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Ismiled, looking at her glowing face.

“You are already special to me, Nandani,”

I tried to say.

She immediately rolled her eyes.

“Irrelevant answer,”

she said, and I chuckled, scratching the back of my neck.

Honestly, I didn’t know how to answer her.

I had never imagined her in that way before our marriage.

Never had I thought we would come this far.

“Leave it,”

she said with a sigh.

“I'll figure it out myself,”

I smiled at her just as a voice interrupted us. “Ranaji,”

An attendant called from outside.

I turned towards the door. “Ji?”

I asked, smiling at her.

“Badi Maasa is asking you to hurry for the ceremony,”

she informed respectfully.

I nodded.

“Okay, we're coming,”

I said, and she left.

Turning back, I saw Nandani hurriedly putting on her jewellery, her fingers moving quickly, slightly fumbling.

Watching her like that, so real, so close, made my heart thud harder.

I couldn’t believe how far we had come.

Marriage, love, this moment...

none of it had ever seemed possible.

“,”

she called, and hearing my name on her lips made a wide smile break across my face.

Oofff, how beautiful she sounded.

“Hnn-hnn,”

I hummed, just staring at her, lost.

She turned to look at me, a loose strand of hair falling across her cheek.

My heart tightened instantly.

How dare even a strand of hair touch her so boldly? She was flawless.

She was everything.

“Can you help me change my anklets? They're heavy and I can't bend forward,”

she said without looking at me.

“Of course,”

the words slipped out before I could think.

I stood up and gently pushed her to sit down.

She held the anklets in her hands, and I knelt before her.

Carefully, I lifted her feet onto my knees.

“You’re wearing white.

It’ll get stained,”

she warned, glancing at me.

“I just put Mahavar46,”

I smiled mischievously and, instead of pulling back, grabbed the arms of her chair and dragged her even closer.

She frowned in confusion as I pressed her feet against my chest, staining my kurta with the bright red imprint of her mahavar.

“Are you mad?!”

she gasped, pulling her feet away quickly.

I chuckled, still staring at the red marks on my chest.

“With my heart already stained by you, what else do I need?”

“You’re stupid!”

she scolded, half-frustrated, half-amused.

I grinned and gently placed her feet back on my knees, unhooking the heavy anklets carefully with my teeth.

She giggled at the gesture.

“Honestly,”

she said between her laughter, “I didn’t know you could be this romantic,”

“Neither did I,”

I admitted, smiling.

She leaned forward a little, helping tighten the hook of her new anklets.

Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink.

She playfully tapped my cheek with her foot, making me laugh quietly.

I took her other ankle and repeated the process.

“You should change your kurta,”

she said, noticing the red stains.

“It won't look good if you roam around the palace with your wife's Mahavar imprinted on you,”

I chuckled and nodded, pretending to agree, though I had no intention of removing it.

Just then, another knock came at the door. “Ranisa,”

an attendant called.

“Yes?”

Nandani answered.

“Ranisa, your family has arrived,”

the attendant informed.

She immediately stood up from the chair, her face lighting up with pure excitement.

“Really?!”

she exclaimed, looking at me with sparkling eyes.

“, Maasa and Baapusa are here!”

I smiled at her wide, innocent happiness and nodded.

She laughed joyfully and rushed out of the room.

I glanced at the mirror one last time, my eyes falling on the bright red imprint on my chest.

I smiled.

It looked... perfect.

I followed her out and quickly checked the arrangements in the guest chambers.

This was her family’s first visit to Suryagarh, and I wanted everything to be perfect—no complaints.

After a few moments of briefing the staff, I walked toward the main entrance.

There, my sight fell on Nandani, hugging her mother tightly, her face glowing with love and emotion.

I smiled warmly at the sight.

“There he is,”

her father’s voice said faintly.

Everyone—Nandani, Ranvijay, Agastya—turned toward me.

Their expressions shifted into surprise.

I walked forward and stood beside Nandani, joining my hands respectfully.

“Pranam, Rajaji,” I said.

Her father chuckled, and I smiled as I bent forward to touch his feet, but he stopped me midway, placing his hands on my shoulders.

“We should hug Rana Dev Singh,”

he said with pride shining in his eyes, pulling me into a firm hug.

I returned it with warmth.

I then touched Daadisa's feet.

She smiled, blessing me with a hand on my head.

“God bless you, ,”

she said, and I smiled as she made a gesture of warding off evil.

