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“Alright, alright.

Just stay standing then.

Tell me, why did you call me?”

I gulped, blinking nervously, and nodded.

“Yes, I collected all my extra ornaments and assets yesterday,”

I said.

“I even had them sent to your chamber.

I want you to count them and let me know how much more we’ll need for the reconstruction on the outskirts of the kingdom.”

He looked at me and nodded.

“Sure.

As soon as the guests leave, I’ll get started.”

I nodded in return, and we spoke a little more about the plans and the time until an attendee arrived with a message.

“Ranisa, Ranaji has called for you.

He says you should leave on time to reach before sunset.”

Giving her a nod, I called out for Suman and Reva.

“I should leave too,”

Agastya said, rising.

“Hopefully, we’ll meet again soon, when we’ll be free,”

I smiled softly. “Ji.”

Suman and Reva came with the other attendants, and I turned to them.

“Everything’s ready? Shall we go?”

They nodded, and Agastya added, “Let me walk you to the main entrance.”

I nodded again, and we began walking.

With every step, I felt the slow ache.

The fire built in hadn’t cooled since morning.

The sensations pulsed through me, my body betraying me with its need.

I was already wet, longing for even the smallest touch of his hand, just one caress.

I saw him waiting near the palanquin.

Before stepping out, I lowered my veil just enough to cover my face to my nose.

My eyes lifted to see the palanquin, the attendants, the full convoy ready and waiting.

As I moved forward, he extended his hand toward me.

I inhaled deeply and placed my hand in his.

We walked toward the palanquin together in silence.

Neither of us said a word.

I was caught in a storm of nervousness, arousal, and anticipation.

But what lingered in the back of my mind was a quiet, burning question: How long will this slow fire last? How will it end?

We finally stopped before the palanquin.

“You’re getting late,”

he said softly.

I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of many eyes on us.

But I couldn’t stop leaning forward and pressing my forehead gently against his chest.

My arm curled around his waist as I muttered under my breath, only for him to hear.

“Sheegra aayiega, nahi to ye humaare praan har lega,”

(Please come soon, Rudra, otherwise I will get killed with this.) He patted my shoulder and leaned in to kiss my head.

“Dhairya rakhiye, phal meetha hoga,”

(The fruit of patience is always sweet, Ranisa.) I closed my eyes and smiled.

Taking a step away from him, I carefully lowered myself into the palanquin.

“Ahh…”

A soft, breathless gasp escaped my lips as I settled in.

The moment I sat, I felt the plushness of a cottony mattress beneath me that brought instant comfort.

But the moment of relief was short-lived when a fresh wave of sensation surged through me, deep in my body.

I shifted slightly, trying to adjust.

Suman climbed in after and sat across from me.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

she asked.

I nodded quickly.

“Why?”

I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible.

My lips parted as I breathed heavily, trying to collect myself and adapt to the unbearable heat simmering inside me.

The sensations were slowly fading, and I sat back, finding little to no relief.

Suman tilted her head.

“You look… high and dry,”

she teased, arching her brow.

I was baffled and felt my face flush.

“What? No—”

I said quickly, gulping, and tried to shift my focus elsewhere.

I placed my hands in my lap, thighs pressed together, which made it worse.

The friction and tension drove me mad.

I concentrated on my breathing as the palanquin finally began to move.

But with the first few steps, I realised just how cruel this ride would be.

Each lift and drop of the palanquin sent tiny jolts of pleasure through me, and the uneven path beneath us only intensified them.

“Ahh…”

I bit my lower lip, squeezing my eyes.

“,”

Suman’s voice cut through the haze.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked at her, her expression one of confusion and slight disgust.

“What are you doing? You’re acting… weird,” she said.

I took a deep breath, grounding myself.

“Oh, Suman… please, not now,”

I whispered in a strained voice.

I closed my eyes again, surrendering to the torture that refused to stop.

It was as if he were still there, as if he was teasing me, touching me, without laying a single hand.

My body was burning slowly from within.

And I didn’t know how long I’d last.

“, what are you doing?”

I opened my eyes with slightly parted lips and met her gaze.

My breath came out in a shaky gasp as I tried to calm myself.

I took a few deep, long inhales to suppress the intensity of the sensations, which began to dull.

Sitting had helped.

I was getting used to it—barely.

Suman was still watching me with a puzzled expression.

“My back is hurting,”

I finally said, hoping she’d buy it.

