Chapter 33 #5
After my namesake husband had died, I never thought I’d be able to trust anyone or see anyone with the eyes of love. But it seems destiny had different plans. God sowed a seed in an infertile land.
I couldn’t believe it.
I did not just find any man, but a ‘man’, a Prince, an exceptionally handsome, humorous and charming Prince with lots of love, respect, and yes, kinkiness for me.
I just smiled, remembering how he animated the lick to guide me further. He looked divinely attractive in that moment. Irresistible.
I rested for a while in my room until someone arrived and informed me that Kunwar Agastya had called for me.
I went to his chamber, where I had found him seated on the stairs before the bonfire in his courtyard’s garden. It had already turned dark.
I smiled weakly when he turned to look at me.
“Why are you so quiet?” I asked and sat beside him.
He kept playing with the fire with a long wooden stick in his hand. “I don’t know,” he muttered.
I held his chin and made him look at me. “What happened?”
He immediately draped his arms around me in a tight, crushing hug.
“I love you, I love you so much,” he breathed near my ear. “I don’t want you to go. I was missing you, and now you are already going. What will I do? I thought maybe I’ll have my dinner, but now this,” he complained like a child.
I couldn’t help but chuckle, brushing his neck gently to soothe him.
“I’m leaving only to come back. It’s for the wedding, no?” I asked.
He pressed his lips further into the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply.
“But still…” I closed my eyes, trying to wrap my arms around him tighter as he kissed my neck, yet I couldn’t because of his muscular build.
“I love you more,” I whispered and pulled away to look at him. “Don’t you want me to dress up for you?”
“In red?”
I gulped before nodding slightly.
“You’ll look so fuckable in red.”
I immediately pushed him away and stood up to leave. “Bilkul kachra soch hai aapki.” “Such a trashy mind you have,” I exclaimed before he pulled me down again, and I landed right in his lap.
Scurrying away, I quickly shifted beside him, adjusting my dupatta, and he simply laughed, holding my hand until I calmed.
“So, how’re you feeling?” he asked, coiling his arm around my neck.
“Normal,” I muttered, leaning over his shoulder.
He intertwined his hand with mine. “Will you miss me?”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I shook my head. “No, why would I miss you?” and looked up once.
His face fell. “Well, you’re going away; wouldn’t you miss me?” His gaze softened, almost as if he were pleading, yet I shook my head.
“No, I’m going back to the place where I’d spent the most marvellous years of my life,” I said, and he pursed his lips.
“Oh, so you like Mahableshgarh more than Suryagarh,” he said with a sad tone, and I could tell it hurt him.
“Well, yes, a little more; especially because you’ll not be there to trouble or embarrass me,”
His eyes grew wide in shock. “I trouble you!?”
I tilted my head just slightly. “Don’t you?”
He clenched his jaw, nodding.
“Maybe I should show you what real trouble means,” he said.
As he leaned in, closing the distance between us, I reclined back on my palm and shook my head slowly. And before he could touch me, I slipped away and darted into the garden.
“Hahaha…” I burst out laughing, seeing him rise from his place.
“You cannot run away from me,” he said, marching toward me.
I turned toward him, retreating step by step.
The cool night breeze wasn’t harsh; it felt comforting as it flowed through the soothing moonlight blanketing the lush, freshly trimmed grass.
“If I don’t want to be caught, you cannot catch me, Kunwar-sa. You left me for a year; now you should have a taste of it,” I laughed, running back as he got nearer.
He suddenly sped up, and I shrieked with laughter, racing ahead.
“Stop, Suman,” His pace quickened.
The rhythmic hum of the insects wrapped the garden on that peaceful night. I quickly hid behind a towering tree.
“You cannot catch me, Kunwar-sa,” I reminded him.
He stood a few steps away from me, with his arms crossed.
“I can catch you, Suman…” he said, raking his fingers through his hair. “… and when I do, you’ll be in great trouble,”
My brows creased together in confusion. “What trouble?”
He took a few slow steps forward. “Bad trouble,” he said. “Something that’ll make you think twice before running away from me,”
I shook my head, laughing softly. “You cannot scare me. I know you love me, and so you’ll not do anything to me,” But when I peeked at him approaching closer, I hurried back.
Suddenly, he began running, and I laughed out loud as I tried to outrun him. But he was fast enough to grab me by the waist and sweep me off the ground.
“Haha… Kunwar-sa,” I laughed even more when he pressed his cheek against mine.
