The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, painting the chamber in soft gold.
I stirred, warmth cocooning my body. For a fleeting second, I forgot where I was-forgot what happened last night.
Then, I shifted.
Something heavy, warm, solid pressed against my waist.
My breath hitched.
Oh. No.
My eyes shot open.
And there he was.
Tejendra.
Sleeping beside me.
Not just beside me-close.
His arm was draped over my waist, his fingers barely grazing my bare stomach beneath the sheets. His breath was warm against the nape of my neck, steady, deep, possessive even in sleep.
My entire body locked up.
I bit my lip, heat rushing to my face as I tried to move, but the second I did, his arm tightened-just slightly.
Not fully awake, but still caging me in.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to stay calm.
Then, slowly-very, very carefully-I pried his fingers off me and slipped out of bed.
I stood at the edge, my heart pounding.
He didn't wake.
Thank the gods.
I turned toward the wardrobe, my feet bare against the cold marble. I just needed my clothes-just needed to dress before he woke up.
But the moment I reached for my nightdress-
"No."
The single word froze me.
My fingers stopped mid-air before I could grasp the fabric. My breath caught.
He was awake.
I turned my head, slowly.
Tejendra was lying on his side, head propped up on his palm, watching me with hooded eyes, his expression unreadable.
"W-what?" My voice came out weaker than I wanted.
His lips curled. "You're not wearing that."
A shiver ran through me.
I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly hyper-aware of my bare skin beneath the covers last night.
"Excuse me?"
He yawned, stretching, the muscles in his arms flexing as he sat up, looking completely at ease-like he wasn't absolutely destroying my sanity right now.
"You're not wearing that," he repeated lazily.
My nails dug into my palms. "Then what am I supposed to wear?"
His smirk deepened. He reached to the side, grabbed something from the bedside chair, and tossed it toward me.
A soft bundle of fabric hit my chest.
I caught it instinctively, and when I looked down-
My stomach dropped.
It was his kurta.
One of his loose, musky, oversized kurtas.
My mouth went dry.
I snapped my head up. "You're joking."
He raised an eyebrow, utterly unfazed."I'm not."
I clenched my jaw. "I'm not wearing your clothes, Tejendra."
"You will."
"No, I won't."
His eyes darkened-a silent warning.
Then, in a voice too smooth, too dangerous, he said-
"Unless, of course, you'd rather stay as you are."
A sharp, hot wave of realization crashed over me.
I was still completely bare under the sheets.
My entire body burned.
"Y-you-" I sucked in a breath, fists trembling. "You're insufferable!"
He just chuckled, completely unfazed."And you're stalling, Rajkumari."
I gritted my teeth. My heart hammered as I snatched the kurta off my chest, spun around, and stomped behind the dressing screen.
The fabric smelled like him.
It was too big, too soft, too... Tejendra.
And as I slipped it over my head, feeling the warmth of his presence wrap around me, I knew one thing for sure-
I had lost this battle.
And the worst part?
He knew it too.
I marched out from behind the dressing screen, wrapped in his kurta, my arms folded tightly across my chest.
The fabric swallowed me whole. The sleeves hung past my wrists, the hem brushing against my knees-a clear reminder that it wasn't mine.
It was his.
And judging by the smug, victorious smirk on his face as his eyes trailed over me-he knew exactly how much that fact infuriated me.
I inhaled sharply, willing myself to ignore him, and walked toward the small table where breakfast had already been set.
He followed.
Of course, he did.
I sat down quickly, forcing my gaze away as I reached for the food. But before I could even take a bite, a warm hand suddenly brushed against my hair, gently pushing it over my shoulder.
I froze.
A slow shiver crawled up my spine as his fingers grazed the bare skin of my neck.
"You left your hair open," he murmured, his voice low, too close to my ear.
I swear my soul left my body.
I gripped the spoon in my hand like it was a weapon. "What are you doing?" I bit out, my voice tight, shaky.
He hummed, unbothered, as he leaned back lazily. "Fixing it."
I whipped around, my cheeks on fire. "Fixing what?"
His smirk deepened. "I don't like it in your face."
I clenched my fists beneath the table, my entire body burning."That's not your concern, Tejendra."
His eyes glinted with amusement as he reached for his tea, completely at ease."It is now, Rajkumari. After all, you are wearing my clothes."
I hated the way my stomach twisted at those words.
I am going to kill him.
I turned back to my plate, determined to ignore him.
I picked up a piece of paratha, dipping it into the warm shorba, and lifted it to my mouth-
And then he did it again.
Just as I was about to take a bite, his hand reached forward, his fingers grazing my lips.
My breath hitched.
