"मुझे नही पता कि आप मेरे लिए परिचित क्यू महसूस करते है" Madhav thought
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There is a pull towards each other and recognition from the bottom of their hearts.
Is this the beginning of a Love or completion of one?
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Madhav chuckled and pulled her closer then wrapped his arm around her waist.
The couple sat down on the bank of the pond,gazing its beauty.
"Madhav! When will I meet your mother?" Radha asked while her eyes were admiringly gazing the nature.
"Soon. I will take you to my house one day. As you know the troubles running behind me,it's not easy to take you there very sooner.
She informed me she want to meet you,many times. Once before bringing her to Mahal for talking about marriage case,I will let you meet her" Madhav answered.
A wide smile plastered on Radha's lips as Madhav mentioned about their marriage.
"There will be a discussion on topic of our marriage?" Radha asked with doe eyes.
"Then should I take you with me without discussion and rituals?" Madhav asked without looking at her.
She glared her nostrils up and turned her head away showing him she is angry.
Madhav laughed and within a second lift her up and placed over his lap, making her movements stop and eyes go wide.
He fixed her comfortably over his lap and hugged her from behind,then placed his chin over her shoulder.
She felt ticklish when his breath brushed against her skin.
"Am I a feather or anything else to lift up like this?" Radha's question made Madhav chuckle.
"You're lighter than a feather, Rajkumari. I wonder what even you eat!"
Radha rolled her eyes and slapped his arm little harshly.
Madhav laughed and grabbed her palm,then said.
"You've got habit of slapping me. Is that much enjoying for you?"
"Yes. You're my punching pillow,strong warrior"
Radha crossed her arms as she completed her sentence.
"Acha!" His short and calm reply quickly twisted her stomach really badly,that too when his stare over her. . . . . . . . .
