Suman - 1
His fingers made me question everything about my life and beliefs. I sat frozen, unable to move even an inch as he engrossed himself in the featherlight touches of his fingers on my feet and up to my calf. It felt surreal for countless reasons, and I could not list them.
"Umm, no, I do not," I muttered. My voice had long been lost in the depth of sensations he planted through my skin.
His breathing tickled against my thighs through the fabric. The warmth and weight of his face felt too heavy to ignore. I bit my lower lip, trying not to make it audible how much he was affecting me.
A deep shiver ran through my body when I felt the rough tips of his fingers moving slowly down from my calf to my feet, reaching my toes and pressing his fingers through the gap between them, caging them.
My hand instinctively pressed against his biceps, even as I tried not to anticipate. Ironically, my mind was already too overwhelmed and dizzy to recognize that I was, in fact, anticipating. A slow, deep exhale escaped my lips with a slight tremor, and I quickly pressed my lips together.
My brows knit together, sensing how calmly he could ignite my world. And he had just begun.
"Kunwarsa," I managed to mutter, trying to remind him that it was not right. But I could not speak another word because, for some reason, I was not able to feel what was right or wrong after coming into this chamber, into his bed, and under him.
It was enough for me to give up on everything if it meant spending some time with him, even in silence. That was what he was doing to me. He was captivating me without even trying. Or maybe he was trying after all.
A wave of sensation rolled through my body, and I stiffened, pressing my thighs together. The sensations crawled up my legs like butterflies dancing. Then, feathering it, he gently pulled his fingers back from my toes to the bridge of my foot.
I gulped silently and bit my lips, trying hard to remain quiet and convince him it didn ’ t bother me.
But it was bothering me beyond just bothering me. It was taking me somewhere I had never been. A place that felt cold against my skin and warm to my insides. It appeared darker to me but ignited something inside me. An itch was born between my thighs, and I felt an urge to press my legs together to dispel it.
A sweet wetness erupted in me down there, and the moment he muttered in his deep, hoarse, slow voice, "You are beautiful," I felt my nipples hurting against my blouse.
I couldn ’ t believe how crazy I felt right now. And how he was managing to do this without even trying. Was he too much for me to handle? He was.
I bit my lower lip, and suddenly he sat up, sending a shiver through me as he held my waist and pulled me closer to him.
I stared at him in shock, kneeling motionless before him. His weary green eyes showed thirst. I gazed at my palm resting on his bicep. The weight of his arm around my waist felt too heavy to resist, and he drew me closer, pulling me into him.
My knees felt weak, and I couldn ’ t figure out how to adjust. When he lifted me slightly and made me sit on his lap, they settled on either side of him. My breathing quickened, and lines of confusion formed on my forehead. It felt as if I was suddenly on fire. Every hair on my body stood up as if to see who had pulled them out of the grave.
"Ah, Kunwar Agastya," My voice hitched, and suddenly, he pulled me even closer, making my eyes widen with shock. I felt his muscular, hard thighs under me, not letting me feel settled. My knees stuck in my skirt, unable to part more.
His gaze lowered to my legs, and I felt his hand on my calves. He crawled his hand upwards, pulling the hem of my skirt along with it to my thighs. The air brushed against my bare skin, making me feel insanely timid. The words hung in my throat, but a question appeared through my lips. "What are you doing?"
To my defeat, it came out with a plea. Slow and inviting.
And the moment he pulled me even closer, I went breathless, feeling him hard under me. I flinched slightly at the unexpected touch, but the warmth was so captivating that I couldn't help but give in Slowly.
My gaze lowered to his chest, touching mine. I was small for him. Goosebumps appeared on my neck and breast, making my nipples poke into his chest when he leaned into my neck and whispered slowly.
"I am yours, ika," His words sent a shiver down my spine, melting me more into him. My full name from his mouth felt as if he knew me more than anyone else. The heat in my core collided with the heat of his hardness, soaking the fabric between us. He was hard, rock hard, tight, thick, and dangerous—all in all.
My lashes felt too heavy to blink. I let them rest, feeling his lips brush against my ear.
“ You shouldn ’ t do it,” a whisper escaped my lips.
“ You can pretend that I ’ m not doing it,” he muttered in my ear, making me feel the heat of his breath traveling inside, tickling my skin and wetting my core.
