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~past~

Y/n's POV:

We got down from the car after brother parked it and went towards the shoe counter where we have to remove our shoes. Then we entered the temple.

Namjoon's POV:

I looked up at the very top of the temple. I can't believe I was already standing near it. The structures and the designs are WOW! Indians were really advanced in engineering back then, that too without any machines. This temple is not to old, made in 19th century, made by Rani Rashmani.. yes yes, I searched about the temple in Google, that's why I know.

We were already standing in the line to worship the goddess. The line is not too long, maybe we are early, that's why. Soon, we reached near the idol and I was mesmerized by the beauty of the goddess. She is wrapped in red benarasi saree with golden embroidery, she looks so real. I payed my salutation to the deity. Mrs. Dutta and Eomma gave the sweets and fruits to the priest that they brought for the deity. We were praying to the deity. But I found something similar. HEY WAIT.. WHAT!

I looked at Y/n, standing at my right side, praying, closing her eyes and her hands joined. I noticed her saree once again. It's red and black and the goddess' skin is black and the saree is red.

I was spellbounded by the beauty of Y/n, once again. And the similarities between the goddess and her. Indian girls really have their own Miss Universal level's beauty.

After we prayed, the priest gave us the sweets or you can, prasad(the Goddess 'food with her blessings) and we left from the line. After backing up, I took out my phone and clicked some photos of the Goddess. We were walking out of the main shrine downstairs. The stairs were made up of stone and coloured in red, which were heating up quickly by the sun rays and burning our feet. But as soon as we reached the ground, Y/n suddey screamed and knelt down at her feet.

- Ahh! Oh my god!
Mrs Dutta and Namhee reached to her and knelt. Y/n was holding the thumb of her left foot. Then I noticed a honey bee lying on the floor. I understood immediately. She got stung by the bee accidentally.

- I think its the bee. Let me see..
Saying that, I knelt down and was about to touch her foot but she didn't allow me with a agonizing face.
- No..No... don't touch my foot. You are older, Ahh!
Before she could even finish her sentence, I pulled out the stinger from her skin before it was too late. The sunlight was hitting our face. We could feel the burning sensation on our skin.
- I think this is not a good place to sit. Let's go inside the main shrine. It's hot here.
~I said~
- Yes, but I don't think Y/n can walk.
~Eomma said.~
- I-I can..
She stood up while Mrs Dutta and Namhee supported her. She was limping all the way upstairs.
- I think it would be a good idea to carry her. Or else the venom will spread even more and will cause her pain.
~Namhee said~

Durnibar carried her till the shade. After placing her on the floor, I knelt down again and pressed the skin of her thumb to pinch the venom out of the skin. I succeed. Then Durnibar bought some lime to apply on that stung place to heal it.

Y/n's Pov:

The stung was really painful. I was about to cry because of the pain. But he was the savior. He didn't let me shed a tear off from my eyes. I was really embarrassed and was feeling guilty when he touched my leg. After all, he is older than me. And elders shouldn't touch youngers' feet, right? It's okay if it was a doctor but... still... my sensitive foot sent goosebumps on my body because of his touch. The look on his face when he was examining the stung area carefully, furrowing his eyebrows, his face when I was refusing him to touch me but he ignored. And then he was applying the paste-lime. The paste couldn't help me not to feel his touch once again. His another hand was grasping my foot securely... OMG! I can't tell anymore. I was really shy.

~present~

Y/n's POV:

Sarat came and sat on the bed in front of me. I was reading a story of Sarat Chandra Chottopaddhay, Devdas... I was feeling each and every line written by him. My eyes in fact started to tear, just thinking about him. I didn't know he was there. Suddenly he took my hand in his. I was too shocked to process. I looked up at him. My face reflected on the mirror in front of the bed. I looked down and I am sure that he predicted I am shy. But I am not. I think, these are what couples do in arranged marriage? I am married now. Sarat is my husband. And I think this is still a crime to have another person in my heart when I am not his anymore. But I couldn't help it. I want to forget Namjoon but I can't. I have to focus on my future. I don't know..
- Are you thinking something?
My thoughts broke.
-N..noo.. it's nothing. Actually this story is emoional to me. That's why I was thinking about it.

After a moment of silence, he spoke,
- I think this is the first time we are having a proper conversation? After... marriage?
- Yes, I think so...
- Your hand says that you have a really good personality..
I chuckled at his words. I looked up at him, raising one eyebrow.
- You believe in those palmistry?
-Ab... no..
- Well, I am flattered. Thank you.
We laughed together. He is really a good person, has a open heart. But his touch was friendly, not romantic. Like what best friends do...

A/N: What did you think? Namjoon gonna carry her? Nah, I am not a thing 😉

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