A/N : This definitely took long. Nine months! Anyway, this chapter's rating definitely got up to YA. I hope I didn't overdo it. I just felt like writing something, romantic. You know! Some days are just like that. Nevertheless, ignore my mood today and just enjoy and I try making new sentences without caring about the grammatical facts. So ignore that as well. Don't forget to review AND I'm so freaking sorry to keep you waiting so long. _/\_

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|::| Two Became One |::|

Purvana made her was through the corridor of the palace with a gold plate full with flower petals for the decoration of the mandir. She really liked doing these works by herself. It gave her soul a sense of peace, which she desperately needed for the time being. Since the day she had arrived to Bijapur she was having unexpected encounters with Rajatshubhra. At the mandir, by the garden, in the kitchen. . . everywhere. It was like as if he was stalking her. Though she knew it was nothing such and as being the prince he had full access to possibly every corner of the palace, she fussed over the fact. He was affecting her badly. A glimpse of him was enough to make her fumble. Purvana couldn't help thinking about him. No matter how much she tried, when he was around she would always end up being clumsy.

When she was pondering over these silly facts and passing through the corridor, the girl bumped into someone and she jumped out of the world of thoughts. Her heart pounded as she found that whom she was drooling about was standing right in front of her. Meanwhile the plate flew in the air from her hand and the flower petals rained on them. She looked at him and their eyes met. Both prince and princess lost their count of time. They were mesmerized by one another. Just then the chattering of some handmaids coming towards their direction brought them in reality.

"Kshama kijiye!" she said and collecting the plate, ran away blushing. A dumbfound Rajatshubhra left standing on his own.

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Purvana was walking around the foresty part by the river near the palace. Off guard and lost in her own thoughts. She was thinking about the incident that took place in the corridor the day before. She remembered his eyes. Dark brown was the shade but as he gazed at her, she noticed tints of gold flickering in them. I was almost, what to say? Magical! Yes, the moment was magical. She never had such strong feelings for any other guy. She smiled and took a few more steps towards the water, unknowingly and the next second she felt a pull. Someone had held her arm and pulled her back. She swirled and bumped into someone, again. As she opened her eyes she found herself wrapped in the arms of Rajatshubhra. Cautiously, she let her hands creep up to his neck and he held her by waist. All of a sudden, they heard a troop of solders passing by. They were probably doing their regular patrolling. Rajatshubhra pulled her behind a tree swiftly, away from the eyes of the solders. Their position was quite intimate and it might cause rumors to fly if anyone had seen them like that.

As they were secured behind the huge tree, instinctively his grip tightened slightly on her waist and pulled her closer and his warm breath on her neck made her shiver. Once again his arm tightened around her while he lifted the other to touch the soft skin of her neck. Overwhelmed, she instinctively tilted her head in submission, exposing her neck to him. His tongue flickered out to her neck, and she flexed her head to a side to give him more access, relishing his feel on her skin. He rubbed his lips on her neck and as his lips reached a point near her pulse, she shivered. He kissed on that spot once more and Purvana let out a soft moan that made him bit and suck that spot of her skin and her breath hitched. She touched his cheek that was rubbing with her jawline as he kept sucking on her pulse point. As she touched his cheek, he stopped to face her. Their eyes met once again and he pushed her against the tree. She felt his warm breath on her face as he lowered his face and kissed her right on the lips. She was perplexed and couldn't understand whether she should response or no but then he bit her lower lip and she moaned and kissed him back and flattened her palm against his chest to feel his heartbeat. His heart was racing. She couldn't decide whose heart beat faster, his or hers. By the time they ended their kiss and he moved back, the product on her lips were smeared across, hair was mussed thoroughly and both their faces were flushed and flustered. None of them knew what to say but both of them knew then and there that whatever happened between them was not just a-thing-of-the-moment. They definitely had something more than that between them, developing every passing moment. They were meant to be and were becoming one.