“Last time you forgot to give me that thing, you know?”

she started.

“I’ve been feeling a lot of pain in my body.

Can you show me Ra—”

“Daadisaaaa!”

Nandani interrupted loudly, rushing to hug her grandmother, cutting her off.

“I missed you so much, Daadisa,”

she cried feigningly, pressing her face against her shoulder.

Everyone stared at her in confusion, and I laughed.

“She’s lying,”

I teased.

I bent to touch her mother's feet, receiving her blessings warmly.

Next, I spotted Abhinandan standing beside his father.

“Abhi!”

I called out excitedly, moving toward him.

We spread our arms for a hug, and he muttered loudly enough for me to hear, “Kya kya din dekhne pad rahein hain,”

(What days I’m seeing now).

I laughed and said, “Shut up!”

He rolled his eyes but smiled.

He then glared at my kurta, spotting the bright red stain.

“Don’t you feel any shame?”

I chuckled.

“She is my pride.

I will proudly carry my pride with me,”

He clicked his tongue in mock disgust. “Ugghh!!”

he grunted, making me laugh harder.

“You all should rest,”

I said.

“The chambers are ready,”

They nodded and moved toward the palace.

Just then, I felt a small tug on my arm and turned to find a frustrated Nandani.

“What the hell? I told you to change it.

Everyone saw it.

You shouldn't have done that,”

Her frustration made me smile, and she gritted her teeth.

“I’m not joking,”

she snapped.

“Nandani,”

Suddenly, her mother called her, and she looked away from me.

“Ji, Maasa, I’m coming,”

she answered, giving me one last serious look before ordering sternly, “Change it now,”

I shook my head with a smirk.

“No, I won't,”

Her eyes widened in anger.

“Then I’ll do it myself,”

she threatened.

I chuckled under my breath and muttered, “Gladly, my angry little wife,”

She sighed, exasperated.

“Nandani,”

her mother called again.

“Coming, Maasa,”

she replied quickly.

Before leaving, she warned me sharply, “If you don't change it, , I will never talk to you again,”

I smiled at her angry voice and deeply breathed as I watched her walk away.

But I didn’t change it.

I didn’t want to.

It was simple; I felt proud wearing it.

As she disappeared down the hall, I noticed Ranvijay and Agastya staring at me like owls.

“What are you looking at?” I asked.

They spoke in unison, “What the hell happened to you?”

I chuckled and walked away, ignoring them to check the rest of the preparations.

The morning passed as we completed all the arrangements.

Later, they summoned me to the sacred Hawan47 to pray before the crowning ceremony.

I spotted Nandani waiting for me.

As soon as she saw me, she sighed in apparent frustration.

I walked closer, and she looked at my kurta with an angry pout.

“I told you to change,”

she said as I held her hand, leading her towards the hawan kund.

“I don't want to,”

I said lightly.

She carefully climbed the stairs beside me, whispering fiercely, “I won't talk to you after this.

Everyone is watching.

What will they think of us?”

I smiled and helped her sit in front of the sacred fire.

“We’ll see,”

I said and joined my hands in prayer.

I noticed the priest and several others stealing glances at the imprint on my chest.

Nandani quickly pulled her veil lower to hide her face.

I laughed under my breath, and we focused on the rituals.

Once the ceremony ended, Badimaa approached us, holding the prestigious ancestral swords.

I knelt and respectfully took the sword from her, touching her feet for blessings.

“May you become the mightiest and strongest King history will ever remember,” she said.

I turned to see Nandani, who stepped forward shyly.

Badimaa smiled warmly and handed her the heavy bunch of the palace’s keys.

Nandani touched them to her forehead and bent down to seek blessings.

“May you become the most renowned queen in history,”

Badimaa blessed her.

I smiled, seeing the light blush on Nandani’s cheeks.

We went on to greet all the elders and accept their blessings.

The celebration began, and loud sounds of trumpets and drums filled the air as the crowd cheered for us.

I spotted Agastya dancing shamelessly among the crowd, laughing, enjoying himself with everyone.

I looked at Nandani, who still refused to talk to me. “Hey,”

I tried softly once we sat on the royal couch.

She didn't even glance my way.

I smiled, amused by her tantrums.

Gifts were poured in one after another by rulers across the northern region.

The feast soon started, and as tradition demanded, men and women dined separately.

The whole of Suryagarh was invited for dinner, a perfect opportunity to win their hearts.

