Chronicles Of My Darling Husband

41. Dinammanyaa (Part 1)

As the night progressed, Unni found himself consumed by thoughts of Prasanna, his heart heavy with an undeniable yearning.

Three years had passed since they embarked on their relationship journey, yet Unni could no longer feign indifference to their love without commitment. The notion of simply cohabiting no longer sufficed; he yearned for something deeper, something more profound. With trembling hands, he reached into his pocket, fingers wrapping around the small velvet box that held the promise of a shared future. Tonight, under the celestial canopy of stars and the watchful gaze of the moon, he resolved to ask her to join him in a lifelong commitment.

"My darling, my Sana," he whispered silently, his gaze fixed upon her as she swayed to the tunes of the songs being sung by Nishita's friends.

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"Here's to the stolen glances of love and desire," Shravan declared, before strumming the chords of 'Aise Na Mujhe Tum Dekho' and serenading the group with his soulful rendition. As he sang, his eyes closed, he couldn't help but reminisce about his first kiss with Asmita.

Chandrakant and Devika sat across the campfire, their eyes locked in a sensual dance, each glance infused with a magnetic pull that drew them closer. The flickering flames reflected in their eyes mirrored the fiery passion burning within, igniting a primal longing that spoke volumes without a single word being uttered.

Both of them wanted one thing, yet they did nothing.

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Aise na mujhe tum dekho, seene se laga lunga...

Devika's eyes scanned Chandrakant's body exuding nothing but such raw masculine energy that she involuntarily shuddered imagining how it would feel to lay beneath him. His hair had grown longer than last time, touching almost his shoulder, and his facial hair wild as well... and oh lord, how fucking sexy he looked while the salty breeze hit his skin, passing through his hair the way her fingers itched to rake through them.

Her heart skipped a beat when she glimpsed the ethereal glow of love reflected in his beautiful pool of golden eyes. No, she didn't want devotion, she couldn't accept his love. It was wrong, she didn't deserve it!

Anything but him, anything but this love!

Tears began to well in her eyes as she witnessed his own eyes filling with tears, brimming with raw emotion. Her heart ached. How was this even possible? How could a man be so crazy to let himself crush into such wild emotions after spending only a few hours of silence with her? And... And how was she able to comprehend all of these, all of his feelings?

It was puzzling, too tiring to put the pieces together, and she turned her gaze away, she couldn't bear to confront the depth of his affection, the intensity of his love radiating toward her.

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Main ab iss dil ke saare armaan nikalunga...

Oh, how exactly Chandrakant's heart desired to take Devika in his arms, to kiss her and show the extent of madness and love he had in his heart for her. How much he craved to let his restrain dissolve and pull her face close to ask her why she was torturing him, why her words betrayed her eyes!?

Was it not love in her heart for him? Was it the plain physical desire that she wanted to fulfill? And, most crucially, why couldn't he just let go of her? Why did he torture himself over a woman who felt no regard for him? What sort of self-destruction was he propelling himself toward?

Because... Because there was a glimmer of something in her for him. And he discerned it every time... every fucking time when her eyes spoke to him, they were nothing but the truth.

Tumko main chura lunga tumse, dil mein chupa lunga...

He shook his head, a few tears slipping from his eyes as he watched her blink away her own tears. So, she preferred to inflict pain upon herself and him rather than acknowledging her love? So be it... He was fucking prepared to confront this challenge, for that night, he would reveal the cruel monster he had harbored within.

She'll come to you... She'll come to you for sure and then you break her...

Why be silent when one can damage an opponent? He was the pirate-king in the sea of crimes, his pockets full of tricks to land and twist a knife deep into her heart.

He wanted to let her have a real reason to cry not just his agony to her eyes.

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A/N

Hmm... I'm a bit nervous about how both of these subplots will turn out...

It's funny how neither my husband nor my friends believe me when I say it's a simple romantic story; they always ask if it has a happy ending... Haha... And when I assure them it does, they doubt me, saying, "No, we can't trust you. You'll make them die, at least one of them, or break their hearts, and for sure make them cry. You just enjoy traumatizing your characters..."

Goodness, I'm not that cruel! XD

It's simply my own take on romance that makes them hesitant to read any of my work... Maybe because I come across as too unromantic in real life. But writing is an art, and I find romance to be one of the most soul-stirring things to write about. After that, mythological fantasies rank high among my favorite genres to explore. Perhaps in the future, I'll give those a shot too...

This rendition of "Aise Na Mujhe Dekho" was how I drafted the idea for this chapter! I mean, I'm often inspired by songs, but when I heard this one a few years back, I pictured these two fiery souls battling against admitting their feelings for each other. And then, a few weeks ago, I randomly heard it again, and I was like, "Oh yeah, I know exactly who this song's for!"

P. S. I won't be updating anything tomorrow! Sorry, I'm a bit busy right now!

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