Putting the Pieces Together 8 страница

One afternoon, Kishan suggested lunch on the beach. There were a couple dozen other people already out on the beach, but Kishan found us a spot away from the sunbathers. He set up a huge beach umbrella, and after slathering me with sunscreen, he set out our picnic lunch.

Kishan bustled about excessively happy. He pressed a flute of sparkling apple juice into my hands, he fed me grapes and crackers smeared with caviar. As I hesitantly took my first bite of the delicacy, I found it tasted like butter with a little pop that burst in my mouth with the faint flavor of the sea. After we’d eaten, he kicked off his shoes and took off his shirt and went for a swim while I read a book.

When Kishan came back and toweled off, he shifted the umbrella so he could lie in the sun but put his head on my lap in the shade. He laughed when I complained about his wet head but I soon got over that and stroked his hair and his warm shoulders absently as I read. He was so still and quiet, I thought he had fallen asleep, so it startled me when Kishan reached for my hand. He pressed it to his bare chest and looked at me tenderly.

“Kells, I feel like my life is starting to make sense. That everything I’ve been through has been for a reason, for a purpose.”

“I think that’s true.”

He sat up and stroked my face. “I believe I was destined for this, to live this long, to experience what I did, so that I could be here, now, in this moment, with you.”

I laughed. “Well, maybe not this exact moment. I think destiny had more in mind than the two of us eating caviar.”

“It’s not about the caviar. It’s about something more important.”

“What do you mean?”

Taking both my hands in his, Kishan continued, “Look, I know that we have another prize to win, and I know that we still have to defeat Lokesh. The timing could, of course, be better...”

“The timing for what?”

At that moment, my gaze flitted to the water as two blue eyes broke the surface. Next came a bronze torso, and a handsome man emerged and reached up to smooth back his dripping hair. Water sluiced off his powerful form as he stepped toward the shore. My mouth went dry, and 99 percent of my brain power and attention were riveted on him.

“... and you know how I feel about you,” Kishan went on. “You’re the only girl for me. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with. The one I want to wake up with every morning.”

I nodded absently, only half-listening to what he was saying and watching the other girls on the beach take notice of the dark Poseidon walking among them.

“... used the ruby we found in the House of Gourds, and also the diamond teardrop Durga gave me. It’s all just a formality anyway. I mean, we already know how we feel about each other.”

“Right...” I said woodenly.

The most perfect man on Earth turned his sea-blue eyes on me, and I caught a hidden message in them as he walked toward me. He wantedme. Out of all the beautiful bikini-clad girls, he was heading toward me. Me—with my white skin, golden brown braids, and a floppy hat. Me—the girl cowering from the sun and the heat under my wide beach umbrella, wearing a one-piece and a cover-up.

I swallowed thickly. Time slowed and each long stride he made was imprinted on my brain. I took in everything. The stubbornness of his chin. The set of his sensual mouth. The determination in his brow. I noticed the wideness of his shoulders. The planes of his chest. The thick muscle of his arms.

I remembered how he touched me, how he held me, and how he liked to slide those very nice hands into my hair. I saw every water droplet on his chest and shoulders and, heaven help me, I wanted to kiss away each one.

Kishan interrupted my thoughts. “So what I’m trying to say is—”

“Yes?” I mumbled distractedly. “What are you trying to say?”

Kishan brushed a soft kiss on my bare shoulder where my cover-up had slid off and said tenderly, “What I’m trying to say,Kelsey, is that I want you to be my wife.” He slipped something cool and smooth onto my fourth finger.

I blinked and shifted my focus to Kishan, who was looking at me with love and gentleness. On my left hand, I saw the glint of a diamond ring. Slack-jawed, I glanced up. Ren had frozen and was staring at my hand in shock. Slowly, seconds crawled by and his blue eyes met my brown ones. Trapped in his gaze, I saw a sort of purgatory that blazed behind them.

