Healing the prince
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An: hello bitches, missed you all, been a while huh? Anyway. Be brutal. And tell me if you want more, live youu
Summary: bhalla got hit with an arrow worrying the royal healer..or -his aara
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The moonlight shined through the long windows of the healing wing where the young healer hummed mindlessly as she put away her work, unaware of someone watching her
He stood at the door being mesmerized by the sight infront of him
Bhalla wasn't a person who was easily distracted but she was no ordinary woman was she?
Moonlight graced her face bringing out the shine in her eyes so perfectly
Making his heart almost leap out of his chest and run towards her knowing it was only ever hers to have anyway
He leaned against the doorframe holding the arrow wound with one hand using the other to support his weight against the door
Right now he couldn't care less about the blood covering his right hand, dripping down on the floor increasingly by the second
Right now she occupied all his attention
Who could have thought the simple act of taking a soft tired sigh would make the cruel prince lose his mind
He tried to look away embarrassed and how much she affected him
How she took over all his senses
There was a slight frown on her face as she turned around catching him making his face flush as he looked away
The color drowning from her face making his heart leap to tell her he was okay but it was too late
She was already rushing over making him push off the wall to stand tall, even with a wounded side he
She held his other arm getting him to come inside and sit, he didn't stop her..hell he couldn't even understand what was going on
She was touching him!
Her hands were so soft
He let himself be pulled away from the door eyes mesmerised worried pout on her lips
She walked towards her station getting everything she needed
Her hands were shaking, and he noticed, frowning
What could it be? Worry? For him?
How could such a beautiful being concern herself with worry for such a trivial matter like him?
His eyes were fixed on her fingers, her alta striken fingers, they looked beautiful adorned with little rings
It made him look at his own hand. The rings were larger, more expensive, but his hands were rough, the red on his fingers held blood not beauty unlike her
He couldn't help but want to hold them in his own "yuvraj..?" Her tiny voice made him snap out of his thoughts
It was so muffled tho, he couldn't move without seeing sparkles around her, he had to close his eyes to protect himself from her divine
He got lost in dreaming about his new goddess
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Hours had passed, his eyes fluttered open, his hand immediately going to hold the side of his head
He didn't feel skin making him look at his hand, which was perfectly bandaged up. He winched when he tried to sit up
His eyes met the wound that had led him to her in the first place, all bandaged up
Her...
Her!
Where is she
His eyes moved in search of her
A frown appeared on his face as he looked around, his guard up suddenly
Where was he
He had woken up in a chamber unknown to him
He stumbled a little as he reached the window, the maheshmati sun setting, creating a beautiful hue
He heard the soft sound of payals *chan chan* with a lot of chatter between the women, as well as the bells of the temple
Looking down, it proved he was still in some part of the palace, but where
The sweet sound of payals reached him again, briefly putting his mind to ease
But her eyes fluttered open reaching for his kataar as soon as he realized the sound was coming closer
But there was nothing. He realized most of his jweles and all his weapons were gone
His good hand wrapped around a candlestick swinging it towards the person behind him
His eyes held anger at the unknown surroundings and his weapons being taken away
But his eyes immediately softened at the soft gasp, and the flick of her nosering, her eyes held fear, but her hands were tight around the thal
It looked like she had just come back from arti, the soft blue saree making her look younger than her age with how much glow it brought to her face
"Yuvraj" She bowed her head while he was busy admiring the sight before him. He used the candlestick to tip her chin up so she could meet his eye
"Aratrika" the name rolled off his tongue with ease
Rightfully so, with how many times he had taken it in his head while thinking of her
Her eyes were wide and dark. He was close enough to catch a glimpse of himself in her eyes
The man looked like priest, preaching to his goddess, it was absurd that the goddess looked like she wanted to flee
The corner of his lips curled slightly. "My weapons?" He asked calmly like he wasn't holding a sharp object to her neck
Her breath hitched when she tried to move, and he had the urge of bring out that sound out of her, again and again
But not out of fear..
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