I squirmed in his hold, throwing my hands and legs, but it was futile; he carried me bridal-style.
My laugh shallowed, and my arms wound around his neck as he walked back toward the spot where we had been sitting earlier.
Chuckling at my expense, he set me down on the carpet and lay beside me. I drew my knees to my chest and looked at him.
“So, love, are you happy now?” he asked.
Nodding, I lay beside him, placing my head on his chest. He encircled me with his arm and gently began caressing my skin.
“I am, Kunwar-sa,” I muttered.
He inhaled sharply. “Naam se pukaara karo; hum bhi to tumhein tumhaare naam se pukaarte hain,” “Call me by my name; after all, I call you by yours too,” he said.
I shook my head. “Wives do not call husbands by their name,”
He lifted my face slightly to make me look at him. “Bhabhi-sa addresses Bhai-sa by his name,”
I sighed with a smile. “They’re different, Kunwar-sa,” I murmured, looking at the sky.
“They’re not just husband and wife—they’re lovers.
Two souls so entwined that there’s no line between them.
They’re on a level no other couple can reach.
Nothing can break them, because they may wake as a queen and king, but they always fall asleep as Rudra and Nandani.
We’re not there yet, and maybe we never will be. ”
He cupped my cheek, and I inhaled deeply at the warm, soothing touch.
“Trust me, Suman, we’re past all of that,” he whispered, locking his gaze with mine.
“The things that could've torn us apart have already happened. Our story may not have begun with love, but we’ve learned how to stand by each other through every high and low. And the best part of our relationship is that we know each other’s past. We understand each other’s insecurities.
We know we’ll have endless arguments, but they’ll come from who we are, not from a lack of love.
Even while being strong together, we know how to give each other space.
We know how to laugh with each other, how to care for each other…
And that’s what makes our relationship so real.
We may not be the best couple out there, but what we are goes beyond those societal standards.
We’re unbreakable, Suman,” he finished, and I placed a gentle kiss on his chest.
“Yes, we are,” I muttered and closed my eyes.
It felt serenely beautiful to enjoy the calm after the chaos. As he said, we were unbreakable—and we actually were. Nothing could break us because trust had taken root within us.
The year before was not an examination of his love, but a test of mine, to reveal how much I trusted him, and I felt I had succeeded.
“Should we sleep inside?” he asked leisurely, and I shook my head.
“It's not good to sleep together in the same bed before marriage, especially when everyone’s here in the palace. Let's just wait for that,” I replied.
He slowly pushed me aside. “Alright,” he muttered. “Let me bring the comforter and pillows here; it gets cold here at night.”
I nodded, lying on my back, watching him walk toward the bedroom.
This will be my chamber soon, I thought, raking my eyes around the place. I’d spend my days and nights here while he’d work, sleep, and eat. We wouldn’t need to meet in the dark, hiding from people.
My lips stretched into a contented smile, thinking about it.
When he returned, I stood up to help him lay the mattress on the carpet.
“You’re sleeping with me here, right?” he asked.
Once we had made the bed, I lay down, resting my head on the soft pillow, and he chuckled, adjusting the comforter.
“Ah, my love is looking like a princess, letting the husband work while resting peacefully,”
I smiled and opened my arms wide for him. “I’m tired from all the work today.”
He got under the comforter, nuzzled his face into my chest, and inhaled deeply. And I wrapped both my arms around his neck and closed my eyes, feeling warm in his embrace.
He drew the comforter over himself and closed his eyes.
To me, his weight felt comforting. I wanted to love him like no one ever had. To give him everything I had in me, everything I wished to give my husband, but could never.
I kept stroking his neck, playing with his soft curls until he fell asleep, and I too drifted into slumber.
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My eyes fluttered open at someone calling me.
“Suman,” I heard a low voice and felt a soft pat on my hand. I opened my eyes wide and looked at Nandani kneeling before me. “Get up, it’s morning,” she whispered.
I breathed in deeply, feeling Kunwarsa’s breath fanning against my neck and his hand over my chest.
My eyes widened with shock at our position. His arms completely engulfed me, my back pressed against his chest, his hands wrapped around my shoulders and chest.
I felt so timid and looked at Nandani.
“Come soon,” she muttered and walked away.
I looked up at the sky. It was dark, still early in the morning, but a little past my usual wake time.
I attempted to move away, but he instantly tugged me back.