The moment seemed to last a lifetime. Then his demeanor became cold. I felt the freezing touch of his eyes caress me one last time and then Ren disappeared. The only reminder of him was the icy jewel sitting heavily on my finger. What felt like an hour of silent communication had happened in just a few seconds.

I took a deep breath and offered Kishan an emotional smile. I leaned over to kiss his cheek while tears filled my eyes. The sun hitting the diamond shot rainbows onto my bare thigh. I touched my leg briefly and flinched at how cold my skin was. A part of me wondered if I’d ever feel truly warm again.

Kishan wrapped his arms around me and asked, “What is it, love? You don’t like the ring?”

I held my hand up and blinked the tears from my eyes so I could clearly see it. It was lovely. A teardrop diamond rested in the center while curved lotus petals cut from the ruby he’d found in the House of Gourds radiated outward. Clusters of diamonds shaped as leaves ran down either side of the white gold ring.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

“It dims in comparison to the woman I love,” he replied.

“I... I didn’t think this would happen so fast.”

His face lit in a slow, lazy smile. “When I see something I want, I go after it, remember?”

I shut my eyes for a moment and felt a tear plop onto my lap. “I remember.”

Kishan brushed tears away from my cheeks and said soberly, “For the longest time I didn’t think I deserved to find love again. You were right when you said I blamed myself for everything. I thought I was responsible for it all—the curse, Yesubai’s death, Lokesh—but when I met you, something changed.

“I remembered who I was, who I am—Prince Sohan Kishan Rajaram. I’d always been the younger brother, the second in line to inherit the throne but that time is past and that kingdom is gone. Now I realize that none of those things mattered, that my regrets were preventing me from seeing,” he trailed a finger lightly down my cheek and jaw, “the beauty the world offered.”

Trailing warm, slow kisses over my shoulder and up my neck, he continued, “You made me believe that I still had something to offer to the world, something to offer to a woman.”

Kishan smiled when I swayed unsteadily. Pirate gold eyes looked into mine, and I sucked in a breath as I realized a smoldering passion lay hidden there behind them. It was glossed over by layers of patience and love, but I could still feel the intensity humming between the two of us.

At that moment, I knew that Phet was right, that this handsome prince was an equally good choice and that it would only take a gentle nudge for me to be completely enveloped by him. Stroking his arm, I slid my hand up slowly over his muscular shoulder until I cupped his neck. His pulse thumped wildly, and in a blink, his eyes changed. It was like throwing a match into a barrel of oil.

A rumble sounded in his throat as he pulled me toward him. I placed my hands against his bare chest, warmed by the sun, and his lips found mine. Kishan’s hands gently gripped my arms and pressed me closer. The kiss was wild, aggressive, and demanding, challenging me—not only to meet his ardor, but also to feel as passionate about him as he felt about me.

Soon the kiss changed, and the smolder that had escaped his control was once again hidden just below the surface. I stroked his hair and held him close. The untamed black tiger closed his golden eyes and kissed me again, this time sweetly. Squeezing my waist, he said tenderly, “Kelsey Hayes, I promise that I will always love you, and I will try my best to be a good husband.”

I put my hand on his cheek and touched my forehead to his. “And I’ll try my best to be a good wife.”

Although I was happy to be Kishan’s fiancee, there was one unraveled thread in my otherwise beautiful tapestry. The bittersweet tangle irritated and tickled, and it was all I could do not to grab hold of it and tug, but I knew if I did, I’d destroy this precious new life I was trying to create.

I truly loved Kishan, and I knew that marriage was where we were eventually heading, but a part of me, deep down, grieved. I felt like a shell of a person. On the outside, everything looked fine. I was healthy, happy, and had a great future all planned out. Kishan would love me passionately and be a good husband and flather. We’d have a dozen sons who would all want to grow up to be little warriors like their dad.

On the inside, though, I was empty. I had nothing to give him. My goal in life would be to make him believe I had absolutely no regrets about my choice. To pretend that I was whole. Complete.

