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Dhruv was walking in the corridor lost in thoughts.

Flashback

Dhruv

Tara called him out softly. Dhruv turned hearing her.

Ji Rajkumari Tarapriya.

Dhruv replied respectfully.

Yeh lijiye.

Tara said handing him a piece of paper.

Yeh kya hai?

Dhruv asked.

Praman hai.

Tara replied.

Kis cheez ka?

Dhruv asked confused.

Astha ki bewafai ka.

Tara said, her voice tinged with anger.

Dhruv,s hands curled into fists. He glared at Tara. Furry laced his eyes.

HOSH MEIN TOH HAIN AAP RAJKUMARI TARAPRIYA???

Dhruv shouted finally loosing his tamper. Tara stepped back trembling in fear.

Dhr...

Kisne kaha aapse?

Dhruv asked, now calmly.

Woh Astha ne bola aaj ke woh aapse pyaar nahin kerti aur woh kisi ranjha se milne ke liye bahot khush bhi thi.

Tara replied, her voice trembling because of fear.

Dhruv chuckled, a bitter sound that made her gulp in fear.

Aapne kaha tha aap humse prem kerti hain haina?

Dhruv asked composing himself.

Haan. Kerte hain.

Tara said softly. Her eyes shinning with love.

Kyun koi shaq hai aapko?

Tara asked softly as he met his gaze.

Haan. Shaq hi shak hai.

Dhruv replied taking the paper from her and left from there.

Flashback Ends!!!

Night

Devgarh

Astha chal.

Some of Astha,s friends dragged her to dance with them. Astha knew that it was against the traditions and so did Dhruv. Astha blinked her eyes at him and his heart skipped several beats.

That's when he heard a few people whispering

Are yeh toh Dev garh ki Rajkumari hain aise nachna shobha nahin deta inko.

Dhruv,s blood boiled. He glared at the people and they shut their mouths as they knew his anger. Dhruv never really got angry but when he did. It was like a thunderstorm that destroys everything.

Taking a deep breath trying to calm himself a little, Dhruv stood up and walked towards Astha with slow steps. The smile never leaving his lips. Astha,s heart skipped a beat at the thought that he didn't liked her dancing in front of the people but she smiled as she noticed the smile on his face. Her heart skipped several beats.

He smiled at her and gently held her by her waist and pulled her closer slightly. Her heart raced and her cheeks burned out of shyness and she looked down unable to meet his gaze. Dhruv placed his fingers under her chin and gently made her look up at him. Their eyes met for a beautiful eye contact and the world around them faded into insignificance. Dhruv blinked his eyes as he grazed his thumb with the tip of his sword lightly, cutting it slightly making it bleed. She gasped as her heart stopped beating for a moment seeing the small cut. She can't see him in pain Even if it's small or big. She continued gazing at his thumb unblinkingly, scared for him. She came back to her senses when Dhruv filled her hairline with his blood. She closed her eyes as her heart skipped a beat remembering their first meet when he had saved her and his blood had adorned her hairline.

He bent down slightly and placed his sword in her feet. He looked at her who was still closing her eyes.

He smiled at her who'll say that she's a strong, bold and confident princess instead she looked like she's someone else in her disguise.

Smiling softly, he moved towards her ear causing her breath to hitch in her throat. His lips touched her ear sending shivers down her spine as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers stroking her cheek for a moment and he pulled back.
He controlled his smile seeing her standing still.

Cradling her face gently in his palms, he whispered, but his whisper rang in the air hall which was now silent.

Aaj se Dhruv apni Astha ka hua.

Dhruv smiled at her, his eyes brimming with love and sincerity.

He looked at her, his gaze soft and gentle.

Astha.

Dhruv called out, the softness and love in his voice made her heart skip a beat.

Dhruv gently passed his hand over her head as if taking off her evil eyes.

Nazar na lage humari biwi saheb ko.

Dhruv said, his voice a mixture of love and warmth.

Astha gazed at him, her eyes full of tenderness and affection. A wave of warmth washed over her as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

He had just declared himself as hers.