I sat among our people, Ranvijay, Agastya, her father, brother, and all the officials.

Everyone noticed the bright red imprint on my chest, but no one said anything aloud.

The day ended long after nightfall.

Some guests departed, while others stayed back.

After bidding everyone goodnight and checking the preparations for the morning, I finally made my way to my chamber.

The chamber was beautifully lit, filled with the fragrance of roses and lavender.

As I stepped in, I noticed the attendants leaving after setting everything up.

Looking around, I couldn't spot Nandani.

I asked an attendant, “Where is Ranisa?”

She bowed slightly.

“I’m sorry, Ranaji.

I do not know,”

“Please find her and ask her to meet me,”

I said, and she nodded before hurrying off.

Feeling drained, I sank onto the couch, waiting.

Minutes turned into an hour.

The milk placed for us went cold—still no sign of her.

Anger and worry boiled inside me.

Where was she?

I left the chamber and began searching.

The palace corridors were silent and deserted at this hour.

I searched everywhere, the library, the bathing area, the gardens, but no sign of her.

My heart hammered as I turned toward the kitchens, the last place I hadn’t checked.

As I approached, faint laughter echoed through the halls.

What the hell?

There she was.

Standing with Agastya, stirring something in a pan over the stove, smiling brightly.

My brows furrowed tightly.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“What the hell are you two doing here?”

I asked sharply, my voice louder than I intended.

“Bhaisa,”

Agastya chuckled carelessly.

I glared at Nandani, who continued stirring calmly, acting unfazed by my arrival.

“Nothing.

Just spending some quality time,”

she said with a stiff smile that hit harder than any slap.

I felt a tightness in my chest at her casual tone.

“But isn't it very late?”

I tried to reason as I stepped closer.

She turned, grabbed a cloth, and moved the hot pan off the stove.

“Devarsa, it’s ready,”

she said sweetly, her anklet bells tinkling with each graceful step.

She walked deeper into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl to serve whatever she had cooked.

Seeing her in the red attire, adorned in heavy jewellery, and that radiant smile left me momentarily speechless.

Despite the exhausting day, she looked breathtaking.

She lowered her gaze and gently started filling the bowl with the sweet dish she had made.

And I glanced at Agastya, who waited patiently.

“Here it is,”

she said, handing the bowl to him with a smile.

“Thank you so much, Bhabhisa,”

Agastya took it with a grin, casting me a victorious look, and walked past me.

“Good night, Bhaisa,”

he added, clearly teasing.

I couldn't help but smile, scratching my eyebrow a little.

“Good night, Agastya,”

I replied.

After watching him disappear down the corridor, I turned my gaze back to Nandani, who was quietly watching me.

I inhaled a deep breath and stepped closer.

Her gaze dropped timidly to my kurta, and I couldn't resist asking, “Are you still angry with me, little bird?”

She didn't answer.

Unable to hold back, I picked her up in my arms, and she gasped at the sudden move, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

“Everyone saw you wearing this kurta today,”

she hissed.

As I carried her back towards our chamber, I met her eyes.

“It's good, isn't it?”

I said with a smile.

“Everyone knows now that I belong to you.

That I'm your pet,”

She leaned her forehead against my chest and shook her head.

“I didn't want that, .

I didn't want to give such a message.

A king shouldn't show weakness.

There were rulers from nearly every northern kingdom today, and they saw you like this. It wasn't right. A king is the head, the leader, the lion of the kingdom... and you made them see your weakness,”

Sadness filled her voice, and I chuckled, climbing the steps toward our chamber.

“You can only ever be my strength, Nandani,”

I said.

“They know that because of you, I conquered this kingdom.

And now they know that, on your command, even a lion can tear his enemies apart,”

I entered our bedchamber, and my steps froze.

Candles flickered in the chandeliers and candle stands.

Flowers decorated every corner, filling the room with the fragrance of roses and lavender.

And a wide smile broke across my face.

“You did this?”

I asked, looking at her.

She nodded.

“No matter how angry I was,”

she said softly, “I couldn't let this special night go to waste,”

I gently set her down and let my eyes roam around, taking in every detail of the decorations.

The bed looked as if it had been prepared for the grandest nights.

“Feels like a wedding night preparation,” I teased.

She chuckled.

“That’s a one-time thing.

And we both were too angry on our wedding night to even think about anything like this,”

Smiling, she stepped closer, and taking my hand, led me to the couch, pressing her palms against my chest, pushing me down.

