The Prince's Indentured Bride

hearts

“Please leave me alone and let me enjoy my time with this beautiful lady beside me.” He said, and came to sit beside me, to which Aishwarya gave an eye roll, which totally meant he uses this line most of the times.

This level of uncharitable flirting is just insolent. But again, being with someone doesn’t mean we have to change to their liking. And Kriag has always been like this, smooth with his words, and soft with his actions, especially around ladies.

“You are such a playboy.” I complained, but in mere sense it was just a cute side of me.

“Just in my traits, today’s hottie.”

“Are we getting back to the flirting stage?” I asked him, secretly loving the compliment, which also boosted my energy that today the camera shutters will do me justice, and not trouble me for a wrong shot. I didn’t want a long day with so much lights focused on me. I am more like looking forward to some cliché interview questions after the photoshoot.

“When did we flirt, and it is healthy to flirt.” He clarified, and my eyes unintentionally fell on his floral neck chain, the pendant was so captivating with four petals, the mythical clover, was it?

I don’t know if it was part of the costume or something he personally owned. But it was very beautiful. “Isn’t it beautiful?” He asked as he saw me state at it. I nodded brightly.

“Girish was telling that we will need to use props for today. A chair is what he said, but you know what did Diva suggest?” I knew Girish was today’s cameraman, but I didn’t have an idea of who Diva was, my dibs were on either the assistant photographer, or the director.

“Love cuffs?” I joked, checking and making sure my mascara was dried and not smudgy at all, or swampy and cloudy for the eyes.

Actor Kriag must’ve been activated as he gave a strong reaction to my reply, I mean, yes, my answer was a little kinky style but his emoji face was priceless and I loved it. “You have a dirty mind. And, how could you be so correct.”

I gave a coy shoulder shrug in reply for doing the correct guess. Being with him always has this happy vibes virus that it is so easy to just relieve tension and be comfortable in the moment.

His eyes trailed towards the exit of Aishwarya, and got up from his chair to come and stand beside me as our eyes met in the mirror I was sitting in front of. I raised my brows in question to just, anything, he tilted his head in response.

“Close your eyes.” He asked me with a fondness in his voice, which is a newly found trait I caught in him. “Why?”

“I want to do your touch up. Please.” My eyes enlarged in complete disapproval. I didn’t want a repeat of what he did to my hair when he actually said he knows about tying a pony. “No. Not happening.”

“Yes, happening my girl.” He surely had a way with words, so did I.

“Kriag your watch is unclasped.” He shook his head in a no, making me pick his hand up and show it to him in the mirror. “It is wrist locked. It won’t fall.”

“You never know. Or else Newton wouldn’t have discovered gravity.”

“Einstein and science aren’t my forte. And I major in how to make a girl smile. Strike that. PhD it is.” I laughed at his thoughtful comeback, and checking the time in his watch I stood up. “Time to go.”

Before I could leave his hand, he clasped his palm into mine and turned mine towards him, taking it all the way to his chest, and placed it on his heart. “It feels crazy here.”

I didn’t know about his because my knuckles side of the palm was on his chest, but my heart was also going crazy and I didn’t have the courage to speak it out loud. “You’ve got the wrong side.”

He looked confused at first and then realising he cursed. “f**k that. Does it matter?”

“Yes. I want to feel it.” So, he did eventually open his fingers which were locking mine, and clutched them back after turning my hand around.

The thin fabric of his white modelled shirt did all the justice to my hand as I heard the thumps and bumps of his beating heart. This was quite exciting and I could feel a warmth spreading through my intestine course, making me feel overly emotional. Does it always feel so special while exploring love? Or an attraction with someone of a great personality?

Pulling me into him and closing the distance between us he draped his free arm around my neck, almost making me panic that he was about to destroy my neatly kept head bun, gelled just a certain ten minutes ago. “If I were a singer, I would’ve recorded the sounds of our heartbeat and write the love song!”

His voice vibrated through my body, as his hand moved down to my spine, then travelling to my waist, just to thin the gap even more closely and it was possible. “My heart, your heart, and our hearts.” Shifting his weight on me he continued, “That should be the chorus.”

“Is it on your list? Being a singer?”

His breath was hot, and slow like jazz, which calmly met my skin in a pattern which I was quite enjoying. “Not not in present. But what I would like to do is,” He didn’t complete the sentence and gave a peck on my cheek, following the trail to my neck with a gap of a second, and his hold tightened on my waist. “You make me want to have more. You are making me greedy Vhrea.”

Will it be wrong of me to not feel the same greedy feeling back? I wanted to let this go slow.

But.