The Royal Silence

58. Addicted To Her

"Dhwani... can you pass me the rice?" I asked while adding salad to my plate, waiting for her to hand it over since it was closer to her side.

No response.

"Dhwani... pass me the rice, please," I repeated, this time looking at her properly.

Still nothing.

"Dhwani..." I touched her arm lightly, but my words stopped the moment my eyes landed on her plate.

She had mixed raita with rice instead of dal.

Dhwani startled at my touch and looked at me. "Yes? You were saying something?" she asked, blinking like she had just returned from somewhere far away.

I exhaled slowly, suddenly losing whatever appetite I had left.

"Yugant was asking for rice," Daadi spoke softly, her eyes moving between Dhwani and the plate in front of her. "But you seem lost somewhere else completely."

Dhwani followed Daadi's gaze toward her own plate and gasped softly.

"I... I didn't realize. I..." her words stumbled over each other.

"It's fine," I said immediately, squeezing her hand gently before she could overthink it further.

She nodded quickly, wiped her fingers with the napkin, and silently served rice onto my plate. Then she added mix veg beside it and even placed a chapati there carefully.

"Do you need anything else?" she asked quietly.

My eyes stayed on the plate for a second.

It was the first time she had ever served me food herself.

Earlier she never even liked doing things like this.

I shook my head slightly. "I'm not really feeling like eating anymore."

Her hand stopped midway while pouring raita into a bowl. She looked at me instantly. "You barely ate anything."

"You didn't either."

"I'm just not feeling hungry."

"Same."

She sighed softly and glanced around the table toward Daadi and Daadu-

who suddenly started acting like they couldn't hear us at all.

"I'm done," Daadu announced suspiciously fast after taking his last bite. "Sharda, bring my medicine to the room."

"Yes, yes, I'm coming," Daadi replied while trying very hard not to smile knowingly.

I almost chuckled while watching them.

These two seriously understand when people need privacy and disappear accordingly.

A few minutes later, both of them were gone too.

Dhrithika and Vedika had already taken Pihu outside for ice cream to cheer her mood up which meant the whole mansion was silent now.

Except for me and Dhwani sitting across from each other at the dining table.

"Why are you not eating? Have dinner properly," she muttered, pushing the plate slightly closer to me.

I held her hand before she could pull away and pressed a kiss against her knuckles. "You haven't eaten anything either... and you need to take your medicine."

Her brows creased instantly. "How do you know?"

Shit.

"Ah... I mean," I cleared my throat, "you said before dinner that you had a headache, so I thought you'd probably take medicine later, right?"

"Ohh." She nodded slowly. "Yes, you're right. I should eat then."

She stretched her hand toward another plate, but I stopped her again.

"No need. You can eat from my plate... if you're comfortable with it."

Her eyes dropped to the plate filled with food before she looked back at me. "You sure?"

"Aren't you comfortable?" I asked instead.

"I am," she admitted, the corner of her lips twitching slightly. "But you might not be."

"I'll be more comfortable," I replied before sliding the plate properly between us. Then I picked up another spoon and handed it to her.

"I don't need it."

She placed the spoon back on the table, took some rice with her fingers, and ate quietly.

And suddenly, I smiled as I realised she is Samarth's Carbon Copy.

Same refusal to use spoon unless forced at gunpoint.

I took the first bite of chapati since I was never a big fan of rice.

Making another bite, I held it toward her, but she instantly made a face. "I don't like vegetables," she complained like a stubborn child.

I sighed before holding her chin with my other hand, my thumb brushing softly across her lips.

Her lips parted instantly, and she blinked up at me with those big honey-brown eyes.

I placed the morsel near her mouth and she finally took it, chewing slowly like she was being forced to survive a punishment.

"How was it?" I asked while taking another bite myself.

"Average," she answered honestly.

"Huh. It's good. Try one more."

I fed her again despite the glare she gave me.

She barely ate veggies anyway. Rice was clearly her favorite.