Mom? Durga? Mr. Kadam? What do I do? How do I stop loving Ren? Please, please, please, help me give Kishan all the love he deserves.

Oblivious to my thoughts, Kishan pulled me into his strong arms and whispered plans for our future. He stroked my arm and my hair and told me how much he loved me. I remained quiet. I leaned back against his warm chest, and we sat like that, watching the tide come in until it turned dark.

guise

The next afternoon I took a long walk by myself, partly to clear my head and partly to find Ren, who had disappeared after my... engagement on the beach. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say if I found him, but somehow I knew I needed to.

The breeze drove the clouds across the sky, pushing the gray puffy mounds into one another. The scent of rain was in the air so I hurried out the door.

Winding my way through the jungle, I headed north and walked along a path for fifteen minutes or so. The trees felt cool and once in a while a plop of cold water hit my bare arms. Then I cupped my hands to my mouth and shouted, “Ren?”

I waited, watching for the familiar form of my white tiger, hoping to see him bounding over a fallen log and to my side.

Stepping away from the path and into the trees, I dropped my bag at my feet. “Ren?” I shouted again in a different direction.

Nothing. I sat on a log, my chin on my fists, and thought about my predicament. I’d always dreamed of a big wedding. Of walking down the aisle to the man I loved, the man of my dreams.And Kishan more than adequately fits that description. In fact, as far as Prince Charmings go, he exceeds any girl’s expectations.

Loving Kishan wasn’t the problem. He was a great guy. Better than great. He was fantastic. I ticked off his traits in my head.Kishan is kind, handsome, brave, a good kisser, strong, he gives great massages, and he loves me. What else could a girl need? What is my problem?

As I sat there stewing, I heard a noise. An old, wrinkled woman hobbled down the path carrying a large bag. Deep-set brown eyes studied me from a face that had seen too many years in the sun. She smiled and nodded but kept shuffling along with slow heavy steps. White hair peeped out from beneath her bright yellowdupatta and her flowing skirt was marked with stains from the forest.

Just before she passed me by, one of her woven shoes slipped off her foot, and she toppled heavily to the ground. Her bag split open, and brown fruits about the size of small potatoes rolled in every direction. She groaned, and I immediately went to help her stand.

When I deposited the fruit and missing shoe at her feet, the old woman smiled and said, “Thank you. I Saachi. I rest here few minute. Okay with you?”

“Sure. It’s not like I own the log. I’m Kelsey. It’s nice to meet you.”

The woman inspected her bag of fruit, feeling them for bruises and then pulled one out of the bag. “Take. You must try. Sapota. Many grow here. Good to eat.”

Handing me the brown fruit, she grinned, revealing a mouthful of surprisingly white teeth and then ate a piece herself, wiping the dribbling stray juice on her scarf.

Tentatively, I bit into the fruit. The flesh was yellow-brown and the texture was similar to a pear, but the favor was like malt with just a hint of caramel.

“It’s good. Thank you,” I mumbled while turning the fruit to study it.

“Chinese call this heart fruit. You see?” she said and lifted another fruit to show me its shape. “It look like heart. All fall to ground when see you. Mean you broken heart, bruised. Bad luck to walk past you. Why your heart broken? You pretty girl. Strong back. What wrong? You got no mans?”

I laughed dryly. “No, I have too many mans. It’s a long story.”

“What you mean too many mans? I fix problem. Tell Saachi about the mans. They strong? Pretty?”

“They’re both strong and both very pretty.”

“Ah!” She grinned. “Saachi like story about pretty mans.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes. Well, they’re brothers. The older brother is named Ren and the younger is called Kishan.”

She nodded. “Good name.”

“Right. Anyway, the younger brother, Kishan, asked me to marry him.”

I flashed the ring on my finger, and she inspected it closely.

“He want you wife? He a good man? Hard work? Lazy mans no good,” Saachi said.

