He kissed me back with a glorious mix of kisses that were sweet, hot, and wet at the same time. My breath began to come in choppy spurts, and Samrat pulled his lips away from mine as he began to explore my body.
“I’m going to kiss every inch of this gorgeous body,” he vowed, dropping soft kisses down the side of my neck. He slowly moved lower, pushing the towel out of the way as he kissed his way down to my heaving breasts.
I moaned as he squeezed my breasts, nibbling on one nipple at a time, sucking on it hard until I shook with need, before moving onto the other one. I raked my nails down his spine, and he chucked my towel across the room before getting rid of his own. I stared at his bare body, wondering how anyone could be made so perfectly. When I caught sight of his jutting erection, I gulped in fear.
“Umm, this has been very nice, but I think I’m done for the day,” I said nervously.
Samrat frowned at me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I pointed at his hardness and shook my head in despair.
“I don’t think that’s going to fit, Samrat.”
He threw his head back and laughed, which was a bit rude in my opinion. So I ran a finger gently from the base of his cock to the tip, and was very happy to hear his laughter stop abruptly. Emboldened by his response, I reached out and touched it properly, squeezing it with one hand as I moved up and down.
Samrat groaned and grabbed my hand. He held my eyes as he taught me how to stroke him. But he didn’t let me do it for too long. He bent to drop a quick kiss on my lips before he resumed his exploration of my body. He nibbled and licked his way down to the very core of me.
When he got there, he placed two pillows under my hips and settled down to eat me out.
First, he ran his finger along my slit, soaking it in my wetness, before he stroked my clit. When my hips began to move in response, he held me down and parted my labia. I moved under his hands because I had never felt so exposed in my life. But Samrat soon made me forget all of that, as he began to lick and nibble on the lips before he moved to my clit. He gave it the same attention, only now, he pushed a finger into my wetness and began to move in and out, in time with his licks. I parted my legs as wide as I could and held his head in place, as my hips began to thrust in rhythm with his strokes. Then he added another finger and stretched me out, as he kept licking and teasing my clit. It wasn’t too long before I felt sparks racing up the back of my legs and coalescing inside me just before they erupted like a volcano. My whole body convulsed as I came apart in Samrat’s arms with a loud cry. When I stopped shaking, he pulled his fingers out gently and kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth like his fingers had just invaded me. I sucked on it hard, and Samrat groaned against my lips.
He pulled the pillows out from under me and covered my body with his, as he rolled a condom on his hard length. I parted my legs and welcomed the weight of him on me.
“Are you sure?” he asked one last time, and I nodded.
Samrat pushed into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his girth. When he met resistance, he stopped, but I raised my hips and told him to keep going. I kept breathing slowly and raising my hips a little every time, until he slid in completely.
He stayed very still, giving me time to get used to the feel of him inside me, but I wanted to move. I rocked my hips a little and squeezed my inner muscles. Samrat’s fingers gripped my hips tightly as he began to move. I matched him stroke for stroke as he began to pick up speed, thrusting into me with all his might.
I raised my hips even more and opened myself up to him, going by instinct, and sure enough, that familiar feeling began to build again. In no time, Samrat’s thrusts sent me over the edge for a second time. I cried out with the force of my orgasm, my whole body shaking like a leaf.
Samrat’s thrusts picked up even more speed and power, and it wasn’t long before he came in my arms, breathing heavily into the crook of my shoulder. After his breathing slowed down, he slid out of me and vanished into the bathroom, only to return with a warm washcloth. I sat up, and he helped me clean up gently before he took me in his arms and spooned me.
It was much later, after he’d poured us some champagne, that he leaned over and pulled something out of his wallet.
“When I was twenty-five, I wanted to propose to you with my grandmother’s wedding ring. But I discovered that Nilanjana had already claimed that without telling us. This time around, I don’t want to wait for the perfect ring. Will my army dog tags work as a proxy ring until I buy you a real one?”
I set my champagne glass down on the bedside table and held out my hand nervously.
“Meher Rathore, I have never loved any woman but you. You’re my rage, you’re my calm. You’re my peace. You’re my pride. You’re my joy. You are everything. I promise you I will spend the rest of my life making up for every tear you’ve shed because of me. I will love you until my dying breath and even after. Will you marry me?”
I nodded happily, tears streaming down my face, and watched as Samrat wound his dog tags around my finger. I knew what they meant to an army man. And I was proud to wear them.
When he was done, I went up on my knees and kissed him deeply.
“You are the love of my life, you maddening, funny, loving man. I can’t wait to be Meher Singh Deora, army boy. And I promise you I will love Navya like she’s my own baby.”
‘Badi meherbani,” he teased, as he pushed me back on the bed and started kissing me again.
EPILOGUE
Shivina, Isha, and Diya watched with joy as little Navya walked in front of her Kaka Sa, scattering rose petals out of a little basket as she led him to the stage. It was time for the bride’s entry, and unlike any other fashionable bride they had ever seen, Princess Meher Rathore chose to drive up to the stage in a jeep festooned with wild flowers from her favorite place on earth, her beloved forest.
Her bridegroom, Maharaja Samrat Singh Deora, smiled on proudly as she parked the jeep and stepped out carefully in her thirty-kilo House of Trikhera lehenga. She looked beyond beautiful. She looked happy. And so proud to be marrying her army boy. She flashed her wrist at him, and he beamed at the sight of the special platinum and diamond bracelet Isha had designed using his army dog tags.
“That worked out well,” said Shivina smugly. “Nadeem Qureshi, Nilanjana, and Sanjay are in jail. And Meher and Samrat finally got their happy ever after.”