"You should eat rice too," she said suddenly before taking a morsel with her fingers and forwarding it toward me.

I opened my mouth and took the bite and weirdly... it felt different.

Maybe because her fingers brushed lightly against my lips.

Maybe because someone had fed me like this after a long time.

I never thought we'd sit like this someday-sharing food from the same plate like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"You know..." she said while stuffing another bite into her mouth despite claiming she wasn't hungry five minutes ago, "Daadi told me I should cook something sweet tomorrow."

I instantly looked at her. "And you refused, right?"

Please say yes.

She chuckled. "Not at all."

My hand stopped midway to my mouth. "Don't tell me you're actually planning to cook tomorrow."

I was genuinely not mentally prepared for another disaster in this mansion.

"Obviously," she answered proudly, giving me the brightest smile possible.

"But you don't know how to cook," I reminded carefully. Or more accurately, she didn't know anything about the kitchen except where the fridge was.

"I know," she nodded calmly. "I watched a YouTube video."

I stared at her blankly. "That's your confidence source?"

"Yes."

"Dhwani..." I rubbed my forehead. "People watch crime documentaries too. That doesn't make them detectives."

She gasped. "Wow. Such negativity toward your own wife."

"I'm just worried about the safety of this house."

She narrowed her eyes at me before taking another bite peacefully. "Relax. I'll manage."

"That sentence itself scares me."

"Excuse me?"

I understood one thing very clearly by now that if Dhwani decided something, making her change her mind was a complete waste of time.

So instead of arguing directly, I decided to take a different route.

"But Dhwani..." I spoke carefully. "Don't you think this is wrong?"

"What?" she looked up at me instantly.

"This whole thing. You cooking. Isn't it kind of... patriarchy?"

Yes. I was absolutely using feminism to save my kitchen because this was my last hope.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought about it. "Actually... you're right."

Thank God.

"I told Daadi the same thing," she continued proudly. "I said I believe in equality."

I relaxed slightly. "Then?"

"Then Daadi said you'll help me in the kitchen."

My smile vanished.

"She said the men in this family are feminists too, so she won't mind her grandson helping his wife cook."

I stared at her for a full three seconds.

Then slowly scratched my scalp, mentally preparing myself for tomorrow morning's disaster.

Dhwani smiled sweetly while taking another bite. "Don't worry, Mr. Feminist. We'll manage together."

Yeah. That sentence definitely did not comfort me at all.

It was around 9:30 when we finally returned to our room after dinner.

I was exhausted, so I took the shower first while Dhwani stayed busy struggling with removing her makeup. God knows how girls even survive all that effort daily.

After coming out, I lay down on the bed and pulled the comforter over myself, waiting for her to come quickly.

She joined me almost fifteen minutes later and quietly settled beside me.

"Did you forget something?" I asked the moment I felt her warmth near me.

"Me? No."

"Yes, you did. Your headache medicine," I reminded.

Technically it was her thyroid medicine, but since she didn't know that I knew about her medical history yet, it was better this way. Until she told me herself.

She turned toward the side table, picked up the strip, and swallowed the tablet before coming back beside me again.

This time she rested her head on my abs comfortably.

Her fingers moved slowly over my chest, drawing lazy circles there while she stared silently at the golden ceiling light.

"What happened?" I finally asked after noticing how quiet she had become.

"Am I pretty?" she suddenly asked.

I frowned slightly and turned my head to look at her face properly.

She looked completely serious.

"Where did that question come from suddenly?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"I don't know," she whispered softly. "But I want to know... am I pretty?"

Her fingers moved up, brushing lightly against my jaw.

I held her hand.

"You're the prettiest woman I've ever seen," I said without hesitation. "And honestly? You've ruined me so badly that now every other woman just looks... normal."

"So you do watch other women?"

Oh, fucking hell.

Out of everything I just said... this is what she picked?

I stared down at her in disbelief while she kept looking at me innocently, like she hadn't just trapped me with one sentence.