“Oh, he’s not lazy. He’s very brave. He takes care of me. It’s just that... I love his brother too. I was with his brother first. We loved each other and then we were... apart for a while. During that time Kishan and I became close.”

“Ah,” she said as if understanding. “Happen my friend. Her man go away trip. Not come back long time. Then she marry other. Later her first mans come home but already too late. He go away again. No come back. Not too late for you. You no marry. You go back first mans. You still love him?”

“Of course I still love him. I never stopped loving him, but I can’t go back. He... it’s not safe when I’m with him.”

“What you mean? He hurt you? He beat you? Why you no choose him?”

“No.” In a tiny voice, I whispered, “That’s not why I’m afraid.”

She smacked her lips and shifted to a more comfortable place on the log. “You one crazy girl. You afraid handsome man who love you.”

I groaned, stood up, and started to pace. “The problem is he has a superhero complex. He likes to rush off and save the day.”

“That’s good. Brave mans,” she clucked.

“No. That’s bad. Heroes get killed. Every time he tries to save me, he risks his life. He endangers himself constantly.”

“Bah. Is no problem. Only problem your mind.”

“No!” I whipped around. “Don’t you understand? Mr. Kadam isdead! My parents aredead! If Ren dies, that’s it for me. There’s nothing else. The people I love die. I’m afraid that if I let myself love him, really love him... it’s like giving him a death sentence.”

I sat down heavily on the log again. “When the bad guys came for me—he stayed behind and got captured. When he couldn’t give me CPR—he broke up with me and handed me off to Kishan. When an evil man got too close to finding me—he sacrificed his memories of us. Every time something threatens me, he rushes ahead to face it without thinking about what will happen to me ifhe dies. He was supposed to be a king. Maybe that’s where he gets his overdeveloped sense of duty from.”

“Then easy pick. You choose other brother,” the old woman concluded.

“I want to be a good wife for Kishan. I’ll love him, and we’ll raise a family together. And hopefully that will mean that Ren will stop hurtling himself into the arms of death.”

She clucked her tongue. “Is good but which mans make you happy? Make you feel so much?”

“I feel for both of them.”

“Huh,” she grunted. “You most happy time who?” she insisted while peering at me shrewdly.

I squirmed then admitted softly, “Ren.” Her thick eyebrows rose and she wore an “Ah-Ha” expression. I quickly explained, “But it doesn’t matter. I’mchoosing Kishan. I promised Kishan I’d never let him be alone again. And hewill, I mean hedoes, make me very happy. I love Kishan.”

“But your heart is divide.”

“Yes. And the truth of it is... most of my heart belongs to Ren. I never stopped loving him. When we were apart, nothing mattered. I was lost. The only thing that kept me going was the hope that someday we’d be together again. That, and Kishan needed me. Ren thinks that as long as Ilive I’ll be okay. But he’s wrong. If he is killed, and I have to put him into a grave next to Mr. Kadam, I won’t recover.”

I smiled wanly and turned to face the quiet jungle. “You see? Ican’t live without him. So to keep him safe, to keep my heart safe, we can’t be together. Do you understand?”

A familiar voice answered, “I think I do.”

The breath froze in my body. Saachi’s voice had changed to a silky, smooth tone, like caramel and honey. It was a voice I was very familiar with. Closing my eyes, I turned to face the man standing behind me.

I took a deep breath. Slowly I opened my eyes, and my anguished heart beat thickly when I saw his expression.

“The Scarf...” I said, realizing how he had tricked me into admitting the truth.

“Yes,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion. He lifted his hand to sweep his hair from his face and let out a shaky breath.

I took a step toward him. “Please, try to understand that none of this matters. It doesn’t change anything. I’ve already decided upon a course of action, and I intend to follow through with it.”

“I wanted to know. I needed to know. You’ve kept your true feelings from both of us. Kelsey, why didn’t you share these worries? These fears?”

“Would it have changed anything? Does it really make a difference?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. But at least all the cards are on the table now.”