"There was something there," he murmured.
My entire existence short-circuited.
I jerked back, horrified, my heart slamming against my ribs."W-what are you-"
Before I could even finish my sentence-
He licked his thumb.
Right in front of me.
Right where he had just touched my lips.
I DIED. RIGHT THEN AND THERE.
My mouth fell open, my face a furious shade of red."T-Tejendra!"
He tilted his head innocently, setting his cup down. "Hmm?"
"You-" I pointed at him, speechless, my hand shaking. "What-what was that?!"
He blinked. "What was what?"
I clenched my jaw. "You just-you-"
He shrugged, leaning in slightly, his voice dipping lower. "I was only helping."
I hated the way my breath caught. I hated the way his voice felt like it was crawling over my skin.
I gripped my spoon tighter, glaring. "Next time, don't."
His lips twitched."Next time?"
I realized my mistake too late.
I had just implied there would be a next time.
His smirk turned positively sinful."So, you're expecting one?"
As I stamp the order on the parchment, the seal of my authority pressing into the paper with a weight that feels heavier than it should, I huff out a breath. Ufff...
This decision was a long time coming, and now it's official-there's no turning back.
I glance down at the letter, the words already burned into my mind. It's a decree-an order that will change the course of events, one way or another.
The matter of alliances has become too dangerous to ignore any longer. The Vaaishlya tribe needs to be dealt with, and my next move could either secure our borders or spark a war.
The ink is still wet as I sign my name, feeling the weight of each letter. The letter is now sealed and ready to be delivered.
"This is it," I whisper to myself. "No more second chances."
I sit back in my chair, rubbing my eyes as the exhaustion of the decision washes over me. The people I've trusted, the people I've sworn to protect, may not understand the gravity of this. But I can already see the consequences unfolding.
Ufff...
I set the letter aside, just for a moment, to breathe. I'll send it out tomorrow, but for now-I just need to rest.
I walk into my room-well, not mine anymore, but Tejendra's-and drop onto the bed. I stretch my legs, a long sigh leaving my lips as I try to shake off the exhaustion of the day. What a day.
My thoughts are a mess, but I can't shake the image of him-Tejendra-and the tension between us. The silence.
As I lie there, trying to gather my thoughts, I hear the door swing open.
I don't look up immediately, but then a sudden shift in the air makes me pause.
I glance toward the door, and there he is-half-naked Tejendra-his hair still damp from the shower, droplets of water dripping down his muscular chest.
His body is sculpted, each muscle defined and glistening in the dim light. His towel hangs low on his waist, barely clinging to him, and he's drying his hair with another towel, a slight smirk on his lips as he stares at me.
I can't help but feel my breath hitch. His presence fills the room, demanding attention. I try to look away, but my eyes are drawn to him like a magnet-those muscles, the tension in his posture, the way his eyes darken as they meet mine.
It's almost too much. I'm drowning in it.
My body betrays me, warmth pooling where I shouldn't be feeling it, my heartbeat racing.
His damp hair falls in soft waves around his face as he runs the towel through it, muscles rippling beneath the thin fabric of his towel.
His eyes lock onto mine, and I feel my breath catch in my throat. I try to look away, but his gaze holds me, pinning me in place.
He watches me, his eyes burning with something I can't quite place. T
"So," he muses, his voice dripping with that same arrogance. "Have you done your work? Like my good girl ?"
The words hit me like a wave, and my stomach flutters. I feel that heat rush to my cheeks, my pulse quickening. He's watching me closely, as if he can see right through me, like he knows exactly what his words do to me.
The praise sends a jolt through me, and I'm not sure whether to be ashamed or thrilled. My forehead tingles with sweat, my chest tight, and I try to shake off the unwanted reaction.
But before I can catch myself, I mutter under my breath, "Don't call me that."
There's a brief pause, and I feel his presence shift, as if he's not used to being denied. His smirk fades just slightly, replaced by a glimmer of something more intense. He steps closer, closing the distance between us, his gaze never leaving mine.
"Oh?" His voice drops lower, that dangerous edge to it now. "And why's that?"
I swallow, not sure what to say. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I can't seem to find the strength to say them.
"Because ... Just dont..and I am not yours." I manage to say, though my voice is far from steady. The heat in my chest flares up, but my body betrays me.
He leans in, his breath warm against my skin. I want to pull away, but something in the air between us holds me still. I can't escape this.
"Not mine, huh?" he whispers, his lips brushing the edge of my ear. "We'll see about that."
Without a word, he steps closer, his hand shooting out to grab my wrist with brutal precision.
Before I can react, he yanks me toward him, pulling my arm above my head, trapping me with his strength.