"Dhwani..." I dragged her name out tiredly. "That is seriously your conclusion?"

"Well, you just said every other woman looks normal now," she argued calmly. "Which means you looked at them before."

I rubbed my forehead. "Congratulations. You ignored the compliment professionally."

The corner of her lips twitched slightly, but she still tried to stay serious. "Answer the question, Mr. Raizaada."

I grabbed her chin lightly and tilted her face up toward me. "Yes, I've seen women before. I'm not blind."

Her brows instantly furrowed.

"But," I continued before she could start another argument, "none of them ever made me lose my sanity the way you do."

Her expression softened slightly.

I leaned closer. "Happy now, kaleshi queen?"

"Hm... maybe," she muttered, trying to hide her smile by burying her face against my chest again.

We stayed like that for some time before she finally lifted her face from my chest and tilted her head up to look at me.

"What?" I asked, already knowing she wanted to say something.

"Your heart... it's beating so fast."

"You're this close to me and still expecting my heart to behave normally?" I murmured, brushing my fingers through her hair.

"Hmm... so your heart knows me? It felt my presence?"

I took her hand and pressed it properly against my chest, letting her feel every heartbeat beneath her palm before squeezing her fingers gently.

"My heart recognized you long before I did," I murmured softly, keeping my eyes on hers.

She hummed softly, her hand sliding lower from my abs to my abdomen. I took a sharp breath when suddenly she grabbed my vest and disappeared under the comforter, trying to slide inside it exactly like she did last night.

The only difference was last night it was my loose t-shirt. This vest was tight. And definitely not made for two people.

"Dhwani, come out. You're not going to fit anymore," I warned, already feeling her struggling beneath the fabric.

She shook her head stubbornly and pushed herself upward a little more anyway.

I could feel her warm breaths against my skin now.

"Dhwani..."

"Please, Yugant..." her muffled voice came from inside. "I want to stay close."

Fuck.

I exhaled slowly and lifted myself slightly, allowing the fabric to stretch more for her.

Her hands came out first, grabbing my shoulders before she finally pulled herself up and slipped her head out from the neck side.

The moment she came up, my eyes dropped automatically. I got a perfect view of her cleavage pressed between us, those two poor things trapped against my chest because of how tightly she had squeezed herself inside.

My throat went dry instantly.

But the moment didn't last long because the next second, she wrapped her arms tightly around me and hugged me properly.

I smiled instantly, my hand moving into her hair as the fragrance of it surrounded me completely.

God... this woman smelled addictive.

"This place is my favorite now," she mumbled sweetly against my chest before slowly pulling back just enough to look at me.

"What place?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

She tapped lightly over my heart. "Here."

Yes, it is. You've been staying here rent free for a very long time now.

She tapped lightly over my chest again, right above my heart. "You won't throw me away from here, right?" she asked, there was actual fear hidden beneath her smile.

My hand moved to her face instantly. I brushed my thumb gently on her cheek before pulling her even closer against me.

"Never," I whispered firmly. "You'll stay here forever. Even if the whole world walks away from you someday, my heart still won't know how to let you go."

I realized that was exactly what she wanted every single time.

Not promises.

Not grand words.

Just reassurance that I would stay.

Her lips curved into a soft smile before she cupped my face and leaned down toward my mouth.

Within seconds, her lips were on mine.

Warm. Slow. Addictive.

My breath shuddered for a second before I finally relaxed beneath her.

She kissed me softly at first, like she was learning me again, while I stayed still, watching her face closely instead of taking control this time.

Her lashes rested against her cheeks, her brows relaxed, and the way she gently sucked on my lower lip made something inside me burn slowly.

"Dhwani..." I whispered against her mouth, but she only kissed me again, deeper this time, like she didn't want words between us anymore.

Her hold tightened on my face as she tried to explore my mouth with her tongue, but failed miserably because I still didn't let her in.

Then suddenly, her hand moved to my shoulder and her nails dug into my skin.