I lost balance and fell with a thud, laughing under my breath.

She knelt before me, her anklets chiming softly.

“What are y—”

“Shhhhh,”

she hushed me with a finger against my lips.

I watched her pull out a black thread from her small bag, her kohl-lined eyes flickering with a mysterious glow.

She gently lifted my sleeve and tied the thread around my wrist, her fingers moving slowly, carefully.

I couldn't tear my gaze away from her.

She blushed so deeply that her cheeks turned a fiery red.

Once she tied the knot, she stood up gracefully.

The jingling of her jewellery echoed in the quiet room.

With a soft smile, she clapped her hands twice, and two attendants entered—one carrying a burning ash pot, the other a plate.

I shook my head, smiling even wider.

“There’s no ne—”

“Shhhh,”

she hushed again.

She picked up a few dry red chillies and circled them around me, muttering some verses under her breath.

Her bangles danced on her wrists as she repeated the ritual several times before dropping the chillies into the ash pot.

The crackling sounds filled the chamber as smoke curled into the air, and the attendants quietly slipped out, leaving us alone.

I watched Nandani wash her hands nearby.

When she turned to me again, my heart skipped a beat.

What else could I ask for?

She sauntered toward me, smiling sweetly, her dupatta slipping off her head to reveal jasmine flowers tied in her bun.

The deep vermilion on her hair parting shone proudly, and a sense of pride and love surged inside me.

She came closer, circling me slightly before gently settling onto my lap.

My hands instinctively wrapped around her to steady her.

She leaned in, clutching the hem of my kurta at the neck, her lashes lowered to my lips, then back to my neck, her breath brushing against my skin.

And before I could comprehend anything, with one quick move, she tore my kurta into two pieces.

“You are never wearing it again,”

she whispered fiercely.

I blinked, stunned, and instantly aroused by the fire in her voice.

“Okay, Nandani,”

I managed to say hoarsely.

She smiled and brought her hands to her nose ring, carefully removing it.

Her cheeks burned in the bright shade of pink as she cupped my face between her hands.

She dropped her gaze to my lips, and before I could even breathe, she kissed me.

Our lips collided softly, breathing quickened, our noses brushing against each other, and her hands tightened around my neck as she deepened the kiss, sucking my lips.

She tilted her head, taking my lower lip into her mouth, and I moaned softly.

She moaned into my mouth when I took the lead, holding her nape, pulling her closer.

I felt her heart pounding in her chest when she pressed her lips harder against mine until she suddenly pulled back, leaving me desperate for more.

I tried to kiss her again, but she pressed a finger against my lips.

“Calm down, Ranaji,”

she whispered.

Her words made my entire being ache for her even more.

She leaned into my neck, her lips hot and trembling against my skin.

I tilted my head back against the couch as she placed her mouth at the base of my neck, kissing first gently, then with growing hunger.

I bit my lower lip, trying to control the waves of pleasure flooding through me.

When her teeth grazed my skin, I hissed in pain and delight.

“Shhh,”

I hissed.

She flicked her little tongue out, soothing the bite by pressing her lips gently, sucking lightly at the spot, easing the sting into a delicious ache.

In no time, I felt myself turning hard.

Her kisses trailed down my chest and abs, and she slid off my lap to sit between my legs, her lips pressing burning trails on my stomach.

My hand remained tangled gently at the back of her head.

Slowly, holding my gaze, she knelt before me with a smile.

I shook my head slightly with a thrumming heart, but she leaned in, pressing her lips on my waistline.

My breathing turned heavy when she cupped my manhood through the fabric.

“No, little love, your place is here,”

I said, pointing at my heart.

She smirked in response and lowered her gaze to the knot of my lower.

I immediately leaned forward to her and kissed her forehead gently with my lips.

“Nandani, please,”

She looked into my eyes and shook her head.

“Do me as an enslaved person for tonight, .

I want it,”

I tipped forward and placed my hand on her cheek.

“You are my queen,”

I reminded her.

However, she untied the knot.

“Not tonight, Ranaji,”

I closed my eyes, our foreheads against each other for a moment, when she suddenly pushed me back by my chest against the couch.

I clamped onto the armrest tightly, breathless, when she slid the fabric low, revealing myself to her.

She slowly enclosed her hands around my erection, making me arch my head back.

I closed my eyes, feeling heat seep through every inch of my body in her hold.