My palms rested against his biceps, feeling confused about whether to hold him or not. My uneven breaths became audible as I sensed his hand slowly slipping down to my lower back.
He lifted his face and looked into my eyes. I blinked silently with timidity and arched my back straight. He slowly pulled me closer, and my body felt a different current coursing through my nerves as he made me feel his length through the soft glide.
To my surprise, it felt good.
My lips curled inward against my teeth to keep a moan from escaping.
“ Does it feel good?” he asked slowly, and I nodded slightly. I closed my eyes and lowered my face, hiding the visible ooze on it.
He pulled me against him once more, and this time it felt even more overwhelming. A soft moan escaped my lips. It was impossible not to anticipate.
"I own this one.” His words made me feel even weaker, and the next glide had me submitted to him like never before. My hold tightened on his biceps, and when he did not push me again against him, my hips pushed themselves, earning the sensation from him.
His breaths became audible, and the stiffness in his body made it clear that I was keeping him on the edge of release. My mind had grown too numb to do anything except roll my hips against him.
His hand felt unnecessary. The wetness erupting in my core started to soak the fabric between us even more. The heat was noticeable. Surprisingly, an urge building into me made me hungry to get rid of it.
“ Ahh,” I suddenly felt restless.
My dupatta was slipping off my shoulder, but it was the least of my concerns now. I pulled my knees even closer to him, and my head rolled back, unable to stop myself. This was too significant to ignore.
"Urghhh," His soft growl sent the confidence into me I did not know I needed. Suddenly, I felt his arm tightening around me, making it difficult to move against him. I widened my hips, and they started moving against him. It was insanely good. The thickness rubbing against me felt like something I had never felt before. The warmth was comforting, and the thrill of doing it made me do it.
"Ahhghhm," Another moan escaped my lips as my body felt hot from the exertion. My cheeks flushed feverishly. Sweat beads formed on my forehead, and my braid became disheveled, trapped beneath his arm. I pressed my fingers into the flesh of his bicep in anticipation.
"I want you to leak all our wetness on me. Make me dirty with it. Show me what no one could even think you could do to me," His words made me feel even wetter, and suddenly, our eyes met. His gaze was intense, hungry, and dry. His lips were parted, huffing, and a moan escaped my lips as I suddenly felt a strong shudder running through me body.
"Ahhhggggghhhh,"
A slight smile appeared on his face, and I immediately closed my eyes and glided my hips back and forth against his hardness more fiercely and intensely to feel a few more shudders running through me, collapsing me like a Kingdom of sand in his lap and wetness leaking through my core like a river through a canal.
My breathing was heavy as I rested my head on his shoulder, unable to feel anything in that moment. The shudders slowly subsided, and after regaining a normal rhythm in my breaths, I lifted my face to look at him.
I couldn ’ t meet his gaze, but the pride in his eyes brought a hidden smile to my lips.
Suddenly, I felt his hand moving down to my thighs, slipping inside, but I immediately cupped his wrist and shook my head.
He gulped as he looked at me, pulling his hand back only to grasp my wrist and make my fingers brush against my core.
The warm, slick wetness made me feel hot in my knees, but the moment he brought my wrist close to his face and took out his tongue to lick the tip of two middle fingers, I felt crushed.
I dived into the well of timidity, and he was not finished. He took both of my fingers and licked them, looking into my eyes.
“ You are incredibly sweet,” his words sent a shiver down my spine. A pointless reminder made me lower my gaze that he had a sweet tooth.
I attempted to shift off his lap, but he drew me closer, and I felt him lean in to my ear and whisper softly. “ My touch is so healthy for your skin. You should make it into your skincare routine,”
I swallowed hard and gazed into his eyes. What on earth did I do?
The green color had suddenly become a symbol of evil for me—an evil that had just made me realise what he could do in a few moments without even trying harder.
My stomach twisted, and I said, “ I should go.” I tried to move away, but he pulled me back closer, wrapping his arm around me and placing another on my head, drawing me into the warm hug. I hesitated a little but closed my eyes, slowly giving in.
He patted my head, and tears welled up in my eyes. This was overwhelming.
“ Hey,” he murmured softly against my cheek, compelling me to look at him.
“ You didn ’ t do anything. I did everything,” he said, but his words did not change how I felt at all.
I shook my head.
