THE RULERS OF KHANSAAR ( PART 1 COMPLETED, PART 2 IS LOADING )

The mob closed in and Deva readied himself. The first wave of attackers rushed forward. They are armed with crude weapons and determined expressions. Deva's movements were swift and precise. He dodged and countered their blows with practiced ease, his strikes were clean and controlled. Each opponent who came near was dealt with efficience and  their attempts to overwhelm him are falling short.

Mythili watched in awe as Deva fought. His skill was undeniable, and his ability to handle the situation with such composure was impressive. He moved like a seasoned warrior, his actions are smooth and unhurried. Each assailant was subdued with minimal effort on his part.

Mythili's internal monologue was filled with astonishment.

Mythili ( to herself ) : I had no idea he was so formidable. It's like he's in complete control of the situation. I'm amazed by his strength and skill.

The leader of the mob by  seeing his men falling one by one, stepped forward with a determined look. He wielded a large sword by clearly aiming to take down Deva. 

Leader : You think you can defeat us all ? We'll see about that ! 

Deva met the leader's challenge with calm determination. Their weapons clashed, and the intensity of their combat filled the clearing. Deva's technique was superior.  his movements are precise and fluid. With each exchange, it became clear that he was in command of the fight.

After a few tense moments, Deva delivered a decisive maneuver by disarming the leader and forcing him to the ground. The leader is now defeated and shocked. He  scrambled to get away.

As the mob saw their leader fall and realized the tide had turned, their morale crumbled. They began to retreat with their confidence shattered by the sight of their leader's defeat and their own failures.

With the attackers gone, Deva turned to Mythili, who had been watching the entire scene with a mix of fear and admiration.

Deva : Are you alright ? 

Mythili took a deep breath and her voice is  trembling slightly as she responded.

Mythili : Yes, I'm fine. But what just happened was incredible. I didn't know you were so capable. You took them all down so easily.

Deva gave her a expressionless nod and his demeanor is calm after the intense confrontation.

Deva ( murmurs ) : I've had my share of training. The important thing is that you're safe now.

Mythili nodded as she is visibly relieved but still processing the events.

Mythili : Thank you Deva. I don't know how I could have managed without you. You were amazing out there.

Deva : It's my duty to protect those who need it. Let's head back to Khansaar and make sure we're prepared for whatever might come next.

As they made their way back, Mythili walked beside Deva, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and newfound respect. The encounter had demonstrated Deva's strength and dedication. Mythili felt a renewed sense of safety and confidence in his presence.

The journey back to Khansaar was filled with quiet determination. They knew that the challenges ahead would require both courage and preparation, but with Deva's skills and their mutual trust, they were ready to face whatever the future might hold.

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As the days passed following the confrontation with the mob, Mythili found herself increasingly drawn to Deva. His bravery and skill had left a profound impression on her, and as they spent more time together, her feelings for him deepened. She admired him not just for his combat abilities but for his unwavering dedication and kindness. Though she was hesitant to express her feelings directly, she found subtle ways to show her affection.

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One morning, as they walked together towards the fields where the tribe's daily work was underway, Mythili made a point of sharing more of her time with Deva. She would often find reasons to walk alongside him, her conversations becoming more frequent and her gestures more thoughtful. She always tried to tag along with him everywhere.

Mythili : Deva, I noticed how well you've been handling everything lately. I wanted to thank you for always being there. It means a lot to me.

Deva nodded. Mythili mimicked his nod as she hates this one quality in him. She wants him to talk with her a lot. But deva talks much only with Varadha and Aarathi. He is capable of taking down 100 men at once but won't speak much.

Mythili smiled as her eyes are reflecting a mix of admiration and something deeper. She often brought him small tokens of appreciation like freshly picked herbs or a warm drink she prepared herself. It was her way of showing gratitude, but each gift was carefully chosen, reflecting her growing affection.

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Mythili decided to cook lunch for everyone so that she will get a chance to connect Deva by cooking his favourites. She knows all of his favourite dishes as Aarathi always talks about Varadha and Deva whenever she cooks.  She never understood why Aarathi won't allow others to cook for deva. Deva only eats the food the cooked by Aarathi separately for him.

On that day , Everyone had their lunch except Deva who went out because of some important work. When he returned home only mythili was present in the living room.

Deva : Aarathi ! 

Mythili : She is not there ! She went to the port along with her husband.

Deva walked into the kitchen. Mythili followed him. 

Mythili : Go and sit ! I'll serve the food.

Deva nodded and walked into the dining room. She served the food cooked by her with at-most love and affection . He took the first bite and looked at her.

Deva : Who cooked the food ? 

Mythili : It's me ! Didn't you like the food ? 

Deva didn't say anything but kept on eating silently. Aarathi who just came home saw deva with wide eyes. She is more than surprised as he is eating food that she herself found less spicy. She looked at Mythili who is sitting on the chair beside deva near the dining table. She wondered what's brewing between them.

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How's the chapter ? 

Did you guys like how it is going ? 

I don't want to make deva a love-sick guy ! I want it to be a little introvert types with slow pace.