Orsa
The wedding was lovely. Asha looked utterly delectable in her white gown, stark against her beautifully dark skin. Arum, too, looked dapper in his black shalwar.
They spoke their vows to one another and Kai looked at me shyly. I couldn’t quite bring myself to look at him.
There were moments when I wanted to tear his clothes from him and tell him how desperately I needed him. There were other moments when he looked at me, how he was right now, and I wanted to run. He couldn’t possibly see me clearly. If he did, he wouldn’t have that look in his eye, as though he was gazing upon the most precious jewel the world had to offer him.
It was how Asha and Arum looked at one another now. I guess this was what they called love. As Queen Tasmina cut their palms and bound them together, Ka