"This was wrong. You are a Prince, and I am just a maid. Nandani would hate me for this. Ranaji trusts me, and I am... in the arms of his brother. With no shame, uncensored, naked," My voice broke as a tear rolled down my cheek, and suddenly, he brought his lips closer, stopping just a centimeter from mine. I moved back an inch, struck by the revelation that had just occurred me.
"I will eat you, , I will fucking eat you. This is a weak side of mine. The last time I heard your shaking voice, I ended up marrying you. Do you want me on my knees for you?" His words made me close my eyes, and I shook my head slowly.
“ Then never bring this prince and maid thing up to me again. We walked past it the day I claimed you as my wife.”
“ Half wife,” I reminded him as he leaned closer, kissing my nose softly. “ There is no concept of a half-wife, stupid,” and a soft chuckle escaped my lips.
"What about Princess Rashmika? She is you-,"
“ Keep an eye on her until I get back,” he interrupted, and I drew back to look into his eyes, confused.
“ Is she involved?” I asked right away, and he nodded slightly. “ Maybe,”
I hastened off his lap, feeling as if a mountain had struck me. Who could we trust these days? Yet, the thought of her being a threat to him made my stomach tighten.
“ What will you do now?” I asked, looking straight into my eyes. He replied, “ Taste you directly from my tongue.” I rolled my eyes immediately and stood up from the bed, unable to believe him. But he quickly took my hand and made me meet his gaze. My eyes lowered to his hand, which gripped my fingers, drawing them closer to his lips.
He licked my fingers again and bit on his lower lip, shaking his head a little.
"You are so sweet. I feel already addicted. What do you eat?" he asked slowly, and I furrowed my brows.
"How many women have you tasted?" I couldn ’ t help but ask, and he looked at me, raising his brows.
"One."
"You ’ re lying," I attempted to say.
He shook his head. "I ’ ve left a few things exclusively for my wife," he said, and I immediately pulled my hand back.
"You should stop calling me that," I tried to say, and he furrowed his brow with a wicked expression.
"Why so?"
I sighed deeply and looked at him. "Because...," I started, but couldn ’ t find the words. He waited a few moments before replying. "I think you need time to figure out the 'because.'"
I lowered my gaze and shook my head.
"Because no one knows who we are to each other," I tried to say, and 'no one' was really him in the back of my mind. He stayed silent, holding my hand gently, unable to answer as he lowered his gaze.
"It's okay, you don ’ t have to answer. I know it ’ s complicated," I tried to say, and he looked at me.
"I ’ m clear about it. You need to battle your mind," he said, kissing my fingers. I dragged my hand back from his hold and smiled weakly at him.
"You shouldn ’ t be hungry. I brought you dinner, and it ’ d be good if I don ’ t walk out empty-handed at this late hour from your chamber," I tried to say, and he stood up, smirking a little.
"Someone is getting good at sneaking out," he said, walking past me while taking my hand.
"Let's eat together," he said, sitting on the couch, and I immediately shook my head, feeling the heat in my cheeks at the sight of him half-naked and tempting before me on the couch.
"You know, I cannot do it,"
He chuckled softly while looking at me. “ You ’ ve already done a lot more,” he said, reminding me of our heated encounter as he pulled me closer. I sat beside him, and he asked, “ How was your day?”
I watched him take a bite and shove it into his mouth. “ Umm, it was good, and you should wash your hands before eating,” I managed to say, and he replied, “ Have you ever seen a lion wash his hands before having his meal?”
I inhaled deeply and sharpened my gaze at him. "But there should be some difference between an animal and a man."
He quickly lifted his gaze to meet mine, and I felt as though I had spoken out of turn and muttered, “ Sorry.”
“ Good,” he muttered, pushing the plate closer to me. “ Do you want to eat?” he asked, and I looked at him in disbelief.
"From your plate?" I asked, and he nodded. "I don't think I should."
He paused for a moment before saying, “ I think you should. Both my Bhaisa share their plates with their wives.”
I bit my lip, feeling a flutter in my stomach at his words. “ But they are their wives,” I attempted to say, and he raised an eyebrow and asked, “ Did I say anything different?”
I clenched my hand on my skirt, attempting to say, "I already had dinner."
He chuckled and insisted again, "The fuel is burnt; you need more."
