8.
PAST~
Everyone had been escorted to their rooms after dinner. The Chauhan Palace had grown quiet, cloaked in the stillness of the night. But Shaurya and Aarav weren't quite ready to call it a day.
Hand in hand, the two husbands wandered through the palace corridors, their fingers intertwined in a gentle rhythm. Aarav began to swing their arms slightly, his eyes drifting to the moonlit windows.
"You know, Shaurya... when I really think about it, it still feels strange sometimes," Aarav said, his voice low and contemplative.
Shaurya glanced over. "What feels strange?"
"That we're actually married," Aarav replied, smiling faintly, avoiding Shaurya's gaze as if the thought embarrassed him.
Shaurya stopped walking. "So... you don't like it?" There was a touch of vulnerability in his voice.
Aarav immediately turned toward him and tugged him closer, their bodies gently colliding against the grand courtroom door. "No baba, I love it," he said softly. "I just don't always know how to act around you... you are hot you know."
Shaurya brushed his fingers through Aarav's hair, the gesture tender. "And I still don't know how not to get turned on around you," he whispered against Aarav's ear.
Aarav let out a laugh, half-blushing, half-flustered. "Eww, you're hopeless," he said, pushing Shaurya back lightly.
Still grinning, Aarav turned the handle and slowly opened the royal courtroom doors. The vast, regal space greeted them in silence.
"Do you remember that day?" Shaurya asked, his eyes fixed on the ornate throne.
Aarav raised an eyebrow acting innocent. "What day?"
"You really don't remember?" Shaurya teased, his hand slipping lower to squeeze Aarav's butt playfully. Aarav jumped at the gesture. "N-no idea what you're talking about," he lied unconvincingly.
"Hmm, I guess we need to go now, it's too late".
Shaurya began to walk away with a smirk, but Aarav caught his wrist.
"Not so fast, husband," Aarav said, voice low with intent. Shaurya turned back, his eyes darkening with affection and desire.
Their lips met—slowly at first, then with rising urgency. In between kisses and stolen breaths, buttons were undone, fabric lifted, buckles unfastened. The grandeur of the courtroom faded behind the heat of their touches. Shaurya tore apart Aarav's boxers and Aarav glared playfully at him.
Aarav, bolder now, pushed Shaurya onto the stone steps leading up to the throne, straddling him. Skin against skin, their bodies pressed together as the tension melted into something deeper. Their breaths were heavy, but full of laughter and whispered confessions.
"You're beautiful baby," Shaurya murmured, fingertips tracing the Aarav's back.
Aarav moved his fingers tracing Shaurya's jawline. He then leaned in and kissed Shaurya's moustache.
"Mujhe aapke yeh muche bohot pasand hai". Before Shaurya could say anything, Aarav started sucking Shaurya's neck.
"Babyy", Shaurya whispered closing his eyes.
"Let me take care of you tonight," Aarav replied, voice reverent, as he slowly moved downward. And everything went fast. Aarav held Shaurya's dick like a trophy and started kissing it with a smirk. Shaurya kept his eyes closed feeling the pleasure.
Aarav inserted it inside his mouth sucking it hard. Shaurya began moaning.
"Gosh Shaurya it's too big, cum for me Daddy". Aarav massaged his dick.
As the warm liquid filled Aarav's mouth, Shaurya pulled Aarav tugging him on the ground.
"You're being too naughty today Aarav".
"It's baby for you husband", Aarav corrected him. Shaurya smirked and kissed him.
"I guess I need to paint you in red and blue today".
Shaurya started sucking every inch of Aarav's pale skin bruising it and leaving no space behind. Suddenly he inserted his dick inside Aarav. Aarav screamed in immense pain.
"You're tight. But bare with it today baby".
"I d-don't mind. Just keep going", Aarav pulled Shaurya's hair tightly as Shaurya fasten his pace.
Shaurya's rhythm grew wild, fierce—yet there was still tenderness in the way he cupped Aarav's face when he kissed him, or how he whispered his name like it was sacred.
By the end, Aarav's eyes were wet—not from pain, but from the kind of pleasure that overwhelms, that leaves a body trembling and a soul lit up from the inside.
"Ughh Shaurya.... stop stop, it's hurting". Shaurya stops immediately but his mouth never left Aarav nipples which was a new spot Shaurya was enjoying.
"You're allowed to cry today baby", Shaurya licked away Aarav tears. Aarav held Shaurya tighter, and started scratching his back.
"I love you, I love you so much Shaurya".
"I love you more".
The soft morning light spilled through the carved palace windows, casting golden rays on the silk sheets tangled around their bare bodies. Shaurya stirred first, his arm still draped around Aarav's waist.
Aarav winced slightly as he shifted. "Ouch," he murmured, barely above a whisper.
Shaurya opened one eye. "You okay?"
Aarav groaned dramatically, burying his face into the pillow. "No bitch. I'm not okay. You should be arrested."
Shaurya chuckled, tightening his grip and kissing Aarav's shoulder gently. "Sorry, baby. Got carried away."
Aarav turned to him with a deadpan stare. "Carried away? Shaurya, I can't even move".
Shaurya grinned. "Would you like me to carry you there, Your Highness?"
"Don't you dare," Aarav hissed, cheeks flushing."Also... stop looking at me like that! You're making it worse!"
Shaurya leaned in, smirking. "Worse how?"
"You know how," Aarav muttered, grabbing the bedsheet and wrapping it around himself like a scandalized nun. "Aap itna khush mat ho. I'm just slightly impressed. Not a big deal".
Shaurya smirked. "Slightly impressed?"
"Well," Aarav huffed, trying not to smile, "Anyone could have done that".
"Let's do it again then".
"NO!"
Shaurya chuckled but a sharp knock interrupted.
Shaurya sat up, confused. "Who—?"
Before Aarav could protest, Shaurya tossed on a robe and opened the door.
Veer stood outside, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, good morning—whoa."
He peered past Shaurya and caught sight of Aarav on the bed, his bare shoulders dotted with deep hickeys and faint bruises. Aarav's eyes widened in horror.
"OH MY GOD," Veer burst out laughing.
Shaurya rolled his eyes. "Veer, not now please."
Veer pushed the door further open and entered, grinning wickedly. "Shaurya bhai, mujhe pata nahi tha aap Aarav se itne darte ho. Ek hi din mein Aarav ki ichcha puri ho gyi."
Aarav yelped and pulled the blanket up to his nose. "Can someone please throw this man off the balcony?!"
"Oh relax, baby brother-in-law," Veer teased. "I'm just so proud."
Shaurya ran a hand over his face while Aarav groaned into the pillow. "I hate both of you," he mumbled.
"No you don't," Veer said, smirking as he turned toward the door. "Also, you might want to cover those marks before breakfast. The maids already know what you two did in the courtroom last night."
"Tell them to whisper louder so I can punch them all together," Aarav shot back.
Shaurya walked Veer out, trying not to laugh too hard. When he returned, Aarav peeked up at him from the sheets.
"You're never touching me again," Aarav declared.
Shaurya leaned in with a sly grin. "You said that last time too."
"UGH.I hate you!"
"No you love me".
"Mmm- I do".