As he looked into my eyes, I realised we had shared a few intense moments, yet this silence felt more intimate and captivating.
When he thrust his dagger into me, my mind spun, and my body resonated with each thrust, creating its own melody. And when he placed me in his lap and awarded me the very first act of pleasure in my life, I was too stunned to react. But this was entirely different.
I didn’t feel dizzy; my body wasn’t heated enough to have a mind of its own. There was peace and quietude to capture these moments for a lifetime.
Darkness shrouded the chamber, except where a few fire torches were in the corner, and a lamp on the table by the couch cast light. The curtains at the bedroom entrance and the windows were fully closed. It was past midnight, and the chaos and the distinct sounds of attendants and soldiers walking and gossiping had quieted down completely.
The silence thickened the seasonally chilly night air, making his normal breathing audible. From a distance, the chirps of the insects and crickets dripped into my ears.
I pulled my knees up, feeling self-conscious about my waist being visible amid the dupatta tucked into the side of my skirt.
His deep eyes locked with mine. The dark green ocean pulled me deep into a surreal world where the chance of anyone intruding on our peaceful life was slim.
I gulped nervously, noticing his gaze drop to my lips, lingering there.
The tightness in my heart intensified slowly as I waited for him to look away. However, the warmth of my cheeks transformed into heat—the heat from a lover’s gaze, innocent yet sinful. Loving but dangerous.
My stomach tightened under his unwavering gaze, and a nervous thrill coursed over my skin. I turned, breathless, seeing him staring at my lips.
As he inhaled deeply, his cheeks turned darker. He lifted his gaze to meet mine, a cloud of questions visible in his eyes.
My heart sank to a new low, lost in his fresh green darkness, mesmerised by the warm glow soothing my soul from just inches away.
My gaze fluttered shyly as he moved closer. His palm brushed my head gently, and he hovered over me.
The pause was agonising. My toes curled in anticipation. His gaze fell to my lips again, and the rough yet gentle embrace of his palm on top of my head felt like the most comforting thing I had ever experienced.
I gulped nervously.“Someday, someone will see us,” I said in a low voice.
“We aren’t doing anything wrong,” he responded in a deep voice. The word‘wrong’hung heavily on my breath.
“Huh?” The words stuck in my throat.
I was too stunned to speak, waiting for him to move down the last few inches and take me on a flight to heaven, a pleasurable abode.
His wicked grin made me impatient. A low chuckle followed, and I couldn’t help but push him away, causing him to laugh.
“Tell me you’re thinking what I’m thinking,” he laughed, and I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath.
“No, I’m not thinking what you’re thinking,” I said, feeling his hand on my stomach.
His fingers raked over my waist as he looked at me and spoke,“You can tell me how you’re feeling. I’m your husband,”
A timid smile appeared when I heard the word‘husband’.“I will, if I feel anything,” I said slowly, and he shifted closer, resting his head on his elbow.
“So, how was your day?” he asked, and I realised he asked me this every time we met.
I intertwined my fingers with his. The feel of his fingertips sent a tingling sensation across my waist, and I nestled closer, burying my face in his neck. Nothing felt more comforting than his scent after a long day.
There was the home where I was born, then the home where I got married, and then the home where I forgot everything and moved on to live peacefully. Yet, being held in his arms felt more comforting than any heaven.
He was the devil who could kill for me and was the god who could protect me from any devil. I felt liberated with him. He not only made me feel good about myself but also about others. He was unlike anyone else. I always felt at ease around him, even before our wedding. I had never seen him flirting with anyone or making anyone feel uncomfortable.
“Hey,” he muttered, sliding his hand along the curve of my waist, gradually pulling me closer. He pressed his back against the bed and laid me on his chest. It was firm yet comforting.
He pulled the duvet over us, and I closed my eyes as he stroked my head, soothing the uneasiness.
My breathing calmed with each passing moment.
