“She collapsed in front of me, thinking I would help her up,” he said, and I grimaced, unable to believe such things were happening in the palace.
“Should I talk to her?” I asked carefully. After all, I had the authority to scold them. He shook his head.
“So, you liked it?” I asked, confused.
Right after we had a heated encounter on his bed, he told me someone was trying to hit on him, and he seemed okay with that.
“No, I didn’t say that,” he replied softly.
“But seems like it,” I retorted.
“Wait, wait, wait…” he turned to look at me.“Are you jealous, half-wife?” he asked, grinning in surprise.
I recoiled slightly, taken aback by his words, and shook my head.
“No… Why would I be?” I exclaimed, defensively.
“Well, it’s pretty evident on your face,”
I hurriedly cupped my face and shook my head.“No.”
He moved closer to me.“Yes.”
I shook my head again, leaning on the armrest.“No.”
He hovered over me, and I quickly placed my hand on his chest.
“Yes,” he said.
“Agastya,” a deep voice suddenly rang throughout the chamber, and I turned to see the head commander of our army part the curtains and look at us.
His face turned bright red, and he fumbled.
“Oh... umm, sorry, I should... uh, come back later.”
I turned to see Kunwar-sa scowling.
“You already spoiled it, Eklavya,”
He sat back, and I immediately stood up, placing the dupatta over my head. I watched him walk in and bow, smiling.
“Pranaam, Sum... um… I mean, Bhabhi-sa,” his words made my cheeks flush, and I rushed past him back to my room. My heart raced that night.
Everything that happened clouded my mind the whole evening. The image of him, the memory of me on his lap, swaying my hips against him, feeling his intense warmth—it was overwhelming. I couldn’t sleep properly because I felt hot all night.
?????
The next morning, I returned to work, trying to act like nothing had happened the night before.
“How are you?” Nandani asked as I walked into her chamber. She was rocking the baby in her arms.
“I should be the one asking you that,” I said, motioning for the attendants to clean her chamber as I approached her.“How is the little princess doing now?”
I looked at the baby sleeping peacefully in her mother’s arms, and I couldn't help but smile widely at her.
“She’s having a hard time adjusting to her father’s rough hands; it probably feels like a brick to her compared to her mother's,” Nandani said, making me laugh.
“Who has brick hands?”