“No,”

she said, her voice slow.

“Look at me when I am doing it to you, Ranaji,”

A wide smile spread across my face.

“You want me dead tonight, don’t you?”

I asked, and she hummed the way I always did.

“Hnnn-hnnn, big husband,”

My chest heaved as I straightened to look at her.

Her tender touch and crimson flush betrayed her shyness, even as she made such a bold move.

With her free hand, she moved my hand from the couch to her neck.

“Do me as a slave tonight, ,”

she said, making me clutch my palm around her neck.

“Fuck me like you want, Ranaji,”

I leaned in and kissed her forehead.

Once, twice and thrice, but I didn't have enough courage to see her doing that to me.

She giggled, pressing her palm against my chest to push me back.

My heart raced seeing her holding my erection.

Her palms felt so soft and warm, it sent chills down my spine.

With a desire so passionate in her eyes, she gave a timid smile and asked me slowly, “Do I lick it first?”

I bit my lower lip and nodded.

“Hnnn-hnnn,”

I hummed, feathering her cheeks with my thumb.

She crept closer and placed her lips on it for a moment.

And my heart flipped at the sight, my eyes blinking rapidly as I felt a slight wave of sensation rush through my body.

She smiled and swished her tongue out, teasingly, to lick it.

My insides just churned, twisting hard.

Fuck!

I bit down on my lower lip, blinking rapidly as I felt the soft, wet warmth of her tongue brush against my skin.

A shudder ran through me, the sensation so electrifying it felt like I could die from it.

She giggled at my reaction, and I couldn't help but part my lips, my brows drawing together when she licked the tip of my erection, once, twice, then a third time.

Oh, my goodness.

My eyes rolled back, and my lashes fluttered closed, helpless against the overwhelming rush.

I felt her hand gliding slowly along me, the soft clinking of her bangles filling the heavy silence and pushing me further toward the edge.

Clenching my free hand into a fist against the armrest, I let my head fall back slightly as a hot wave of sensation coursed through me.

Then I felt her warm mouth slowly enveloping me.

I opened my eyes, breathless, watching through hooded lids as she wrapped her lips around me.

My brows furrowed, and a deep, shaky groan slipped from my lips.

She took an inch of me into her mouth, and I gently feathered my fingers across her cheek.

My heart was pounding so wildly it almost hurt.

I watched as tears welled up in her eyes when she tried to take more of me in.

A soft smile curved my lips, and I blinked slowly when she choked slightly and pulled away, gasping for breath.

Her chest heaved with every heavy breath, and she lifted her tear-filled gaze to meet mine, a small, embarrassed smile playing on her lips.

“I didn't think it would be this difficult,”

she whispered, her voice low and shaky.

Unable to resist her, I leaned in and captured her wet lips in a kiss.

Her breathing quickened instantly, and she moaned against my mouth as I deepened the kiss, moving over her with desperate passion.

She whimpered, pulling back sharply.

Her hand pressed against my chest, pushing me back with a mix of breathless laughter and heat, “Kings don't make their slaves kiss them on the lips,”

She lowered her gaze back to the erection and stroked it gently.

Inhaling deeply, she took it again in her mouth, her lips wide, sucking it slowly.

My eyes rolled back, and my head arched as a wave of pure pleasure coursed through me.

Her mouth felt like heaven.

So soft, warm, and wet.

Slowly, an uncontrollable urge built inside me to push deeper.

My fingers trembled as I fought to keep control.

“Look at me, Ranaji,”

she whispered against me, and with effort, I opened my heavy eyes to meet hers.

My chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, my body shivering under the weight of the pleasure surging through me.

I felt her hand reach for mine, guiding it to her cheek until I cupped both sides of her face and held her tenderly.

She closed her eyes, and I shivered as she let go of me, her hands moving to rest lightly on my thighs.

A deep groan rumbled from my throat as my fingers unconsciously tightened around her cheeks and neck, grounding me through her.

My eyes shamelessly drank in the sight of her—the way she moved against me, the way she sucked me with slow, deliberate care, making me lose every ounce of restraint.

A loud moan tore from my lips, and I desperately tried to hold myself back.

Oh my God!

I could feel myself slipping out of control.

She was trembling beneath my hold, her breathing uneven, only pushing me further into madness.

“Aaarrghhh...

you’re clearly not being a good wife,”

I muttered, my lips trembling.

