aided by Aryamani. He was not the only one who was awake at midnight, Vasundhara too was lost at the thoughts of Nabhraj.

She was standing in her balcony and remembering the eventful day she had with Nabhraj. It was truly a blessed moment when he brought the flowers for her.

"I hope you like these flowers." Nabhraj said showing her the Jasmines and white lotuses.

"Oh my god. These are my favourite flowers." Vasundhara said.

"Really ?" Nabhraj asked.

"Yes." Vasundhara nodded.

"Thank god. I was worried whether you would like my choice or not." Nabhraj said.

"Why were you worried for that ?" Vasundhara asked.

"Well, it's probably the first time a man decorates you hair with flowers in spring festival. So it should he special and to your liking." Nabhraj said.

Listening to that a smile appeared on Vasundhara's face. Even though they were pretending to be couple he still cared for her like a real one.

"How thoughtful." She said.

Vasundhara touched her hair which were still adorned with those flowers that Nabhraj put in her hair.

A smile appeared on her face, feeling those flowers, which were picked by her love Nabhraj himself.

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Very thoughtful indeed.

Jokes -

Fun fact - The cause of pollution in Delhi is not because of Diwali or crackers. Actually Punjab and Haryana mei bahut jagah slash and burn farming chalti hai, and because of stubble burning uska smoke Delhi mei pahuch jata hai. This causes 50% of pollution in Delhi.

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So you know Harihareshwari 4 was a gender bender series. Which other fanfic of mine would you like to see as gender bended ?

I'm not saying that I will publish, I may or may not publish it.....not promising or declaring anything.

Hypothetically speaking, which book of the following 3 would you like to see genderbended -

Samragyi Mrinal
Ocean of Love
Five basis of Dharma