That meant I had to go to their weapon storage room once. I suspected Rashmika, too.
After meeting him, I met Ranvijay Bhai-sa to look after the preparations.
I didn’t meet her the entire afternoon; I was too stuck on that gun thing.
I couldn’t sleep that night; only two days remained until the grand feast. An enormous crowd of guests had arrived for the princess’s naming ceremony. I worked all day alongside them, taking care of the guests; a few meetings took place, and by the end of the day, I was exhausted.
“Shall we bring your dinner, Kunwar-sa?” the attendant asked as I entered my chamber late at night. I shook my head lazily, took off my kurta, and lay on the bed.
"No, not hungry,"
My head was pounding from lack of sleep, and I sensed that something was about to happen. I was drained, but the scenario kept playing in my mind.
And I couldn’t leave during the celebration.
I pressed my hand against my head to ease the throbbing pain when a sweet voice entered my ear.
"Kunwar-sa, dinner,"
I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes, and stretched my hand to her.
She approached me quietly.
“Someone will see,” she said, looking at the open curtains of the entrance. I took her hand to help her sit on the bed, then stood up.
I went to draw the curtains of the bed and windows, then lay back on my chest, resting my head in her lap.
She hesitated slightly at the sudden touch, but gave in after a few moments. Her embrace felt so good. She was less chaotic, sorted, mature, and understanding. She was also caring and simple.
I had always disliked girls with big egos and unnecessary attitudes. However, she was calm and composed. I wrapped one arm around her while letting my other arm fall low, reaching the floor.
The silence felt like heaven after too much noise.
“Are you okay?” she asked slowly.
I shook my head.“My head hurts.”
I could feel her thighs beneath my face. She felt comfortingly warm, but I sensed she found me cold, unable to get cosy around me.
“Should I massage your head?” she asked slowly, pressing her thighs together.
“If you want,” I muttered, and she gently slipped her fingers into my hair.
As my wrist brushed against her feet, I felt her stiffen slightly. A faint smile crossed my face as I intently took my palm closer to her feet. When my fingers contacted her toes, she curled them, attempting to pull them away without drawing my attention.
However, to me, it felt good.
I gently touched her toes, and her fingers stopped on my head. She also wasn’t wearing her toe rings.
As I touched the tips of her toes once, then again, from the bigger to the smaller one, she slowly gave in.
I could sense the tension and tightness in her body. Her breathing was noticeably uneven.
“Kunwar Agastya,” she muttered in a slow voice, and I hummed lazily.
“Ah… your hand,” she muttered, but I brought my hand closer to her feet, touching the sole, tickling.
She curled and crossed her feet, and a soft chuckle escaped my lips.