Her face softened, and then suddenly, she grinned.

“Ohh, for a moment, I thought you were possessed.”

She burst into laughter.

“I was ready to run, seeing the spirit take over you!”

“Hahahaha,”

she laughed louder, clutching her stomach.

I let out a quiet chuckle, mumbling under my breath, “Crazy.”

She smiled at me, but just then, the palanquin jerked slightly on the uneven road.

“Ahhhmmmmm…”

A soft cry slipped past my lips before I could stop.

Suman looked at me again, dubiously.

“Rudra…”

I whispered to myself, unable to hide the longing in my voice.

Then came the question I wasn’t ready for.

“Are you sore down there?”

she asked, her voice low and full of implication.

My eyes widened as a cold shiver ran down my spine.

“What? No!”

I said quickly, very quickly.

She tilted her head, unconvinced.

“I’m sleeping,”

I said and shut my eyes.

I couldn’t talk to anyone in that state.

It was torture, pure torture.

And it hadn’t been even the slightest of a long time, and I was already missing him.

The thing that he had inserted into me was surely working, making me feel thousands of things, and aroused at the wrong times.

We kept moving, and I felt deep shivers crawling up my spine every time the palanquin swayed even a bit.

And with every step forward, I felt myself slipping deeper into that unbearable, slow burn.

By the time we reached my home, I was drenched with arousal.

I had used every ounce of control I had to not moan in front of Suman and embarrass myself.

As the palanquin came to a stop around sunset, the lifters gently lowered it to the ground.

“Aauchh…”

A soft whimper escaped my lips again, and I bit hard on my lower lip to control myself.

I immediately glanced at Suman to see if she’d noticed.

Thankfully, she hadn’t.

She stepped out and said, “Come outside.”

I inhaled a few deep breaths and stretched my legs first before stepping out.

“Ahhh…”

Another quiet moan slipped from my mouth as I tried to suppress the overwhelming sensation.

I placed my feet down and straightened up, standing slowly.

The moment I did, a fresh wave of contraction hit me.

My muscles tensed, and I clenched my jaw to keep another sound from escaping.

I felt slick and sensitised down there.

I took a deep breath and tried to hold myself together to face my family.

But I was aching.

The journey had left me desperate.

I wanted his touch.

The memory of him lingered in my mind, and the craving for him pulsed stronger with every passing second.

My mind couldn’t stop replaying the images of him.

“Come,”

Suman said again, snapping me from my thoughts.

I looked at her, and she held out her hand gently.

As I took it, she furrowed her eyebrows.

“You look sick,”

she whispered.

I blinked, flustered.

Why, Rudra? Why did you do this to me now?

“I’m okay,”

I managed to say quietly, barely able to speak.

She slowly withdrew her hand, still watching me with suspicion.

I turned towards the main entrance and forced myself to walk.

My eyes landed on my mother, grandmother, and father, all of whom were waiting to greet me with smiles.

A small crowd stood behind them.

Seeing them, I instinctively quickened my steps.

But the moment I did—

A sharp jolt of pleasure ripped through me.

I froze in place, and my eyes widened.

It felt like I was back in our chamber, caged under him, with his hand around my neck and him deep inside me.

My breathing hitched, goosebumps covered my skin, and heat surged through my body.

The memory alone was torturous.

“?”

My mother’s voice pulled me back, and I blinked, exhaling shakily.

What’s happening to me?

“Maasa…”

I tried to speak, but my voice hung in my throat.

My grandmother narrowed her eyes, her voice firm.

“Ruk kyun gayi, ? Gale milo apni Maasa se,”

(Why did you stop? Go hug your mother.)

I nervously shook my head and sucked in a deep breath, closing my parted mouth.

I stepped forward to meet my mother as the sensations slowly subsided.

Taking each step with extreme care, I spread my arms to hug my mother.

I didn't know why, but I wanted Rudra even more.

I craved his touch, his smell, his hand around me, his lips everywhere on my body—him all over me.

“Are you okay?”

My mother’s voice pulled me out of my daze, and I nodded immediately.

“Ji...

Ji Maasa, I’m perfectly fine,”

I said, with a smile plastered on my face.

I had to do it.

I couldn’t end up letting everyone know what kind of kinks my husband had.

“Are you sick, ?”

My father asked, and I turned to him.

Looking at his face, I lowered my lashes, embarrassed.