Her smile was shaky as she tried to suppress her happiness. Her heart felt heavy because of the weight of the realization that had just washed over her overwhelming her senses. Her eyes brimmed with tears. Dhruv held her hand and spun her around. Her eyes sparkled with a blend of happiness and love and she laughed while twirling.

Dhruv watched her crossing his arms across his chest. His eyes sparkling with love as he smiled softly at her. His heart warmed seeing her beautiful smile. She kept her hand on his shoulder bringing him out of his trance. She looked at him for a moment before she spun in circles around him.

Her happiness filled his heart with a sense of completeness. Her laughter a joyous melody that erased his worries. Her eyes, a beautiful set of warm brown. The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves into the depths of each other's eyes.

Astha held his hand and as they moved from the stage towards the exit.

Dhruv pulled her slightly close making her gasp.

Aap jaiye hum aate hain.

Dhruv whispered in her ear. She smiled softly at him.

Kyun humara matlab hai ke...

Shh. Koi safai dene ki zaroorat nahin hai.

He murmured in her ear. She blushed at the proximity. He smiled at her.

Hum aate hain aur aapka taufa bhi dete hain aapko.

Dhruv said softly. Astha,s eyes sparkled with a mixture of love and excitement and she smiled.

Theek hai.

Astha said, her voice betryed the hint of excitement she was feeling making him chuckle.

She left and Dhruv walked towards a tear striken Tara who was crying, the hurt evident on her face. Her heart shattered loudly in her ears hearing Dhruv declaring himself as hers.

Rajkumari Tarapriya agli baar meri patni ke charitra per prashan uthane ki koshish mat keriyega.

Dhruv said, his voice a dangerously calm whisper that sent a chill down her spine.

Tara composed herself and she took a deep breath.

Bhram acha hai Dhruv. Parantu aapka bhram aaj toot jayega jab woh usse milne jayengi.

Tara said, her voice laced with confidence.

Sachi?

Dhruv asked, raising an eyebrow, suprise flickering across his features as he gazed at her.

Ji.

Mujhe tumse koi umeed rakhni hi nahin chahiye Tara.

Dhruv said, a hint of disappoinment and anger visible in his eyes and left from there.

Inhein kya hua?

Tara thought.

Dhruv had covered Astha,s eyes with his palm.

Dhruv ji kahan ja rahe hain hum?

Astha asked, her voice a mix of affection and curiousety.

Shh pata chal jayega.

Dhruv said and finally uncovered her eyes.

Astha blinked her eyes in order to clear her blurry vision.

Dhruv ji yeh.

Utha ker dekhiye.

Dhruv said already guessing her question.

Astha reached out, her eyes shinning with anticipation, fingers twisting into the silk sheet. Just as she was about to pull it off, her fingers stopped, still holding onto the silk sheet. She took a deep breath. Her heart fluttering with excitement. She finally pulled off the silk sheet and a gasp escaped her lips

She looked at Dhruv, her eyes wide with suprise and then looked back at the portrait.

Dhruv hugged her from behind keeping his chin on her shoulder. She gasped, his breath fanning the long of her neck making her tremble. Her cheeks flamed because of the proximity. Her heart fluttering in her chest like a butterfly.

Kaisa hai?

Astha came back to her senses hearing his husky voice. Tears blurred her vision as she watched the portrait.

Against a red, gold washed canvas, he had painted her in charcoal lines. The firelight casting an ethereal glow over her face, highlighting her features. Her warm brown orbs, shaded by thick, long lashes looked beautiful. Her head thrown back as she laughed freely. There was a different kind of shine in her eyes and a different glow on her face. There was laughter in her eyes, laughter in every inch of her. She was looking ethereal. Astha smiled shakily, she never knew she was that beautiful.

She looked at Dhruv, her smile was shaky as she tried to suppress her happiness.

Kaisa hai?

Dhruv asked suppressing his smile though he knew her answer but wanted to hear it from her.

A tear rolled down Astha,s cheek. She smiled, a heart melting smile that reached her eyes.

She reached out, her bands trembled as she caressed the edges of his stuble gently. She smiled, her eyes brimming with love as she met his gaze.

