A/N : Sorry for the superb late update. Had been quite busy.

First I started this story as the remake of the film "Jodhaa Akbar". But lately the storyline got completely changed from the original film so decided to proceed the story the way it's going. I donno if you're liking the story. Please let me know. Thank you anyway.

Later on, for a couple of days Abhimanyu was busy with his duties towards the army. One day while he was practicing his swashbuckling, topless. He jumped, swayed his sword, moved back and forth. He sweated. Sweat drops rolled down his body. Each of his moves made him look more seductive. In the meantime Taravati finished her beauty bath and went near the window. Her wet hair was hanging over her shoulders. Yet being adorned with the least jewels, she looked mesmerizing. Her traditional 'maang teeka', bangles and neck piece made her beauty increase way much.

As she stood by the 'jharokha', her sight caught him, practicing. She held the curtain tighter and moved a bit further to see him more clearly. She smiled looking at him. All of a sudden the sky got painted with dark black color and the wind started blowing. Seeing it something struck Taravati's mind and she ran through the corridor of the palace. On the other hand Abhimanyu stopped his practice and he decided to take shelter from the rain. He went indoors. And soon, unknowingly, he was on the same path that Taravati had been on, sometimes back. Soon he reached the airy hall, the cool breeze still flowing, this time bringing with it tiny droplets of the rain, which was clearly visible. And there she was, in a distance, turning and twirling and laughing and enjoying. Abhimanyu's feet unknowingly carried him to the edge of the hall, where he silently leaned by a pillar and continued watching her in this new form of Taravati. He preferred to stay silent and admire her from a distance when he saw that she had seen him.

"Kunwar Abhimanyu?" she uttered. Her eyes were wide with surprise and shock. He had seen her, he might have been standing here for longer. How come she didn't notice him? He had seen her. She was flustered. Trying to set everything straight, she started blabbering nervously.

"Wo... hum to bas yunhi.. wo.. hawa itni achchi chal rahi thi ki hum neeche aa gaye. Aur phir... wo.. varsha aarambh ho gayi, to hum phir..."

"Arre Taravatiji ! Shaant ho jaiye. Humne kab kaha ki humein aapke barsaat mein bheegne se koi aapatti hai? Satya kahe toh...humein..." his tone was appreciating. Yet, when it came to praising her directly, he looked down nervously. "Jaiye, jaake varsha ritu ka aanand utha lijiye", he said with a smile and turned to leave.

"Aap nahi aayenge humare saath varsha ritu ka anand uthane?" Taravati asked slowly.

"Nahi Taravatiji, Humein barsaat me bheegna achcha nahi lagta. Hum bheetar jaa rahe hain", and he again turned and this time again Taravati stopped him from behind. She just grabbed his wrist and pulled him in the rain, away from the roofs and worries. Abhimanyu was taken aback.

"Arre yeh kya kar rahi hain aap?" he asked in a rush.

"Aap bas chaliye humare saath.."

When they reached the very center of the garden, that was when Taravati decided to leave his hand. Abhimanyu quickly kept his just-freed hand over his head in order to increase his shield from the rain. At seeing Abhimanyu so scared of rain and not letting even a drop hit his face, Taravati decided to take things in her hand. She cupped her right hand and let the rain water collect in her palm. Abhimanyu didn't notice this, was too busy keeping the rain away from him, not knowing that the very next moment, it would soon hit his face.

SPLASH!

Taravati threw the water in her hand straight at Abhimanyu's face. He was surprised. He stood rooted to the spot for sometime at the sudden happening. The moment the water had hit his face, a certain feeling of calm and relief had descended upon him. Maybe that's why she is so happy in the rain, he thought. Taravati started laughing. She was right. The rain was actually delightful. Looking up at the skies he let the rain caress his face. He closed his eyes to thank the god for the rain and also Taravati for giving him this moment.

The downpour had made Taravati's long hair, which were collected on the left side of her face, stuck to her clothes, her green and blue lehenga. It was making her uncomfortable so she thought of putting them to her right side. With gentle hands, she released her hair. Then with her left hand, she pushed back her hair with force and swung them to her right.

SPLASH!

Another shower of water, this time from Taravati's hair, went on Abhimanyu's face. He jerked. She silently looked at him for a while and then ran away.

"Taravati..." he called from behind and started chasing her. And, she laughed, increasing her speed. And after running for a while she heard Abhimanyu's voice.

"Hum aur nahi bhaag sakte..",said Abhimanyu, pretending to catch his breath.

"Hum bhi nahi.." Taravati said, really catching her breath. She put her one hand on her waist and other on her stomach. Her chest heaved while gulping air in her lungs.

By this time, carefully and silently, he sneaked behind her and was about to catch her when she sensed his presence and ran forward. But this time, he was too swift for her. Before she could get away again, Abhimanyu grabbed her right wrist tightly. Because of her running forward, this sudden action made her jerk and experience a pull from behind and the next moment she softly collided with Abhimanyu's body from her back.

The moment it happened, Abhimanyu's arm that was grabbing Taravati's wrist closed around her waist. He still hadn't left her hand. Together their arms went on Taravati's waist in unison under Abhimanyu's force. She had made him chase her a lot. Now he wasn't going to leave her. As he held her close to himself, he also stopped to catch his breath.

The moment Abhimanyu's arm held her waist from behind, chills ran down her spine, her heart started beating at triple the normal speed. She started breathing fast with nervousness. But also, a sudden certain bliss descended upon her. Mixed feelings, a beautiful comfort and bliss along with nervousness. Soon, she felt Abhimanyu's breath on her bare and wet left shoulder. She had earlier shifted all her hair from her right side to her left side, as a result leaving a large part of her left shoulder and neck exposed. The rain had drenched it, and Abhimanyu's breaths over it gave her this cooling and seducing sensation. She took a sharp intake of breath. For the first time, her head and heart were agreeing on the same thing. In the moment, she just closed her eyes and went with the flow. Unknowingly, she tilted her head back towards his shoulder, her eyes still closed under the seductive effect of those breaths. Their faces were so close, Abhimanyu could clearly see the expressions on Taravati's face, that showed as if she had given herself away.

Abhimanyu felt it. That intimate moment. They were so close to each other. His grip on her waist tightened. As his other hand gently touched her left arm and slowly felt its way down it towards her hand, his face lowered towards her neck. Their cheeks brushed with each other gently as Abhimanyu slowly entangled his hand with hers. He took a deep breath to inhale the essence of the moment.

Both of them were in heaven. The world was forgotten. Both of them had lost themselves in each other. The rain fell on them together. Abhimanyu's grip on her waist and her hand became stronger. Taravati exhaled sharp and then took a breath in relief.

They were lost, putting all the grudges against each other they decided to live in the moment. Decided to start afresh.