He smiled wickedly.“No one can stop me,”
I shook my head.
“You shouldn’t do that. It's not good,” I said.“Rituals are significant, and I want you to enjoy our wedding. You look happy, but it feels like everything is being forced upon you.”
He leaned in closer and pressed his lips to my forehead.
“You’re my everything, love, every fucking thing,” he murmured.“In you, I’ve seen almost every shade of love—the magnetic pull, the infatuation, the care, the emotions, and then the pain, the hopelessness. And after all of this…” he sighed deeply, unevenly.
Then added, “… I’ve finally got you. I got you as a reward for my lifetime of hard work and longing. Someone who actually understands what pain means, someone for whom I matter, someone for whom I’m everything, and the separation, even if it’s just for a day, makes my heart ache. I seem frustrated because I can’t wait any longer to see you as my bride. But yes, I am enjoying our wedding. It’s beautiful.”
I smiled, closing my eyes, and turned onto my back.
His fingers weaved through my hair, and his hands caressed mine, over my midriff. It all felt so special.
I felt an overwhelming urge to live every moment fully, afraid that if I didn’t, those moments would pass me by too quickly.
“You look tired, love,” he said softly.
I shook my head and muttered,“No, love. I’m just capturing every bit of it.”
With his hands still brushing my hair gently, he pulled me in.
“Come here,” he said.“Let me get you out of this unnecessary weight.”
I chuckled at his offer.“Unnecessary weight?”
I moved closer anyway, and his fingers fiddled with my waist chain.
“Yes, I can now feel how much weight a married princess carries every day,” he spoke, definitely from personal experience.“I mean, there’s so much weight in these accessories and then this skirt and blouse,” he hissed by the end, making me laugh.
He slowly slid my dupatta away. The way his fingertips brushed along the side of my waist to my navel made my breath hitch. I closed my eyes, my toes curled, and I turned away, trying to hide what his touch was doing to me.
But as his fingers lazily traced patterns along my belly, up and down, I shivered, and a little giggle escaped my lips. I shifted to my side and pressed my face into his chest.
“Aap jab humein aise chhute hain to humein gud-gudi hoti hai,”?It tickles when you touch me like this.” I whispered.
A low hum rang in my ears as his fingers slowly slipped low on my back, and he moved his other hand to my neck.
I felt his fingers unlatching my necklace, and I raised my head to help him remove it.
“You smell so nice,” I said, kissing his chest.“Can I suck your nipple?” I asked, looking up.
He chuckled deeply and slid the blouse low.
“Yes, of course, it’s all yours,” he said.
I looked at his tiny nipple and pinched it.
“Ouch, Kunwar-sa!!! It’s hurting, slow down,” he mimicked my tone. I burst into laughter and smacked his chest.
Leaning in as I licked his nipple, his smile vanished. He inhaled sharply when I took it between my teeth, gently nibbling. He smiled, tucking the loose strands of my hair behind my ear.
“Ah, enough now, Kunwar-sa, leave me,” he acted again, and I bit hard on his nipple.
“Ouch, ugh, Suman!” he grunted, covering his nipple.
“You left seven bruises on my chest,” I said, drawing back just enough to look at him.