Humein nahin pata tha Dhruv ji ke hum itne sundar hain.

Astha said, her voice a soft mummer laden with love and sincerity.

Dhruv smiled, his fingers gently brushing against her soft cheek in a tentative, affectionate touch. Astha shut her eyes leaning into his touch.

He smiled and moved towards her ear.

Jo kehte huye katrate hain...
Phool sare khil ke bhi...
Jo baat na keh pate hain...
Alfaaz sare mil ke bhi...
Woh bolti tasveer hai...
Woh baat jo dil ne abhi
Poori tarah jaani nahin...
Samne aayi magar pehchani nahin...
Woh bolti tasveer hai.

Dhruv recited, his voice full of tenderness and unknown affection. Astha,s breath hitched in her chest hearing him as she felt a trail of goosebumps at the edge of her spine.

He pointed at the other portrait. Astha,s hands trembled as she reached out, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum as she held onto the silk sheet, breathing deeply, she pulled it off only to reveal a simple but beautiful work of art

In this Astha was standing dolled up as a bride in a red and golden lehenga. Her beauty was angelic. Her smile, a priceless jewel was adorning her lips, her eyes were sparkling with happiness and love. Her hand was slightly up as if it was held. She was twirling in front of Dhruv.

Dhruv, in a red sherwani looked beyond handsome, he was wearing a turban, crossing his arms across his chest. His eyes sparkling with love as he looked at her with a soft smile while she twirled. The expressions on Dhruv,s face were a proof of his love, his eyes, holding an overwhelming softness and love as he looked at her as she continued to twirl in front of him.

It was a simple portrait but held so much meaning which held Astha captivated. The portrait was holding the weight of his unrealized love for her, a gentle flame of love in his eyes. A love so beautiful which no words could describe. A love so pure which held a willingness to give without receiving anything in return. His eyes shinned with a love which was mild tender, rooted in kindness and carrying a deep sense of caring. The love that his eyes described brought tears in her eyes. It was not an all consuming, raging passion about which she had heard in tales and she felt for him but a quite flame that was lightening up somewhere in the darkest corners of his heart.

Astha looked at him, her beautiful eyes shining with tears. She reached out, her hands gently cradling his face, caressing the edges of his stuble. Dhruv shut his eyes feeling a warm tickle in his heart.

Kya hua?

Dhruv asked, a heart melting smile playing on his lips as he held her gaze. His fingers gently brushing against her soft cheek in a tentative, affectionate touch. His eyes reflecting the quite flame of love and he leaned forward planting his lips on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered close as her heart pounded in her chest like a drum. A few tears menaged to escape her eyes. He smiled and wiped her tears gently. Cradling her face in his palms, he asked, his voice tinged with mischief.

Are re itni buri hai kya? Ke aap royengi. Hum ek kaam kerte hain hata dete.

He took a step forward, towards the portraits but she held his waist. Turning him towards herself, she threw her arms at him. Her sudden action took him by surprise. His eyes wide as he tumbled backwards but composed himself and responded the hug by wrapping his arms around her petite frame.

Astha.

He whispered her name like a prayer but the whisper was laced with so much love which tugged at her heart.

Bahot sundar hai.

She whispered, her voice muffled against the softness of his sherwani.

He let out a laugh, a rich hearty sound dancing in the air.

Suddenly she pulled away from the hug, her eyes wide in disbelief.

Woh shayri... Iska matlab...

Astha,s hands flew up to her mouth as the realization hit her, a gasp escaped her lips as she looked at him wide eyed.

Dhruv cleared his throat. His cheeks turned warm and he gently nodded his head in positive, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

Ji haan. Aapka andaza sahi hai.

Dhruv said, his voice a quite murmur tinged with shyness.

She moved back, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and affection.

Hum nahin mante.

Astha said mischievously.

Dhruv smiled, deciding to play along, he said taking a step forward.

Aur woh kyun?

Pata nahin.

Astha replied taking a step back. The mischievous twinkle avident in her eyes, her fingers holding onto the silk sheet

Dhruv held the other corner of the silk sheet before Astha could hold it to fold it and asked, a mischievous twinkle dancing in his deep brown orbs.