I didn’t want to take charge or force her, but she wasn’t helping either.

She teased and tested the very edges of my restraint.

She couldn’t say a word, and I felt my arousal climb to an unbearable peak.

Biting my lip hard, I struggled to stay still, but my hands moved on their own.

She grabbed my wrists and gently pulled my hands away from her face.

Immediately, I squeezed my fists against the couch, my entire body trembling with need.

Fuck.

My breathing grew ragged as I watched her slowly take me deeper.

Her tearful eyes locked onto mine, making me feel more vulnerable, more desperate, and more consumed than ever.

“Please…”

The word escaped my lips, begging her to move, to end this sweet torture.

It was unbearable.

She sucked even harder, and I lost it completely.

“Aarrghhhhhhh,”

I groaned loudly, my voice raw with sensation.

I blinked rapidly, barely able to focus, as I watched her pull away.

I sat there stunned for a moment, unable to understand her next move.

I watched her, lost like a puppy, as she rose and took a few steps back.

“Now, help yourself like a good boy,”

she said, taking her hand to the back of her neck.

In an urge, I held my erection and stroked it along the length.

Breathing in immense need and raw desire, I watched her like a madman as she removed her necklace and placed it on the table.

“You definitely don’t want to move for another week, Nandani,” I said.

She smiled.

“We will see,”

Her slow, seductive voice travelled down my ear.

She worked on taking off all her jewellery.

“Leave your anklets, bangles, toe rings and your hair untouched.

Take off everything,”

I immediately instructed, and she smiled.

“As you say, Ranaji,”

she teased, doing what I said, while I brushed my palms against myself.

She pulled the strings off her blouse and slid it down her shoulders, exposing her breasts to my hungry eyes.

Her little brown nipples stood erect.

I wanted to eat her raw.

She then worked on her skirt and pushed it low, standing in just her in-skirt.

And she removed that too, making me lose my last ounce of sanity.

Looking at her completely naked form, I pulled my torn kurta, clinging to my arms and kicked my dhoti aside, pooled at my feet.

“Come here,” I said.

She slowly made her way to me, the tinkling of her anklets resonating in the chamber.

As she stood before me, I held her hand, pulling her closer and pressed my lips on her abdomen.

Grabbing her calf, I pulled her leg up and placed it on the couch.

She breathlessly moved her fingers through my hair.

I moved my lips further, earning a loud moan from her.

Her body trembled under my lips as I moved them hungrily on her skin.

I slowly pulled back, watching her in silence, aroused and all at my mercy, biting on my lip.

I rose, and she scanned me from head to toe.

Holding my torn kurta, I moved closer to her and held her hands to tie them behind her.

She blinked nervously and felt her heart hammering in her chest against mine as I kissed the side of her neck.

Her head tilted to the side, while I tied both ends of the kurta around her wrists.

As I tightened the knot, she shivered.

“Remember, ask me to stop when you want.

Alright, little love?”

I asked, and she gave a slight nod. “Words,”

I demanded.

She nodded again.

“Yes, Ranaji,”

she rasped.

I moved behind her, the tension between us, not just romantic but of lust, pure desire for each other.

As I cupped her nape, she gave in to my touch, angling her head back.

My fingers moved toward her hair, removing the jasmine flowers around her bun.

Her long, beautiful hair fell free on her hips, and I began braiding it so as not to hurt her later.

Securing the end with the string of flowers, I moved it to her front and placed a deep, lingering kiss on the curve of her neck.

My hand made its way toward her tiny waist, and she leaned more into me, pressing her head against my chest.

She moaned helplessly as I drawled my fingers to her core, caressing it gently, her legs trembling at the touch.

I took a step back.

“On your knees,”

I commanded, and she blinked nervously, doing as I said.

I, too, knelt behind her and grabbed a pillow from the couch.

She peeked at me slightly as I placed the pillow before her.

Smiling, I leaned closer to her and sucked on her earlobe, drawing a deep, throaty moan out of her.

“Place your knees on the pillow,”

I said, and she slowly moved ahead, placing her knees on the pillow.

I held her waist, hovering over her, and kissed her cheek.

“Ready?”

I asked, and she mewled.

“Ahh, yes,”

I gently pushed her forward to balance herself over the couch, angling her hips for me.

With her hands tied around her back, struggling to steady herself, I looked at how she moaned feebly under me.

I placed my lips over her nape.

