Chapter 37 - Suman #2
I shook my head and muttered, “No, love. I’m just capturing every bit of it.”
With his hands still brushing my hair gently, he pulled me in.
“Come here,” he said. “Let me get you out of this unnecessary weight.”
I chuckled at his offer. “Unnecessary weight?”
I moved closer anyway, and his fingers fiddled with my waist chain.
“Yes, I can now feel how much weight a married princess carries every day,” he spoke, definitely from personal experience. “I mean, there’s so much weight in these accessories and then this skirt and blouse,” he hissed by the end, making me laugh.
He slowly slid my dupatta away. The way his fingertips brushed along the side of my waist to my navel made my breath hitch. I closed my eyes, my toes curled, and I turned away, trying to hide what his touch was doing to me.
But as his fingers lazily traced patterns along my belly, up and down, I shivered, and a little giggle escaped my lips. I shifted to my side and pressed my face into his chest.
“Aap jab humein aise chhute hain to humein gud-gudi hoti hai,” ?It tickles when you touch me like this.” I whispered.
A low hum rang in my ears as his fingers slowly slipped low on my back, and he moved his other hand to my neck.
I felt his fingers unlatching my necklace, and I raised my head to help him remove it.
“You smell so nice,” I said, kissing his chest. “Can I suck your nipple?” I asked, looking up.
He chuckled deeply and slid the blouse low.
“Yes, of course, it’s all yours,” he said.
I looked at his tiny nipple and pinched it.
“Ouch, Kunwar-sa!!! It’s hurting, slow down,” he mimicked my tone. I burst into laughter and smacked his chest.
Leaning in as I licked his nipple, his smile vanished. He inhaled sharply when I took it between my teeth, gently nibbling. He smiled, tucking the loose strands of my hair behind my ear.
“Ah, enough now, Kunwar-sa, leave me,” he acted again, and I bit hard on his nipple.
“Ouch, ugh, Suman!” he grunted, covering his nipple.
“You left seven bruises on my chest,” I said, drawing back just enough to look at him.
He had his brows furrowed in disbelief.
“Show me,” he said, and my eyes widened.
“Are you mad?” I exclaimed. “I’ll strip naked in front of you now?”
He abruptly grabbed me, turned me down onto my chest, and sat over the back of my thighs.
“You’re not a baby,” I cried out. “You weigh so much.” But he just chuckled.
I tried to lift myself, but the moment I moved, he pressed me down, pushed my hair back, and the cold air hit my skin.
I felt his fingers tug at my blouse’s strings, pulling them open.
“You’ve got marks from these, Suman,” he said. “You should wear comfortable clothes.”
I smiled and dropped my head onto the pillow.
“Hmm…” I hummed, closing my eyes.
“Do you want me to massage your back?” he asked softly. “It’ll help ease these marks.”
I nodded lightly and peeked from the corner of my eye.
He quickly got off me and went to fetch the oil bowl from the table. By the time he had returned, I had removed all my accessories.
It felt like the perfect opportunity to put him to work. I intended to take full advantage of it.
He sat in the previous position, but was mindful of the weight. Still, I found it erotically sensual.
“May I?” he asked in a whisper, and I nodded lightly.
He swept my hair aside and untied the strings completely. As soon as the clinging fabric loosened, I sighed in relief.
I always wondered how Nandani had worn all those tight blouses and still managed her stance so gracefully.
When he poured the oil on my back, I flinched at the sudden, unfamiliar sensation, but when his fingers touched my skin, a tiny giggle escaped me.
As he began massaging, I sighed loudly. His rough fingertips moving in circular motions over my soft back, gliding up and down, from my nape to my hips, felt deeply comforting.
He kept brushing his thumb on a particular spot on my lower back for longer than a moment.
I frowned. “What is it?”
“A mole,” he replied, leaning closer to my ear, then whispered, “You look very hot from here.”
I hid my face in the pillow, trying to hide the blush on my cheeks.
“We can try something,” he proposed, kissing behind my ear.
But I remained silent as his palm, gently sliding over my back, had a soothing gentleness, yet a firmness that kept me in the moment. It felt amazing. His rough hands had added an extra layer of warmth and texture.
As a moan was about to escape my lips, I quickly pressed my lips together.
“Are you enjoying it, love?” he asked in the same girlish voice.
I nodded, placing my cheek against the pillow.
“I think you should play Suman often, Kunwar-sa,” I teased, immersed in the relaxing feeling. “I never thought a massage would feel so great.”
“Hmm…” he hummed. “Well, I can, but you see, being Suman, you never massaged me, so it’s complimentary from me. And don’t forget I can ask for anything in return for the valuable services I’m providing,”
I chuckled.