“No...n...nooo...no, Baapusa.

I’m okay,”

I responded.

Why did everyone ask me about my condition? Was it so obvious on my face?

“Aao , andar chalo,”

(Come inside, ), my grandmother said, holding my hand.

“Tumhara swasthya to theek hai na, ? Din to nahi chad rahe?”

(Are you feeling okay, ...

is it early pregnancy?) she asked on our way to her chamber.

I quickly shook my head, looking at her softly.

How could I possibly tell her what I was truly feeling right now? And if she somehow figured it out, what would she think of me?

“Ahh…”

Just the thought sent another jolt of sensation through me, and I immediately lowered my gaze to hide it.

“You must freshen up.

We’ll talk at dinner,”

my father said suddenly, and I turned to him.

“Pranam, Baapusa,”

I greeted.

He stepped forward and gently kissed my head.

I smiled.

“How are you, Baapusa?”

I asked, and he pulled me into an affectionate hug.

He stroked my hair softly and spoke in an emotional tone, “How does one feel when both pieces of their heart are far away, ?”

I smiled faintly.

Honestly, I wasn’t in a state to handle emotional talks at the time.

My body was overwhelmed with a very different kind of emotion.

Still, I managed to say, “Everything will be alright soon, Baapusa.”

He smiled and gently suggested, “You must rest.

You’re looking pale.

I hope your half-minded husband is treating you well.”

I let out a deep chuckle and instantly regretted it as another wave of sensation pulsed through me.

“Ahhh…”

A soft sound escaped again, and I immediately pressed my lips shut.

He frowned, concern etched across his face as he touched my cheek.

“Are you alright, bird?”

‘Bird’, that word hit me even harder, reminding me how Rudra calls me a little bird.

My cheeks flushed instantly with the rush of memory, and sensations overwhelmed me again.

“Are you okay?”

he asked once more.

I nodded quickly.

“Yes… umm… absolutely.

He treats me well.”

My voice came out shaky.

He simply smiled and said, “Go rest before dinner.

We’ll talk later.

You look tired from the journey.”

I nodded, grateful for the escape.

Just as he turned to leave, my mother asked, “Why hasn’t Jawai sa come with you?”

Her calling him Jawai sa sent a fresh wave through me.

His dangerously commanding image flashed in my mind.

And I swallowed hard, the wetness between my thighs made me shift slightly.

I looked at her, “He will…”

before I could stop myself, the words slipped out, and I regretted it instantly.

“When?”

she asked, narrowing her eyes.

I blinked, my mind scrambling.

“Actually, we’re having guests… He’s attending to them.

He said… he’ll come after bidding them goodbye.”

My halting words and awkward pauses made her expression tighten with concern.

“Come with me to my chamber,”

my heart dropped in my stomach as she said quietly.

I was desperate for privacy, so her words sent a shiver down my spine.

Just then, my grandmother stepped in, placing her hand on my shoulder and nudging me softly.

“Chalo , tumhe ek baar Vaid Ji ko dikhate hai...

Kya pata koi sukhad samaachaar ho,”

(Come, .

Let’s have the physician take a look.

Maybe there’s good news,) she said with a smile.

I felt even more embarrassed, and heat rose up my neck.

“No, Daadisa, it’s nothing like that,”

I replied, laughing nervously.

She lightly tapped my head.

“Why are you laughing? I’m telling you, come.

Right, Abhi?”

And my smile faltered.

I knew I’d brought this on myself.

I was aroused when he was inserting it inside me, but not for once did I think of its consequences.

Why didn’t I say no to him? Why did I let him put that in me?

“Come,”

my mother repeated insistently.

“Ji…”

I muttered, following her with hesitant steps into her chamber.

“Sit here,”

she said.

I lowered myself onto the couch, doing my best to hide the rush of sensation that came with it.

She clapped her hands, calling an attendant.

“Go, bring the head physician.”

My body tensed, and I quickly stood.

“Ahh,”

A low moan slipped out of my mouth, and I immediately tried to cover it.

“Umm, Maasa, I’m okay, truly.

Just tired from the journey… and a bit hungry,”

She eyed me, her brows still drawn in concern.

“It’s alright, .

Let her check you once,”

I shook my head with an urge.

“Nooo...

I mean...

Why disturb her? I’m really alright.

Just food... It's enough... I'm sure,”

After a long pause, she finally nodded.

“Alright.