Bataye kya ker sakte hain hum?

Bataiye.

As dhruv heard it, he pulled the other end of the silk sheet towards himself and before Astha knew it, the sudden move made by Dhruv had sent her flying towards him, almost crashing into his chest but she kept a hand on his chest and held his shoulder before the accidental hug could happen.

She looked at Dhruv, her heart thudding in her chest, eyes wide in shock.

Dhruv ji.

Astha whispered breathlessly looking at him.

Astha,s hand was over Dhruv,s heart. Her touch conveying an overwhelming blend of love and tenderness that seemed to take his breath way. His heartbeats stopped for a moment before starting to race like a bullet train and he felt goosebumps at the edge of his spine. He took into her breathless form composing himself. Reaching up to cradle her face in his palms, fingers stroking her cheeks with a blend of tenderness and love. He spoke.

Ab kya kehena hai aapka biwi saheb?

Dhruv asked, wrapping his arms around her lower back pulling her closer, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Astha closed her eyes, her breath hitched as she realized how close they were.

His hot breath was fanning her face. Astha clutched his broad shoulders with a mix of hesitation and uncertainty.

Astha. Hum aapke hain tan se bhi aur mann se bhi.

Dhruv whispered in her ear, his hold tightening over her.

Astha looked at him, confusion clouding her eyes.

Aise kya dekh rahin hain? Pati hain aapke, aapki ankahee baatein samajh jate hain hum. Aapki peeda dekhi hai humne. Jab Tara humara hath pakadti hai ya humse baat kerti hai.

Dhruv said, his voice laced with sincerity.

Dhruv ji....

Shh.

Dhruv shushed her keeping a finger on her lips.

Hum jante hain ke humein apna ateet yaad nahin hai aur humara vivah jin halat mein hua woh koi itne ache nahin thy.

Dhruv said. Astha,s eyes brimmed with unshed tears. He wiped them before they could roll down her cheeks.

Ho sakta hai ke hum Tarapriya se prem kerte thy.

Astha,s heart clutched rather painfully in her chest hearing him.

Per hum donon ka vivah ho chuka hai Astha. Tarapriya humara ateet thi...

Aur hum.

Astha asked, her voice trembling with emotions.

Dhruv stepped and smiled lovingly, his voice a blend of tenderness and sincerity.

Humara aaj aur humara aane wala kal. Sab aap hain.

The sincarity and love in his voice washed over her in warm waves and a tear trailed down her cheek which he wiped.

He pulled her closer. His hands holding her waist with a tender yet firm grip. Their breathes mingled, their foreheads touched, his fingers caressing her cheek with a mixture of tenderness and desire. They looked at each other, their eyes met for a alluring eye contact. A silent language being spoken between them. The room,s atmosphere thickened because of the sexual tension that was building between them. Their desires hung heavy in the air.

Astha.

Dhruv called out, his voice a quite murmur, betraying the hint of unrealized love and desire.

Astha hummed softly. Her blood heating up as her heart hitched in her chest.

Aapko pata Dhruv ji. Aapko sach mein jadu aata hai.

Astha confessed, her voice hushed.

Kaise?

Dhruv asked, his voice softer than before.

Jab hum aapko dekhte hain na. Humari hriday ki dhadkan tham jati hai. Duniya beigani ho jati hai. Aapki ankhon mein hum kho dete hain khud ko.

Astha confessed, her voice, a blend of shyness and sincerity

Wohi jadu jo aap hum per kerti hain?

Dhruv asked, his voice soft and sincare. Astha uplifted her eyelashes and their eyes met. Dhruv planted his lips on her forehead causing her to close her eyes.

He pulled back and looked into her eyes.

Rok lijiye humein Astha, warna aaj hum nahin rokenge.

Dhruv murmured, his palms gently cradled her face as he looked at Astha, his eyes a mix of love and affection with a tinge of desire.

Astha felt a shiver run down her spine. Dhruv,s quite murmur resonated within her, stirring a craving that mirrored his own, heat flooded through her body. Their unspoken desires hung heavy in the air begging to be acknowledged.