My heart races, but I can't find the words to protest.
His grip tightens as he leans down, his breath hot on my ear. "You need to be taught some manners," he growls, his other hand moving to grasp my chin roughly, tilting it up so our eyes meet.
Before I can even process what's happening, he grabs a cloth from the nearby table, the fabric thick and firm in his hands. I don't have time to react as he ties it around my wrist, securing it to the bedpost with a swift, practiced motion.
Before I can even process what's happening, he grabs a cloth from the nearby table, the fabric thick and firm in his hands. I don't have time to react as he ties it around my wrist, securing it to the bedpost with a swift, practiced motion. I tug against it instinctively, but it's no use—he's strong, and I'm completely at his mercy now. My breath hitches in my throat as he steps back slightly, looking down at me with that same, unreadable expression.
He kneels beside the bed, his gaze roving over my body before settling between my legs. His calloused hands grip my thighs, spreading them apart until I'm exposed to him fully."You're fucking dripping, little one." His voice rumbles as his fingers trace along my wet slit, barely teasing the entrance. His tongue finds my slit, wet and wanting, tracing circles around my throbbing clit before plunging deep inside me.
A gasp escapes my lips as he begins to devour me, licking and sucking eagerly."aaah please" i gasp, as i tug at my tied hands. He groans into my cunt, lapping up every drop of my arousal like a man starved. His teeth graze my sensitive clit, sending jolts of electricity coursing through me. My hips buck against his mouth, grinding shamelessly into his face as he fucks me with his tongue. "Such a god girl," he murmurs against my pussy, slapping it lightly before circling my aching clit again.
His hands move to hold my knees open wider as he buries himself deeper, lapping at my juices like a beast in heat.
His thumb presses firmly onto my clit, rubbing small circles as his tongue flicks across the delicate bud. With each flick, an electric pulse shoots through my body, making me squirm uncontrollably beneath him.
He pulls back suddenly, leaving me panting and desperate for more. But instead of giving me release, he stands up and undoes his towel with deliberate slowness, keeping eye contact the entire time.
I watch him intently as his towel falls , releasing the thickness straining against his boxers. His cock springs free, hard and ready, veins bulging beneath the smooth skin. He unties my hand as my mouth water . I crawl towards him. His cock right before me
"You know what you want, don't you?" he asks, eyes darkening with lust as I stare hungrily at his length. I nod, unable to speak, eager to taste him. He chuckles softly, knowing full well the effect he has on me.
I take his cock into my mouth greedily, relishing the feel of him stretching my lips wide. The taste of his precum coats my tongue, salty and musky, driving me insane with desire. He grips my hair tightly, guiding me as I bob up and down his shaft.
"Mmmm, take it all," he grunts, thrusting his hips forward.I gag on his cock, tears streaming down my cheeks as he forces me deeper. "Relax that pretty little throat," he commands, pushing harder still.
With one hand gripping my hair, he uses the other to slap his hard shaft against my cheek. "Open," he growls, feeding it back into my mouth slowly while forcing his way in deeper.
He does it again and again, until he reaches his high, his hips bucked and he grunted " yeahh..just like that".
His hot seed spills down my throat, and I swallow eagerly, not letting any go to waste. As soon as his orgasm subsides, he pulls away, breathing heavily. He lifts me by the waist effortlessly, positioning my ass on the edge of the bed.
My legs wrap around him, holding him close as he lines up his glistening tip at my entrance. places shoves me in the bed" hold your legs up" he commands . i do as he commands.He spreads my vaginal lips, as he licks my hole, slowly , torturing me. "aaah..do it" I nearly scream."Oh fuck, you taste so good," he grunts before slipping two fingers inside me, pumping slowly at first, then faster.
"Shiiiit!" I squeal, writhing under his touch.His thick fingers dive into my slick heat, spreading me wider as they plunge deep. My back arches off the bed, nails digging into his forearms as I beg for more. "Yeah?"He smirks, knowing I'm at his mercy, enjoying every second of watching me beg. Suddenly, he removes his fingers, causing me to whimper in protest.
He rubs my clit agaun, tenderly , as i moan in desperation "aaaahg please oh my god!"He makes me reach my edge just to withdraw his finger , as he watch me writhe and squirm "noooooh" He hold my legs in place , as he rubs my clit again. With no warning, he leans over and sucks my clit hard into his mouth.
I cry out, bucking wildly as he devours me, the tension within me rising rapidly.
I explode almost instantly, stars bursting behind my eyelids as my climax washes over me. He maintains the suction on my clit as waves of pleasure ripple through me, milking me for every last ounce of ecstasy.
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