I hissed softly at the sting. And that little manipulative woman instantly used the moment to slip inside my mouth.

Sometimes I genuinely wonder how she manages to be this bold and this innocent at the same time.

She barely even knew how to kiss properly, kept losing rhythm every few seconds... Yet this same woman had done far more sinful things than this.

After a few moments, when she finally seemed satisfied, she pulled away slowly and blinked rapidly while looking at me.

Her lips were glistening slightly, her breathing uneven, and God... she had no idea what she looked like right now.

Her gaze dropped back to my mouth.

Then her thumb brushed softly across my lower lip, wiping them gently before she brought that same thumb to her own mouth and slipped it between her lips, tasting it slowly like she didn't want to waste even the last trace of me.

"Satisfied?" I asked, my voice rough as I looked at her flushed face.

She gave a small nod, still breathing unevenly.

"Good," I murmured, my fingers sliding behind her neck. "Because now it's my turn."

Before she could react, I held her nape and suddenly flipped our positions.

The next second, she was lying beneath me, her hair spread across the pillow while I hovered over her.

"Yug-ahh..." a soft moan escaped her lips when I pinned her bangles-cradled wrists above her head with one hand and crashed my mouth against hers.

I kissed her slowly at first, but the moment she melted beneath me, whatever control I had left started slipping away.

Her lips were soft, warm, slightly swollen from before, and I kept kissing them deeper, taking my time tasting her properly this time. Every small sound she made against my mouth only made me want more.

My free hand moved down her body, sliding over her waist, feeling every curve through the thin fabric while she trembled beneath me. Being trapped inside the same vest made everything harder and hotter at the same time. Every movement dragged her body against mine, every breath mixed between us.

I knew she wouldn't be able to handle my full weight, so I slowly parted her legs and pushed my knee between them, making her gasp against my lips instantly.

"Yug-"

I swallowed the rest of her words with another kiss.

Her wrists twisted above her head as she tried to free her hands from my hold, but I only tightened my grip for a few more seconds, enjoying the way she reacted to me.

Eventually, I let go.

The moment her hands were free, they moved straight to my back, her nails digging into my skin hard enough to sting while I pushed my knee further between her legs.

A shaky breath escaped her mouth.

And fuck... the way she clung to me like she wanted me impossibly closer was ruining whatever sanity I had left.

"Tell me to stop," I whispered against her throat, my lips moving slowly over her skin while I tried to hold onto the last bit of control left in me.

I could feel the heat between her legs, and my condition was getting worse every second.

All the blood in my body had rushed straight to my shaft, yet I kept my mouth against her throat, forcing myself to wait for her answer.

"Don't stop... please," she breathed out shakily. "I want you. I want to consummate this marriage."

I pulled away slowly and looked at her face properly, trying to read even the smallest hesitation in her eyes.

"You sure?" I asked softly, not wanting to rush her even when every part of me was losing control.

"Yes," she breathed out instantly. "Don't stop... just do it already."

And before I could say anything else, she grabbed my face and pulled me into another kiss.

My hands tried to explore her curves, but being trapped inside the same vest made everything awkward and impossibly tight.

Frustrated, I grabbed her hips instead and pulled her lower body closer against mine.

She shuddered the moment she felt my hardness pressed against her and a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Yugant..." My name rolled down her tongue.

I kissed her again, deeper this time, while my fingers slowly slipped beneath the hem of her shorts, my touch turning slower, more dangerous, making her body tense beneath me instantly.

Pleasure.

This was the only thing I could feel right now.

Hot, overwhelming pleasure spreads through every part of my body like slow fire. Every touch of his hands, every kiss, every breath brushing against my skin was making me lose sense of everything around me.

My heart was beating so fast while my body reacted to him in ways I had never experienced before. The warmth pooling low in my stomach kept growing stronger every second, especially when his fingers slipped inside the hem of my shorts, making my breath shake helplessly.

I clutched his shoulders tighter, my nails digging into his skin as another shiver ran through me.

God... how can one man make me feel this weak and this alive at the same time?

