He caressed my cheek, and with my eyes fluttering shut, his lips met mine, first softly, then more intensely.
“That’s okay. Only this kind of death is allowed for you to enjoy,” he muttered against my lips.
“Shall we go now?” I asked in a slow voice.
He kissed my lips again and muttered.“As you wish, Sumanika Ji,”
And I couldn’t stop myself from giggling.
But suddenly, that couple caught my attention. Her moans filled the room, and suddenly, he pulled himself out, and she knelt before him and started sucking him again.
I suddenly felt disgusted looking at them and turned to look at him.
“Is she eating that? The white thing?” I asked, managing a small laugh, and he nodded slightly.
“Yes.”
“Ew…” I immediately shook my head, imagining it.
We walked out of the haveli, his hand in mine, capturing my attention from the ground beneath us.
“Are you okay?” he asked slowly, and I nervously nodded.
“Yes,” he offered a small smile as we walked silently toward Ashwait.
“Where to, Sumanika ji?” he inquired, rubbing his horse’s neck, and I glanced down momentarily.
“Home,” I replied, causing his brows to furrow in confusion.
“Why home? The night is young, and you have the man at your mercy; think wild,” he said playfully, and I felt a blush creeping onto my cheeks.
My stomach had felt tense and different since I had entered the haveli.
“Wherever you wish to take me,” I said, lowering my gaze again.
He smiled and stepped closer, and I instinctively stepped back. When he mentioned he wouldn’t mind if I saw another man undressed, I thought he was merely playing the ideal prince’s card. But I didn’t know how to feel afterwards.
While watching it together was easy, meeting up later presented a different challenge. We felt a sudden release of the discomfort that had been between us.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly, and I focused on his torso, unable to lift my gaze. My lashes felt heavy as he gently brushed my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his.
I nodded, looking into his eyes, and he smiled, tracing the back of his fingers lightly over my cheek, slowly sliding down to my neck.
My heart raced as he muttered,
“Punah vichaar karlo; kanyoan ke madhya humaari cchavi adhik acchi nahi hai,”“Think again; I have a poor reputation with girls.”
I inhaled deeply, my insides churned as I stared into his moonlit green, kohl-smeared eyes, his lashes thick; he resembled a predator.
Suddenly, he pulled me closer, causing my eyes to widen in shock.
“Aisa kahaan le jaayenge aap humein jiske liye humein punah sochna pade,”“What kind of place would it be if I have to think twice about it?” I asked slowly, while he leaned closer, making my breath uneven.
“Ek aisa sthaan, jahaan kanyaaein jaane se bhi kaampti hain,”“A place that girls fear going to.” he whispered, and I swallowed nervously, locking eyes with him.
“What place?” I asked, gaping at his lips that curved into a broad smile. My toes ached as I hesitated to meet his gaze.
“Sasural.”“In-law’s house.” he replied.