Bring her something to eat,”

she told the attendant, then came to sit beside me.

I was really nervous, and my heart was racing.

All I wanted was to meet him as soon as possible.

I was feeling everything at once—arousal, nervousness, desperation to be alone with him again.

She began speaking gently, asking about the wedding, about him, about how we’d been…

I tried to answer everything calmly, though inside, I was barely holding it together.

After a while, some attendants returned with food, and my father joined us, settling on the opposite couch.

“Bhojan kar lo, ,”

(Have dinner, .) he said gently.

My problems kept increasing.

When I looked at the food, I realised I didn’t want any.

My hunger, thirst, and every sense were hooked on only one thing: him.

I was starving, but not for food.

It had been long, but the feeling of being so was now killing me.

I was insanely turned on and needy.

“,”

my mother called, and I looked at her.

She held out a bite of food.

I didn’t have a choice, so like a good daughter, I leaned forward, took it, chewed, and forced it down.

Each bite was a struggle.

She fed me four more before I whispered, “Uhm...

I’m full.”

My grandmother narrowed her eyes.

“What? You said you were hungry, but now you're full after four bites? Stop acting like a child and eat,”

she said authoritatively.

I smiled weakly.

“Daadisa…”

and fake-yawning, I said, “I’m just tired, because I woke up early.

And the journey was long,”

Everyone looked at me, and I was terrified.

What if my plan of escaping didn’t work?

But then, saving me, my mother said, “It’s alright.

Come, I’ll walk you to your chamber.

You should rest.”

I smiled gratefully and got up, trying not to show how desperate I was.

“Yes, Maasa.

I’ll talk to you all tomorrow with my heart’s content,”

I said as I bid goodnight to my father and grandmother.

Each step toward my chamber only intensified the ache inside me—the need for him.

When we reached, my mother opened the door with a soft smile.

“Get a good sleep.”

I nodded and stepped inside.

As soon as she left, I locked the door and exhaled sharply, letting out a deep moan.

“Aahhhhhh…”

I rushed to the mirror and looked at myself.

My face was flushed, my lips were swollen, my skin was glowing with a heat that had nothing to do with the weather.

The desire that erupted within me was unbearable.

I pulled off my dupatta and removed my heavy necklace, breathing unevenly.

I was highly needy, my hand slid over to my core, through the fabric, and I gasped at how wet I was.

“Please, Rudra… come soon.

I’m dying…”

I whispered, breathing heavily.

I needed him.

Not just him, but him taking me in all my senses, rough and fast.

I wanted his hand on my neck, his fingers inside me, pushing hard.

“Ahhh…”

I moaned again and looked at my reflection.

The temptation to take it out, to finger myself, to touch myself, and get over everything to have my release, was almost overwhelming—but I stopped.

I had to wait.

I needed to feel him, not just relief.

A long time passed as I walked around the room in circles, restlessly and desperately.

My urge was not at its peak.

It was hunger for him—wild and raw hunger.

I tried to calm myself.

But it was impossible.

It grew late.

Standing against the dressing table, I pressed my thighs together.

My lashes fluttered shut, and my toes curled in anticipation.

I firmly dug my nails into my palms to control myself.

And, suddenly, I felt it—eyes on me.

Rudra.

I turned to the window and saw him leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

He had the same maroon kurta on, clinging to his frame.

His piercing gaze locked onto me, one corner of his lips curving into a smirk, clearly at my expense.

“How are you feeling… little wife?”

he asked, his voice deep yet gravelly.

And his voice alone made me moan.

My body answered before my mind could, and my legs rushed towards him. Fast.

He stepped forward, too, and coiled his arms around my waist.

In moments, I was in his arms, with my hands snaked around his shoulders, on my toes.

Our lips crashed together in urgency, and he hoisted me a little, returning the kiss with the same wild, desperate hunger that had been torturing me all day.

I was burning; My whole body was on fire with the collision of our lips.

He moved us to the couch, and I shamelessly straddled him, my skirt riding up to my knees.

I pushed him against the backrest of the couch and sucked on his lips with raw need.

My hips moved instinctively on his lap, rubbing me against him.

He clutched my waist, pulling me even closer.

Our chests clashed with each other’s, shrinking the distance between us.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and intensely moaned in his mouth when I felt him graze my core, rubbing the chain.

An irresistible vibration sparked in my body with his touch.

Suddenly, he cupped my neck tightly and made me look into his eyes.