I felt his warm hand slide along the inside of my thighs, squeezing gently while he kept leaving open-mouthed kisses on my neck, sucking softly in between.

His hand moved over the waistband of my innerwear, then suddenly, his fingers slipped inside.

I moaned as I felt him parting my legs wider, and then his fingers slipped between my folds.

"Ahmm..." I gasped as warmth pooled deep inside me.

"Already so wet?" he whispered in his harsh, manly voice. "Is this because you've been craving this since the moment you became my wife?"

He rubbed there slowly, using my wetness as lubricant, making my body tremble beneath him.

"Tell me... is this how badly you wanted your husband?" he asked in that same sinful tone.

I couldn't answer. My breaths came out in short, shaky gasps instead.

And then he slowly slipped his finger inside me.

"Ahh... Yug..." I bit down on my lip hard.

"Open your eyes and look at me when I'm pleasuring you."

I opened my eyes and found him already staring at me, his gaze dark and completely fixed on my face.

"Keep your eyes on me," his voice turned deeper, more commanding. "If you close them again, I'll stop... got it?"

I nodded quickly and licked my lips, suddenly feeling unbearably thirsty.

His fingers moved again, slowly pumping inside me while I tried to breathe through my mouth and control the overwhelming sensations building inside me.

But the moment his second finger slipped inside too, a sharp gasp escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered shut on their own.

Yugant chuckled softly against my skin. "Eyes on me, love." His deep voice alone did dangerous things to my body.

I forced my eyes open again. My hands moved to cup his face and I pulled him up, crashing my mouth against his.

His tongue instantly took control, slipping into my mouth as he kissed me harder. I let him. Let him take over completely.

Then suddenly, he pulled his hand away and tried to free himself from the vest we were stuck inside. But it was impossible. The fabric tightened more between us, crushing my breasts painfully in the process, and a broken groan escaped me.

He stopped instantly, understood what happened, then grabbed the vest from the neck side and tore it apart completely.

The sound made my breath hitch.

He didn't waste another second. His hands moved to my t-shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion before throwing it somewhere onto the floor. My bra followed. Then my shorts and innerwear.

Cool air hit my bare skin, raising goosebumps all over my body.

Under the soft golden light, Yugant looked unreal. Perfect. Dangerous. Mine.

I couldn't stop staring at him. My hand moved down instinctively, touching the hard lines of his abs.

But he grabbed my wrist again and pinned it above my head before leaning down to kiss me harder than before. I kissed him back with everything inside me.

Then his fingers slipped inside me again.

A shaky moan escaped my mouth as he moved them slowly, curling them in ways that made my thighs tremble helplessly around him. Every movement sent another wave of pleasure through me until I couldn't think straight anymore.

"Oh God..." I gasped, my fingers clutching the bedsheet tightly.

He kissed down my throat, over my collarbone, lower... worshipping my body like he wanted to memorize every inch of it.

My back arched when his lips closed around my breast, sucking softly before soothing it with his tongue. Then he gave the same attention to the other side, making me moan louder this time.

The sensations became too much. Too hot. Too intense.

My whole body shook beneath him while he kept touching me, kissing me, making me feel things I didn't even know existed.

His fingers started moving faster, deeper, making my thighs shake around his hand while heat coiled tighter and tighter low inside my stomach.

"Yu... Yugant..." I gasped helplessly, my fingers clutched his wrist tightly.

The pressure inside me kept growing until I genuinely thought I would lose my mind.

My whole body arched off the bed instantly.

A loud moan almost escaped my mouth and then it happened.

Pleasure crashed through me so intensely that my mind went completely blank. My body jerked and trembled uncontrollably beneath him while wave after wave washed through me.

I clung to him desperately, unable to even breathe properly as my whole body twitched from the overwhelming sensation.

"Open your eyes."

His voice sounded distant for a second.

I forced my heavy eyelids open slowly and looked at him through blurred vision, still trembling in his arms.