A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband.
-Michael de Montaigne
The swift wind passing around them did nothing but to increase her palpitations and chill for two reasons so far. One, that the horse was galloping at a break neck speed inside so thick a forest within blind darkness that at each turn Devika feared that they were going to smash straight into a tree.

And for the second and the major factor for her discomfort were two rough strong hands and a warm hard chest that was eating away her sanity. Her breath fell in pants, each time he pulled the reins of the horse, almost deliberately brushing across her bare skin of waist.
And THAT was making her increasingly uneasy.
They rode so fast that the others were left far-far behind because she could n