As Dhruv,s thumb continued to caress her lips. Astha,s heart pounded in her chest with a mix of love and anticipation. Various images flashed across her mind which lay ahead that innocent gesture. A flame of love, passion and desires threatening to consume both of them.

I want you to want me Astha, not out of duty, but out of love.

Dhruv thought. He breathed deciding to voice out his thoughts.

Astha..

Hmm.

She hummed softly in a state of daze.

Hum chahate hain ke aap humein chahein. Kisi farz ke chalte nahin parantu mann se.

Dhruv said, his voice a mix of love and sincerity.

Astha breathed, Dhruv,s words touched her heart. She smiled. He was a gentleman, a man who had asked for her constant before claiming her.  She was already his. There was no need of asking but he still did.

Dhruv hum aapse beyhadh prem kerte hain. Aur vishvaas bhi. Hum aapke hain tan se bhi aur mann se bhi. Aapne humari rooh ko toh apna bana hi liya hai to...h ab

Astha stopped, her voice a mix of love and sincarity. The chamber seemed to hold it's breath, the world around them faded into insignificance. In that moment, her fears faded away as Astha laid her trust bare in front of him, placing her heart in his hands, trusting that he'll charish and protect it. His hands cupped her face.

Dhruv smiled, love, adoration, care and desire flickering in his eyes.

He gently held her hand and twirled her around. She smiled, her eyes sparkling like stars. She looked at him, her love and adoration for him clear in her eyes which made his heart flutter in his chest like a caged bird and Dhruv pulled her closer. Her back collided with his front. She gasped as he gently held her waist and lifted her up in the air.

Dhruv ji.

Astha called out, her voice a breathy gasp. Her heartbeat stopped for a moment before she relaxed. She looked at him, their eyes meeting for another alluring eye contact and the world seemed to blur into insignificance.

Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, unknowingly they reached up and clutched his shoulders. The silky strands of her hair fell over his face, gently brushing his neck as he twirled her around, she giggled unable to control the happiness bubbling within her.
He gently made her stand and she held onto his shoulder to steady herself.

His hands cradled her face, his touch, a mixture of tenderness and affection as he gently stroked her soft cheek. He bent down and planted his lips on her forehead in a tender, affectionate kiss.

Astha allowed her eyes to flutter close. Their hearts thudding in their chests. Astha sighed, warmth washed over her as she charished the closeness. The sincarity of Dhruv,s words sinking in as she breathed. The kiss carrying a promise of love and protection.

His hands cupping her face as he kissed her forehead once again after he pulled back. This time his lips lingering on her forehead for a few moments more. Astha allowed her eyes to flutter close and a soft sigh escaped her lips marveling the softness of the simple act which promised love and protection. He pulled away and their eyes met again for a beautiful, alluring eye contact.

Closing the small gap between them, his hands cupping her face tighter, Dhruv,s lips brushed against Astha,s with a tender reverence.

Astha felt the warmth of Dhruv,s lips against hers, a delicate touch that ignited a fire within her soul. She could sense the gentleness of his actions. His lips were soft against hers, moving against her lips with delicate slowness.

Astha,s heart fluttered with a mixture of nervous anticipation and a deep sense of connection. With a mix of nervous anticipation and uncertainty, her hands found their way to his waist. Her one hand fisting his sherwani.

His warm breathe mingled with hers. She clutched onto his shoulder, with a slight confidence, she discovered a natural rhythm.

With a surge of confidence, Astha responded to his tender kiss by leaning closer. Her fingers fisting his hair. Her body moulding into his. Her lips moving against his with a gentle curiousety, guided by the unspoken language of their desire. The gentle, loving exploration of their mouths continued as their love for each other suppressed their desires.

As they pulled away, their foreheads touched. Dhruv slowly held her in his arms. Astha looked at him wrapping her arms around his neck. He made her lay on the bed and slowly came over her. They shared a tender kiss before they got undressed, a strong gush of wind came inside the chamber and the candles flickered out. His hot breath fanning her flames. He was strong against her, his muscles firm, his kisses gentle as he made love to her. Their fingers got interlocked, the moon watched a beautiful union of 2 people in love with each other.

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