“Of course, why not?” I said, shaking my head. “By the way, what exactly are you thinking of asking in return?”
“You’ll know,” he said, gliding his palm down, his fingers brushing the sides of my frame. The tips of his fingers grazed my breasts, and his thumb traced a straight line down the middle of my back. It felt as though he was lifting a great burden off me. He was incredibly good at it.
“But be ready for it,” he added, making me shiver.
I nipped my lower lip.
“It definitely has something to do with our wedding night,” I muttered. “You’d either ask me to suck or to do something even dirtier.”
He chuckled, grabbing the small of my waist firmly.
“But, for that, I don’t have to put so much effort now, do I? I can simply ask for it,” he replied confidently, getting off me.
I looked over my shoulder as he sat beside me on his knees.
Inhaling deeply, I slowly turned onto my back, pulling the dupatta along to cover my chest, where my blouse hung loose.
“And who told you that I will agree just because you ask?” I asked teasingly.
He gulped as his gaze lingered on my face before drifting down to my chest.
“Then, I’ll simply beg,” he muttered, tone low.
His fingers brushed my midriff as he slowly pushed the dupatta aside. My heart pounded; I blinked nervously when he pulled it off completely.
“Kunwar-sa,” my breath hitched.
He placed his fingers on my collarbones and gently skimmed them down, pulling the hem of my blouse along with them.
“Hmm…” he hummed, and I felt the shoulders of my blouse slip away.
“Kal humein haldi lag jaayegi,” “Tomorrow my haldi will begin.” I whispered shakily.
He nodded lightly. “So?”
His kohl-lined eyes and his lips glistened under the lamplight. The room was mostly dark, but the small lamp on the side table cast large shadows across the drawn curtains surrounding the bed.
“So, you can see these marks on our wedding night too,” I said softly.
He stopped and looked into my eyes.
“Is that a no?”
My brows creased in confusion. Honestly, I didn’t know if it was a no or a yes.
I stared blankly into his eyes and sucked on my lip.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I mean, this is a different kingdom. The wedding rituals are sacred. I don’t want anything to go wrong at our wedding. I mean, if something is forbidden, then we shouldn’t do it.”
He looked away for a moment, then nodded with a grin.
“Alright, alright, alright, then what else should this attendant of yours do?” he asked as he covered me with the comforter.
I didn’t tie the strings of my blouse. My skin throbbed from the tightness, and I was too lazy to get away from him to change.
“Umm… since I’m going to sleep, you can come sleep with me,” I suggested. “After all, from tomorrow onwards, you’ll not be able to see me.”
He inhaled deeply and placed his hand on his chest.
“Haaye daiyyaa…” “oh no…” he exclaimed dramatically.
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at his antics.
He lay beside me and drew his skirt up to his thighs.
“Oh my God, shame on you,” I chided. “How can you show your hairy legs to me?”
“It’s so uncomfortable,” he said, rubbing his knees up and down. “I can’t feel my legs and this stupid blouse—it’s so tight, ugh…” he grumbled.
I placed my head on his shoulder. “You can take this off, you did this for me, that’s more than enough. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
His eyes snapped wide.
“No, no, no,” his words came out in a rush. “Not at all. I know you’re trying to dodge doing anything for me, right?”
His words made me laugh.
“You’re such a baby, Kunwar-sa,”
He leaned closer to my ear.
“I can do a set of five hundred push-ups with just one hand, without even getting breathless,” he said, pointing his chin toward his veiny arms. “I have the strength to lift hundreds of kilograms. So, be careful before you call me baby the next time.”
I swallowed hard, then chuckled nervously. “You’re joking, right?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Why would I joke about something like that?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, biting the inside of my cheek. “Maybe you want to scare me.”
Suddenly, he pinned me back and hovered over me, and my eyes widened in shock.
“I’m not joking. Watch,”
He shifted his weight onto his hands and began doing push-ups above me.
“Haha… what’re you doing?” I laughed, and he smiled faintly.
“Start counting, love.”
My smile faded, and my gaze traced his arms as his biceps flexed and his chest tightened with every movement. When he’d lean down, our chests would come dangerously close, forcing me to press my thighs together. However, it didn’t seem to bother him at all.
As he pushed himself up again, I gaped at the blue-green veins standing out like tree roots or lightning across his arms. Slowly, I reached out and pushed his forearm, trying to throw him off balance. But he remained unfazed.
And the longer he continued, the heavier my heart pounded.
“Eighteen,” he murmured, kissing my cheek.