A smile appeared on my face as I looked at my hand. "I should clean... it," I said. He shook his head. "I already licked it clean. But yes, unless you want to get rid of my sal..." I sucked on the tip of my own finger before he could finish, and a wide smile appeared on his face with a slight blush.
“ Okay, you don ’ t want to,” he said, and I reached out my hand to take a bite, reminding him, “ Just a bite.”
He nodded and kept eating as I took a bite.
“ You know, an attendee tried to seduce me,” he suddenly said, and I looked at him with furrowed brows.
"What??" I asked in shock.
"Yes," he chuckled, chewing his food.
"Who?" I asked, already feeling hatred toward her.
"The one who saw us together," he added.
"In the afternoon yesterday?" I asked, and he nodded.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"How?" I asked, looking at him.
"She suddenly fell in front of me, thinking I would help her up," he said, and I furrowed my brows, unable to believe such things were happening in the Kingdom.
"Should I talk to her?" I asked slowly. After all, I had the authority to scold them.
He shook his head.
"So, you liked it?" I asked, confused. Right after we had a heated encounter on his bed, he told me that someone was trying to hook up with him, and he seemed okay with that.
"No, I didn ’ t say that," he replied slowly, looking at me.
"But it seems like it," I tried to say.
"Wait a moment," he suddenly turned to look at me.
"Are you jealous, half-wife?"
I shifted back a little, taken aback by his words, and tried to shake my head. "Why would I be?" I asked in my defense.
"Well, it ’ s pretty evident on your face," his words made me cup my cheeks, and I shook my head.
"No."
Then he moved closer to me. "Yes."
I shook my head, leaning back against the armrest of the couch. "No."
He hovered over me, and I quickly placed my hand on his chest. "Yes," I tried to say.
"Agastya," but suddenly a deep voice caught my attention. I turned to see the head commander of our army parting the curtains and looking at us.
His face turned bright red, and he fumbled.
"Oh... umm, sorry, I should... uh, come back."
I turned to see his annoyed expression.
"You already spoiled it, Eklavya," he said.
He sat back, and I immediately stood up, placing the dupatta on my head. I watched him walk in and bow slightly with a smile. "Pranam, Sum... umm, I mean, Bhabhisa," his words made my cheeks flush, and I quickly walked past him, rushing back to my chamber. My heart raced that night. Everything that happened clouded my mind the whole evening. The image of him, the memory of me sitting in his lap, swaying my hips against him, feeling his intense warmth—it was overwhelming. I couldn ’ t sleep properly because I felt hot all night.
I woke up in the morning and returned to my work, trying to act as if nothing had happened the night before. "How are you?" Nandani asked as I walked to her chamber. She was now walking, holding the baby in her arms.
"I should be the one asking you that," I said, motioning for the attendees to start cleaning her chamber as I approached her. "How is the little princess doing now?"
I looked at her sleeping peacefully in her mother's arms, and I couldn't help but smile widely at her.
"She ’ s having a hard time adjusting to her father ’ s rough hands, which feel like bricks to her compared to her mother's," Nandani said, and I suddenly chuckled.
"Who has brick hands?" I heard Ranaji abruptly enter the chamber, walking closer to her. I instinctively took a step back.
"She said you do," Nandani replied, slowly handing the baby to him. I watched the smile on Ranaji's face as he cradled her in his arms. I would bet that everything paled in comparison to this feeling for him.
", I really need to take a bath," she said, catching my attention, and I nodded. "Okay, I ’ ll get your water prepared."
She nodded and suddenly pulled me aside. "Come here." My eyes widened in slight shock as I looked at her with confusion.
"Did you see Rashmika?" she asked, and I shook my head slightly.
"Why?" I asked.
She sighed deeply. "I don ’ t know, but I have a bad feeling about her. You weren ’ t here when Aishwarya and I met her. She seemed so disoriented around us. I mean, what kind of princess doesn ’ t want to know about her husband's family and kingdom?"
She said, and I furrowed my brows.
"What? Really?" I tried to pretend, but it was an excellent opportunity to tease her about Rashmika potentially not being a good person.
"Yes, I don ’ t know, maybe it was her first time. And what kind of princess visits her in-laws before the wedding? It ’ s not our tradition," she said, and I shook my head.
"I don ’ t know what to make of it," I replied. "But I can keep an eye on her if you want."
