I stood frozen as I watched her sprint away from me.
Fuck!!! Urgh!
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9. Suman
“Y
ou don’t have to worry about my marriage.” His words pierced through me.
Of course, I wasn’t second, and I didn’t know where I stood in the line.
It was easy for him to attract anyone; his eyes had beautiful, thick lashes,the green of which would fade into a sad shade, resembling an ocean awaiting the moon to let its waves play freely.
And I was being completely foolish.
It was wrong. It was terribly wrong. I could never forgive myself if he cheated on his fiancée with me.
I battled with my every breath, resisting, not wanting to give in. Another moment with him, and I knew I would’ve lost that battle of seven years.
Even though I could see the care in his gaze, I couldn’t be that woman; I couldn’t stand as an enemy to another woman.
Yes… Yes, I felt at home for a moment when his lips touched the tip of my nose. I felt unbothered, unburdened, and cared for. It was as if time had slowed down. For the first time, I felt this from a man. A man named Agastya Dev Singh, the most charming, handsome, and intelligent prince of Suryagarh.
But he was committed. And so I had to push him away.
What if his future wife had discovered our relationship? I wasn’t one of his many past relationships. There seemed to be no apparent reason for his actions other than attraction.
I returned to my room, shutting the door behind me.
The temperature rose around me. I could feel the heat in my cheeks and body, and my palms turned sweaty. I tried to place my hand over my heart, hoping to calm it.
I rolled onto the comforter and hid myself. The vision of him closer to me was clearer than reality. My future was clearer than reality. I couldn’t stay away from him and control myself around him.
The emotions I had always considered dead and buried awakened, reminding me that a woman who needed to be cherished by a man lived within me.
The Man. He was a man. A man.
I had never felt that way about him in the past four years. But then, why did it change suddenly?
My head spun with his thoughts, and the one that prompted me to push my comforters off my face was the thought of completing that kiss.
What would have happened if he had kissed me? What was I even thinking?
No, he shouldn’t come near me. It was wrong. Society would never accept this.
But he drew closer. With my back pressed against his chest, his lips were near my ear. My breathing grew heavy. His finger brushed my arm, sending shivers of anticipation through me. His chest felt warm against my almost bare back.
I felt him leaning into my neck. My lashes closed tightly, and a slight wetness formed in my core. It was wrong, but it felt good. The touch didn’t burn me. The voice didn’t bite me. And the softness made me feel cared for.
I pressed my thighs together. We were on the bed, and he smiled at my struggle. Placing his hand on my thighs, he parted them, shaking his head,‘Only me’.
His words made me feel even hotter, and I turned to face him and sat on his lap. I felt his hardness against me, and it thrilled me.
‘Kunwar Agastya,’I murmured, kissing his cheek, and in that instant, I opened my eyes.
I quickly glanced around and straightened up.