I bit my lip. “Are you going to tell him?”

“Don’t you think he needs to know?”

“I don’t see how it will help.”

He stood quietly as he considered me and then sighed. “I suppose for now we can keep this just between the two of us.”

“Thank you.”

Feeling awkward, I gathered up my bag and turned on my heel to head back into town. My skin prickled with the awareness of the man following along silently behind me.

barren island

Finally Nilima announced it was time to go. I stood on the dock yawning at four a.m. while Ren and Kishan peeled back a tarp covering a futuristic looking Disneyland type of ride that bobbed in the water.

“What... is that?” I asked Nilima with a slight accusatory edge to my voice.

Kishan moved past me as he untied some ropes. “We call it the Skimmer.”

“But what is it?” I replied.

Nilima explained. “It’s a prototype that Rajaram Industries has been developing.”

Ren climbed on top of the structure. “Kadam said he modeled it after the giant jellyfish.”

“But—” I stammered.

“I know. There wasn’t time,” Ren interrupted. “We haven’t figured out how or when he started developing it. But here it is nonetheless.”

Nilima shooed him away. “It’s part submersible, part luxury cruiser but with the full sustainability of a nuclear submarine. We call it a Skimmer because it doesn’t dive as deep as a sub. It’s meant for exploring reefs and shallow waters in comfort, though it can cross oceans as well.”

“It seems a bit small to cross oceans,” I said nervously.

“You’re only seeing the top deck,” Kishan protested. “Most of it’s underwater. It can stay submerged just as long as most modern submarines. We have the latest technology that creates oxygen from the ocean itself. Just wait until you see the bubble.”

“A bubble? What do you mean? Is it safe?”

“He’s referring to the observation bubble in the nose. That is the part modeled after your giant jellyfish, though this glass version is considerably larger. It provides a 360-degree view of the surrounding ocean,” Nilima added. “The engine runs quietly on a top-secret fuel-cell technology that takes its power from the ocean so as not to disturb under water ecosystems. We also installed a very unusual and not-yet-out-on-the-market type of underwater lighting so passengers can feel more a part of the ocean world. It’s been through numerous trials, Miss Kelsey. We even have a small motorboat on board.”

I put my hands on my hips. “That’s just... just amazing,” I marveled.

Ren moved past me, brushing against my shoulder softly without looking. He headed into the Skimmer’s dark interior and disappeared.

“And you’re sure they know how to drive this thing? It’s a pretty expensive underwater bumper car, Nilima.”

“Kelsey, relax. Ren’s been up most of the night practicing with me. We know what we’re doing.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that idea so I said nothing but the memory of Nilima dancing in Ren’s arms at the beach party suddenly flooded my mind and I had a hard time focusing. When all three of us were aboard the craft, Nilima waved and hollered out from the pier. “Be careful at Barren Island.”

“Why?”

“The volcano is active,” she shouted.

“What? What! Why doesn’t anybody tell me these things?”

Kishan laughed as he descended the ladder behind me. “Because we know you’ll react like this. Come on. Let me show you your room.”

As I shuffled through the boat, I mumbled about volcanoes and walking on hot lava, and about why Durga’s prophecies never ended at a day spa. I remembered a movie in which the lava ate away a guy’s legs to his knees, and his body melted into the pool of it.All things considered, fighting Lokesh might be easier.

Soon I forgot all about the volcano and marveled at the incredible invention Mr. Kadam had somehow been able to commission before his death. My room was decked out with a mini-fridge, a small sink, and cabinets on one side and a narrow table with a seating nook on the other. I had a luxurious private bath and a king-sized bed.

“Wait until you see your view,” Kishan said proudly.

He walked over to a long set of panels and pushed a button. With a quiet whir, the panels slid back, revealing floor to ceiling glass and it wasn’t until then that I realized that my room was a curved sort of pod. The glass mimicked the lining of the giant jellyfish, but the glass was crystal clear. The lights automatically dimmed, and I stepped forward on the invisible floor, gazing into the Andaman Sea.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Kishan whispered.