She nodded immediately. "That would be perfect. You know, I could even tell Aishwarya about this," she said, to which I asked slowly, "But why?"
"I don ’ t know, she doesn ’ t seem very perceptive when it comes to reading faces," Nandani said, looking at me.
"And you think I am?" I asked back.
She nodded. "You understand me and my mind," she said, and I chuckled.
"I get you. I ’ ll keep an eye on her," I confirmed, now sure that Rashmika was up to something. Because while Kunwarsa Agastya could be mistaken, Nandani was clever. She could bring Rana Rudra Dev Singh to his knees; she didn ’ t need an introduction.
"Okay," she said.
I walked past her to set up her bathing arrangements. After that, I went to see Daadisa to handle her meals. She reminded me about the marriage details, and I couldn ’ t help but smile faintly.
I returned to the kitchen and saw Kunwarsa Agastya walking with a beautiful woman. It must be Princess Rashmika. I watched them talking about something, and I didn ’ t know why, but I felt a surge of fire in my heart as I observed them.
Suddenly, his gaze shifted to mine, and I froze, staring back at him. My breath hitched, and just before Princess Rashmika could follow his gaze, I turned and walked away.
I couldn ’ t mess this up. I had to find out what her poison was.
The day concluded, and I returned to my room. I woke up early because, at last, it was the big day—the princess ’ s naming ceremony.
It was early morning, and I dressed in a simple pale red outfit. As the widow of my late husband, I couldn ’ t wear deep, vibrant colors, but this newborn princess meant so much more to me than his lifeless form. Besides, I also had a new husband now.
After drying my hair, I braided it and walked out of the room to see the preparations in progress. The entire kingdom resembled a Diwali festival, adorned with flowers and multicolored curtains, evoking the spirit of Holi.
I went to Nandani ’ s chamber and found her already awake. The event would start later in the morning, and chaos was unfolding in the kingdom because, after the naming ceremony, the doors would open for the villagers for the feast and donations.
I watched Nandani prepare for the Princess ’ s naming ceremony. She let out a deep sigh of frustration and glanced at me. I couldn ’ t help but smile. She had gained weight during her pregnancy and was struggling to tie the waistband.
“ Let me help,” I said, and she nodded as she got to her feet.
“ Inhale,” I said, and she pulled her stomach in. I tightened the knot, and she exhaled deeply.
“ I hope it won ’ t hurt you,” I managed to say, and she shook her head.
“ I ’ ll come out of it as soon as the ceremony ends. Plus, I need to lose weight. It ’ s not looking good on me,” she said with a pouted face, and I shook my head.
“ You look beautiful as always, even cuter,” she said, a wide smile appearing on my face.
“ I ’ ll ask Rudra to help me lose weight,” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “ How can he help?”
And she gave me sidelong glances, saying, “ With sex.” Her bold words instantly reminded me of Kunwar Agastya, and I couldn ’ t help but lower my gaze. Part of me wanted to tell her everything, but that would mean creating problems for his wedding, if it was going to happen. Besides, it wasn ’ t my place to be a hurdle in that. If it meant anything to him, he should make everyone aware of it.
But I didn ’ t know why seeing him with Princess Rashmika made me feel bad, especially after what happened the other night. The image of his face sucking on my fingers was still vivid in my mind. His eyes appeared devilishly attractive, and his soft curls looked cute.
“ Why are you smiling?” Nandani pulled me out of my thoughts, and I quickly shook my head.
“ Umm, it ’ s the princess ’ s naming ceremony,” I tried to say, and she suddenly smiled.
“ Yes, , I can ’ t believe how far we ’ ve come, but…” She paused, and I noticed her expression change as she grew upset. Her cheeks flushed red, and I held her hands.
“ But I wish Baapusa were here with us. I hope he can see his grandchild. I wanted him to be my first child.” Tears rolled down her cheeks, and I shook my head.
“ He ’ s still watching you, Nandani. But from a better place,” I said, as she sank down onto the couch, letting her tears flow freely and sobbing softly.
“ But still, even though I ’ m happy that I have everything, it feels like there ’ s a void. You know he would have cried seeing the baby. He loved children and had always been supportive and positive. I can ’ t believe he deserved to be taken away too soon.” I kneeled before her, gulping silently as I looked at her. She sobbed, and I tried to wipe away her tears.