Her breathing had quickened, and she visibly trembled at my kisses.

I kept sucking her skin, leaving a trail of wet, light kisses all over her back.

As I reached the side of her waist, I sucked her harshly.

A wild, unrestrained energy surged through me, leaving bruises all over her waist with my mouth.

She pressed her face into the couch, moaning louder.

I traced my fingers down to her soft, thick thighs.

She had put on a little weight, and the slight curve of her belly only made her more irresistible to me.

I gently parted her legs and held her by the waist, steadying myself.

Straightening up, I stroked my arousal once before guiding it to her entrance.

She flinched slightly at the contact, her tied hands shifting in response.

I heard her draw in a deep breath, and I leaned closer, whispering, “Calm down,”

A piercing moan left her mouth as I slowly pushed in.

Tightening my grip on her waist, I pushed deeper, sinking into her warmth completely, earning an even louder moan from her.

“Do you want everyone to hear your moans, Nandani?”

I murmured, leaning in close to her nape.

Her body trembled beneath my hold, and I could feel myself pulsing wildly inside her, her tightness making it nearly impossible to stay in control.

“Yes,”

she gasped.

I pressed my lips to her neck, kissing her hungrily before sucking hard on her soft skin.

Her cry echoed through the room, loud and raw.

I pulled back, watching the deep red mark bloom on her skin. “Why?”

I asked, my voice low as I straightened and gripped her waist firmly.

She swayed slightly, her breath shaky as she replied, “Because I want every woman in this palace to envy me,”

A chuckle escaped me as I began to move slowly, my hips rolling with deliberate restraint.

She trembled, her whole body reacting.

“My brothers too live here,”

I said with a teasing edge.

Her moans grew louder as she shook and trembled beneath me, the soft clinking of her bangles and anklets matching the rhythm of our movements.

“They should learn something from you,”

she whispered in a shaky voice.

I smirked and quickened my pace.

Her moans spiralled into cries, her body arching.

Soon, both of us were slick with sweat, our breathing erratic, and the rhythmic slap of our bodies meeting stirred something wild in me.

“Aahhh... ahhhh...”

she gasped, her voice breaking as I held one hand to her shoulder and the other firm on her waist, thrusting deeper and faster.

Her body writhed, and she dissolved into a moaning mess.

She released, and I slowed my movement, watching her as she collapsed forward, breathless.

Her ink-stained hands clenched on the couch, trembling.

I took a deep breath and reached down to untie the knot.

The moment her hands were free, she pressed one to the couch for support and lifted her flushed face.

I cupped her neck, drawing her closer.

She moaned softly, her cheeks had turned crimson, and her breath was unsteady.

I looked at her swollen lips, her closed eyes, her body shaking, still responding to every subtle movement.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and shoulders, settling back on my knees and holding her close.

Gently guiding her, I let her move with me.

She struggled slightly, but her body, still warm and eager, responded on its own.

Her breathing had grown erratic, wild and uneven.

I moved my hand from her nape down to her chest, gently cupping her breast.

And she let out a sharp moan.

“You look so damn hot, Nandani,”

I murmured.

She opened her eyes, locking them with mine.

Her lips were dry, and her hair a chaotic mess of desire.

“I’m all of this only for you, Ranaji,”

she whispered in a trembling voice.

I turned her face gently and pressed my lips to hers.

She moaned into my mouth as our kiss deepened, then I slowly pulled back.

I placed a firm hand on her shoulder and guided her down again.

A heat surged through me; I was burning for her.

She gasped, digging her fingers into the couch.

Her moans grew louder as I moved faster.

Her body shook beneath me, completely overwhelmed, yet I couldn’t stop.

Not until I finally gave in to the wave building inside me.

When it crashed over me, it was too intense to hold back.

I collapsed over her back, both of us gasping for air.

She struggled to sit up, her fingers trembling.

I could tell it had taken every ounce of her strength.

She looked at me with a tired yet radiant smile playing on her lips.

“You’ve ruined every man, even the ones in my dreams,”

she mumbled.

I chuckled, brushing the hair from her face.

“You too, love. You too.”

I helped her sit back on the couch.

She immediately lay down and closed her eyes, exhausted.

I lay on the floor, my hand reaching up to find hers dangling over the edge of the couch.

I kissed her fingers gently and closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath.

“The night is still young,”

I murmured.

She cracked her eyes open, meeting my gaze. “It is,”

she whispered, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips.

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