“It’s amazing! Are we moving already?” I asked, not being able to tell if a fish swam by us, or we moved past it.

“Yes. Can you feel it?”

I shook my head, impressed by how silent and still the craft was. Mr. Kishan had outdone himself.

Kishan left me to explore the rest of the ship, and rounding a corner, I found the observation bubble. Couches and soft chairs in silver were bolted somehow to the glass floor, and I sat there in silence for a time, surrounded by the ocean. A bit later, I climbed a set of stairs to find the control center where Ren sat in his own mini bubble above the waterline. Ren showed me some of the dials, and I admired the expansive view of the ocean through the curved glass.

“Too bad we can’t enjoy the breeze,” I mentioned.

Ren smiled softly and pushed a button. A section of the glass dome above us shifted and slid away. Instant sunroof.

I headed down some steps to the surface deck of our futuristic sci-fi craft. The wind blew the hair away from Ren’s handsome face just as we rounded a section of beach and the city of Port Blair came into sight. Soon the only lights I could see were our own running lights and the fading stars.

Ren stood stiffly at his post and seemed to be doing a good job of ignoring me. I decided to watch the sunrise and made my way carefully to the front of the ship where I sat and let the ocean spray tickle my feet. After an hour, I was rewarded with a breathtaking view. The water turned pink, then gold, and then, as if I willed it into appearing, the round sun burst from the sea.

For some reason it made me think of Mr. Kadam. I smiled sadly and wondered what interesting facts he’d share if he were here. I sat there for another half hour, letting the sun warm my skin while I breathed the fresh scent of the ocean.

Ren and Kishan took turns steering the boat. A few hours later, we skirted Neill Island, then cruised by Havelock Islands, and headed out to open ocean. The weather was nice, and we made good time traveling the sixty-five nautical miles to Barren Island. As it came into view late in the afternoon, I could see that the volcano was definitely still active. Small wisps of steam and spirals of smoke rose into the air from the caldera. I marveled at the wide black path of cooled lava that had oozed from the center and had either punched or melted a hole through the mountain wall before sliding into the sea at a fairly gentle slope. It reminded me of a fried egg after the yolk had been broken.

Though a huge part of the island was covered in black ashes, there were still enough green trees and small shrubs around the circumference to see it had been beautiful once. There were no beaches; the mountain cliffs seemed to rise straight up out of the sea.

The three of us stood on the top deck looking at the island, and with a few murmured words, Ren and Kishan decided to drop anchor on the western side, upwind, where there would be less smoke. They both agreed that the best way to access the island would be hiking over the blackened lava bed and that we would start early the next morning.

As soon as Kishan wrapped his arms around me, Ren descended to the lower deck. The air was cool, causing goose bumps to shoot across my arms. I wrapped my arms around Kishan’s waist, snuggled against his warm chest, and said, “This is really nice.”

He grinned and brought his lips to mine. One hand slid into my hair and cupped the back of my head while the other rested gently on my neck. After a moment his fingertips began to massage the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in his kiss.

It was warm and sweet, and on his lips, I tasted just a hint of the salty sea. He stroked my jaw and after tilting my head slightly, his kiss deepened. I held onto him, knowing moments like these might not happen for a while once we started into the volcano.

He smiled at me, obviously pleased with my response, and pulled a small box from his pocket.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Merry Christmas, Kells.”

“What? It’s Christmas?”

“Well, tomorrow is. It’s Christmas Eve. Did you forget?”

“I did. It’s hard to remember Christmas when you’re in a tropical zone.” I picked up the present hesitantly. “Um, Kishan, I’m so sorry. I didn’t remember to get you anything.”

He pulled me toward him, cupped my face in his hands and gave me a soft kiss. “You agreed to be my wife, Kelsey. There’s nothing else on this Earth that I want.”

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