A Pull Of Destiny

8|A Travel

|CHAPTER -8|

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Riya couldn't help but stare at a tiny sparrow hopping in front of her, from plants to trees and trees to puddles of water. Weirdly, the tiny birds and it's every move fascinated her as in how it is able to catch the grains with its beak and how suspicious it is of humans and moreover how its tiny thin legs manage her whole weight! 

"What are you staring at?" Dhruvan was sweeping a few scattered dry leaves in the backyard as Riya sat on the patio relishing afternoon's nature. 

"Nothing in particular, birds and-" 

"You eat birds too?"

Riya gave him eye-burning glare at that question and he resumed back to his sweeping, his fear of turning into food for her has become irritating now and if possible Riya might really kill him to avoid his stupid questions. 

Humming an unknown tune she started playing with the pallu of her half saree, time flew away like the leaves falling off a tree, so quick and unnoticed that it is almost a week since she has turned out with no memories. After the visit of minister Kashyap, Sahasthra sent a few clothes, ornaments and skincare products for Riya in secret without the knowledge of her father and of course, Raghuveer was not happy about their friendship but has chosen to remain quiet. 

The half sarees which Sahasthra has sent were beautiful with eye-catching colours and those ornaments were so elegant and lovely that if it is by her way, she will never return them to Sahasthra again. 

But frankly speaking, Raghuveers long silk kurtas were more comfortable and easy to wear. All she has to do is pull his kurta over her head but now, she has to tie that lehenga and hook up that life squeezing blouse and oh god, that dupatta is just a pain in the ass, it keeps slipping and sliding down her shoulders. And those ornaments are just a cherry on top, the golden ornaments no more look pretty to her, alas, looks can be deceiving.

Her thoughts of her tragic clothing have come to a halt as Raghuveer walked to the backyard and without wasting any time he was ordering Dhruvan about something and Riya couldn't help but stare at him. Unfortunately, her legs have healed and he was no more picking her up or helping her to stand and somehow his handsome features were upgrading to the next level every time she looks at him. 

Why is he so handsome? 

"Riya," Raghuveer called out and she sat stiff tuning with his ordering voice, "We will mostly not return for the night so make sure to lock all the doors and windows before you go to sleep." 

And once again, she was successfully lost hearing his voice. Did she ever attribute his confident and rich voice? His voice is- 

"Alright then." Saying he turned around to walk away and almost snapping out of the trance, Riya caught his arm before he could leave. 

"Why? I mean where are you going?" She stuttered a little as she spoke.

"Today is Shivarathri, and after breaking the fast we will be leaving for the horse race. So you-" 

"Can I also come!" All the dead excitement in her woke up as she clung on his arm. 

"No." Saying Raghuveer tried to pull his arm away but she had a death grip on him.

"But why!" She moaned in frustration and Raghuveer narrowed his eyes at her as he spoke, "Tonight all the royals and ministers are going to be there and taking you there is like going on a suicide mission. So rest up, in here peacefully for the night." 

Raghuveer successfully pulled his arm away from her grip and turned to walk inside but Riya ran in front of him, blocking his way. 

"If all the ministers are showing up then Sahathra might also come, right? I will stick to her and I promise to not create any disturbance, please?" Riya asked desperately, tilting her head trying to act cute. And Raghuveer was convinced for a second seeing her adorable expression but flashes of what she and Dhruvan had done on the minister Kashyap's visit made him decide otherwise.