Still asleep, he cupped my right breast, causing my stomach to churn tightly. My nipples perked achingly when he edged even closer.
Before I could react, his fingers were quick enough to slide the sleeve of my blouse down my shoulder. And drawing my nipple out of the fabric, exposed to his mouth, he pressed his lips against my bud.
My body stretched, and my heartbeat escalated heavily.
He was still asleep, but I could feel how hungry he was with the way held me. Pressing my thighs together, I gave in, clutching his neck to keep myself grounded, because I knew resisting would only make it difficult.
He squeezed my breast and sucked my nipple, and when his teeth grazed my skin, a cry spilt past my mouth. I bit my lower lip as he continued with his little assaults, biting and licking my bud, until I felt a burning sensation.
“Ugh… Kunwar-sa, dukh raha hai,” “Ugh… Kunwar-sa, it’s hurting now.” I moaned.
Perhaps he heard my voice as he slowed down for a moment, but then suddenly pinched my nipple, making me shiver.
My eyes opened wide, and I instantly shoved him away.
“Ahh… chhodiye, Kunwar-sa, bas ab,” “Ah… let me go, Kunwarsa, enough now.” I hissed lowly, but the sleeping prince sucked me even harshly.
It was becoming unbearable for me. My toes curled, digging into the mattress. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I pushed him aside, tugging the sleeve of my blouse back into place. And the moment I did, a low, frustrated growl escaped him, sending a rippling shiver down my spine.
He shifted on his back, giving me a lazy look. I sat up and fixed my dupatta before giving him a sharp slap on the chest.
“Bilkul baat nahi maante aap humaari,” “You don’t listen to me at all.”
His brows knitted together, and he clicked his tongue, visibly annoyed. I chuckled inwardly when he looked away, throwing a fit even more dramatic than Princess Rudraja’s.
“Vivah tak to prateeksha kariye,” “Wait until the wedding at least.”
He looked back at me and shook his head. “Leave and come back soon. I want more,”
Smiling at him, I stood up.
“Ye sab aapke liye nahi hai, jab humaare bacche honge, unke liye hai.” “These are not for you, they’re for our kids when they are born.”
He immediately shook his head, waving his hand dramatically. “It's for their father first, and they can have the remains.”
I chuckled at his words, placing the dupatta on my head before saying, “You should go back to sleep; I have to get ready.”
He nodded sadly. “I’ll come soon to make you my official wife, Suman; I love you,”
I smiled, stepping away from him. “I’ll wait for you too, Agastya; and I love you too,”
His face lit up with a smile, and he broke into soft laughter, covering his face with his palm. He looked so endearing every time he did that.
Chuckling, I walked away, shaking my head.
After taking a bath, I got ready in a plain yellow lehenga to meet everyone before departing. In the meantime, Kunwar Agastya came to us, looking fresh.
After meeting everyone, we all walked out to the main entrance of the palace to see me off, along with the people of Mahabaleshgarh.
I glanced at Kunwar Agastya, watching me as I stood beside Daadi-sa. With his palms balled into fists, he stood beside Ranaji, who was talking to King Abhinandan. While Nandani was speaking to Rani-maa and Queen Trisha, Kunwar-sa suddenly turned and walked toward me.
I quickly looked at Daadi-sa, but before I could do anything, he held my hand and pulled me into a tight hug.
“I’ll miss you so much,” he breathed near my neck.
I froze in place. I didn’t know what to do because I could feel everyone’s eyes on us.
My hands clenched on my skirt, and I blinked and looked at Daadi-sa’s eyes, which widened in shock.
When he didn’t pull back even after a few moments, I couldn’t think of anything but gently patting his arms.
“I’ll miss you too,” I whispered.
He released me and kissed my hand. My breath hitched.
How could he do this in front of everyone? Isn’t he ashamed?
Everyone dispersed and settled onto their respective horses and palanquins. Rani-maa and Queen Trisha sat in one palanquin, and I got in with Daadi-sa in her palanquin.
He helped me sit, holding my hand, and I looked at Daadi-sa, smiling at us.
As the bearers lifted the palanquin, I felt ticklish in my stomach. I gripped my skirt tightly, controlling the urge to look out at him.
“Dekh lo,” (You can see.) Daadi-sa said playfully.
Smiling timidly, I parted the curtains and looked out at Kunwar-sa, who looked at me with a weak smile.
I tried not to cry because this brief separation was necessary to ensure we would be united for a lifetime.
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