“I’m coming,” I told the attendant as I watched her leave.
“How can you do that?” she asked, widening her eyes, and I kissed her cheek.
“Bas bhai-sa ko pata chalne do, phir to hum tumhe baandhkar rakhenge,”“Wait until Bhai-sa finds out; then I’ll keep you tied.”
She bit her lip, and as I leaned closer, she struggled initially, but gave in when my lips met her neck, sucking her flesh gently.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she pleaded,“No more bruises, please.”
I couldn’t stop myself.“It’ll take more than a request to stop me, love,”
She winced and withdrew her face. Her anguished eyes locked onto mine, and she lightly slapped my cheek.
“Bilkul baat nahi maante aap,”“You don’t listen to me at all.” Frustration dripped from her tongue as I stared at her blankly.
I loosened my grip and lowered my gaze in silence.
“Kunwar-sa, I’m sorry, I truly didn’t mean to,” she said, cupping my cheek, making me look at her.“Alright, bruise me as much as you want,” she said in a low, tense voice, brushing her hair aside.
“No, I don’t want to now,” I pouted, and she cupped my cheek.
“Oh, please,” she muttered, and I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at her.
“Suhaagraat ka samay aane do, tumhaare shareer ka ek ang nahi chodenge,”“Wait for the consummation night; I won’t spare even an inch of your skin from my touch.” I said, and she looked at me, stunned.
“You’re joking, right?” she asked nervously.
“Only fools take my words as a joke. The wise understand the wrath behind them,” I muttered, pulling her closer by her nape.
Her lips quivered. She inhaled deeply as I brushed my lips over her soft, pink petals; I closed my eyes and drew in their essence.
She shivered in my embrace as I tilted my face to the side and began kissing deeply. She was so soft.
When the heat intensified, she pushed me away and stood up.
“I have to go,” she inhaled deeply and scrambled away.
A smile crept onto my face as I watched her hide her blush and smile, walking away from me.
I silently swallowed, rising from the bed for a quick bath.
Having bathed, I proceeded to the guest quarters to meet King Abhinandan.
“Pranaam, Abhinandan,” I greeted, entering the guest chamber and finding him savouring breakfast with his twin sons, enjoying the fruits.
“Pranaam, Kunwar Agastya,” he said, stepping forward to give me a loose hug.“Where have you been? I couldn’t find you during the entire ceremony,” he said, moving away.
I smiled weakly and replied, taking a seat on the couch.“Um… I had been watching a few activities,” I said, watching him pick up one of his crying sons.
“Oh my baby,” he muttered, patting his chest, and I inhaled sharply, realising that my Bhabhi-sa was his sister. That meant my niece was in a relationship with this crying child. They shared the same genes, meaning she’d cry like him when she got older.
“Oh, God!”
“What happened?” Abhinandan asked, and I couldn’t believe I had said that out loud.
“Ah, nothing, he is cute and lovely and beautiful, I mean, children!”
Wait! I’ll also have children one day.