And my whole body froze as I looked into his eyes, which stared back at me with such fervour—I felt naked.

The heat of his eyes melted my insides.

“Slide your finger in, please,”

I pleaded, my voice hoarse with raw hunger.

Moving his finger slightly over the folds, he said, “You’re so wet, little wife,”

I closed my eyes, arching my head back.

“Please, take me, I'm begging you, please.

Do something, touch me, choke me, anything...

please, Rudra, please,”

I moaned helplessly, wanting to move my hips to feel the sensations.

But his firm grip on my hips kept me in place, not even letting me breathe.

But when he pushed his finger inside me, unexpectedly, a whimper escaped my lips, making me shiver senselessly.

The ornament slipped deeper than before, and I cried out in pleasure. “Yes…”

I placed my hand on his shoulder as he slowly moved it.

But I wanted more; my insides were demanding more of him.

When I drifted my hips with an urge, he pinched my waist and said, “Stay still, little sunflower.”

I stopped moving my hips as I felt him take his finger out.

I blinked, thinning my eyebrows, my lips parted wide, and my cheeks flushed when he held the ring attached to the ornament and slowly pulled it out.

“Aaaahhhh….”

I screamed in pure rapture, and my head fell back as I felt a warm and blissful release, the wetness trailing out.

Taking it out, he firmly commanded in a low tone, “Now, ride my fingers, like a good little wife you are, .”

I nodded immediately and muttered back, “Yes, please,”

He pushed his two fingers inside, and I felt a sharp ecstasy hit me with the wetness.

My hips slowly began moving as he rubbed his thumb over my sensitive spot.

But suddenly stopped, hinting to me to take the lead.

I wound my hands around his shoulder, shifting my weight over him, and moved my hips slowly through it.

The noise of my bangles and anklets echoed in the chamber with my movements.

He pulled me closer by my hair, our breaths fanning over each other’s faces.

My movements turned faster, and I felt an intense knot build in me.

He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me senseless, distracting me from building up sensations.

I pushed him away, making him look into my eyes, and feverishly rode his fingers in need of the orgasm.

The muscles in my thighs and lower back tightened, my lower abdomen stretched uneasily, causing my head to fall back, and I moved even faster.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,”

I moaned in an urge, rocking my hips quicker, grinding in sync—shamelessly, needily like a starved girl.

“Please… help me,”

I cried as I felt the sensations building even stronger.

“Your way, Rudra, please,”

I begged, dying for a release.

Then, he gripped my neck tighter than before, choking me.

My movements abruptly stopped as he took control.

And he started moving his fingers, moving in and out, at a reckless pace.

My whole body trembled, and I moaned insanely.

My voice came out rough and shaky, and I bit my lower lip to resist screaming louder.

He had the pace set, moving in and out with my every inhale and exhale.

And then suddenly it happened.

Wetness leaked through me, and my brain oozed immensely with the waves of pleasure hitting me.

“Ahhhhhh, Rudra,”

I moaned, and he immediately eased his fingers.

“Yes, very good, little sunflower,”

he grunted, caressing my core, pulling me closer.

I collapsed in his arms, panting shakily.

My heart was hammering against my chest, and I pressed my head on his chest, closing my eyes.

He stroked me softly one last time before drawing his fingers out and hugging me.

Brushing my tousled hair with his fingers, he said, “My little bird missed me terribly, I must say,”

I was on the brink of passing out.

Every ounce of my energy was drained.

I couldn’t process anything, couldn't think of anything.

He kept caressing my head, letting me relax and feel normal.

Pressing his lips to my forehead, he kissed me with tenderness before bringing his mouth to my cheek.

“I missed you so much, ,”

he said, his voice slow and full of love.

I closed my eyes and gently wrapped my arms around him.

Kissing the side of his forehead, I threaded my fingers through his messy hair as I whispered back.

“Aapke kaaran kitni katthinaayi jheli aaj humne—na bhook lagi na pyaas.

Har kshan bas aapko smaran kar rahe the.

Aage se aisa na kijiyega...

itne lambe samay ke liye to kabhi nahi,”

(I suffered so much today because of you.

Neither did I feel hungry or thirsty.

I kept thinking of you every moment.

Don’t do this again… not at least for such a long time,)

He chuckled and said, “Phal kaisa tha aapke dhairya ka?”

(So, how was the fruit of your patience?)

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