Din-raat ke bairi bhed ka
Rukh mod ke main rakh dun
Tujh sang bair lagaya aisa
Raha na main phir apne jaisa
Raha na main phir apne jaisa

⚠18+ SOME MILD SEXUAL CONTENT⚠

"Can y'all pls make some inline comments and react to the scenes. This was the longest and toughest chapter I wrote. "

I sat beside him in the mandap, a four-poster structure with a canopy that forms the sacred space where the wedding takes place. He sat like a king he was staring at nothing in particular, while I sat beside him with my long veil covering my face. The whole mandap was surrounded by thousands of people who came there to witness the royal magnificent wedding between the king of Rakshatra and the princess of Asaka. He looked brawny with his strong muscles, a physically desirable body that was peaking out of his long heavy shawl draped on the left side of his arms.

The heavy ornaments he was wearing depicted the richness of the kingdom he ruled. I was wearing a heavy lehenga choli which was weaved from a pure gold thread with sophisticated designs showcasing the prosperity of our nation. The long veil which was placed on my head was the only thing that belonged to the kingdom of rakshatra everything else was brought from my home, the kingdom of Asaka.

The rituals ended with a delighted note, followed by the greetings and blessings by everyone. Everyone in the kingdom was happy for us as they praised and sang the divinity of this relation. They all were gathered to witness the union between a treaty which was covered in the shades of marriage. My coronation was held shortly after I got married. It was a grand celebration as the priests looked happy feeling content that a rajavnashi woman was sitting on the throne.  The distaste in his eyes towards my husband was visible, he was not the only one with distaste many, various people were jealous of the King.  Why won't they after all he got the throne?

The crown was placed on my head, the heaviness of the golden antique weighed more than anything I ever wore. It was not the physical weight that sent shivers down my body, it was the responsibility. The King and the queen are the rulers of a nation, a mother and father to everyone. A queen held the nation, held the man who ruled the nation. I was supposed to be there for the king. He was my husband which meant he held the place of God in my life.  But as he was the king I was his equal. He was my king and I was his queen. We were not superior our status was equal.

"एको देवः सर्वभूतेषु गूढः सर्वव्यापी सर्वभूतान्तरात्मा |कर्माध्यक्षः सर्वभूताधिवासः साक्षी चेता केवलो निर्गुणश्च ||"
("The Lord is hidden in the hearts of all. The eternal witness, pure consciousness, He watches our work from within, beyond the reach of the gunas.")

The priest chanted.

"I, Tanirika Princess of Asaka, wife of King Rakshatra, daughter of King Tanaya, lineage rajvanshi, born as the sole heir of the throne swear to be rightful, honest and consecrated queen of rakshatra, with the witness of Agni (fire), Vayu (air), naruthi (earth), Ishan (water) I swore my life to people and throne of rakshatra "

A dagger was placed in my hand to complete the ritual. I placed the dagger in my right hand and sliced my palm with it. Placing the sliced hand on top of the bowl flickering with fire I served as the queen of Rakshatra.

" O Goddess, Let yourself become the burning power of fire; who is not able to burn anything without thee. After any mantra, whoever taking thy name (Svaha), will pour oblations in the fire, he will cause those offerings to go directly to the gods. Mother, let yourself, the repository of all prosperity, reign over as the lady of his (fire's) house. All hail for the queen of Rakshatra and king of rakshatra.  "

The crowd cheered with glee as I held his hand and sat beside him on the throne of rakshatra.

My reign was started.

My chambers were glinting in the light of thousands of lamps burning in different corners of the room. The petals of rose and mogra were used to decorate the whole room. Various flat containers of gold-filled with water and rose petals were placed in different positions. The bed was covered with fresh curtains and white bedsheets. A canopy of flowers was affixed around the bed. Rose petals were scattered on top of the fresh white bedsheets, a natural aphrodisiac, as roses were aiming towards building the mood for physical and mental intimacy. The maids helped me to sit in the middle of the bed with my long veil covering my face.

It was the last ritual, the ritual was giving yourself solemnly to your rightful husband. The maids exited the chambers giggling and teasing me. They were excited about my wedding night. As soon as the ladies went out I puffed the air out of my mouth. I spent twelve hours in this whole heavy attire, my whole body was sore because of carrying this heavy attire. I wanted to get rid of it. I removed my veil and kept it on my forehead. Sliding down the bed, I moved towards the end of the room where a passage to the garden stood. I stood near the door gazing at the garden filled with flowers dancing in the moonlight.

The water dropping from the statue of the lady who was holding a pot in her hand in a downward motion appeared like a pearl due to the moonlight creating a reflection on it. I smiled looking at the beautiful scenario in front of me. The dim lights of the lamps in my chambers created a beautiful kaleidoscopic arrangement of silhouettes of beautiful textures crafted on the walls and ceiling of the chambers. 

After fifteen minutes, the sound of footsteps nearing towards the chambers hit my ears. Breaking my beautiful reverie of thoughts. I gulped in realization as my husband entered the chambers. His footsteps were calm and composed maybe he wanted to create an atmospheric actualization that the king is here.

Well, The chambers belong to me and I was the Queen.  I immediately pulled my veil down, covering my face with it. Blocking his peripheral view of getting a glimpse of my sculpted figure which was twin-thin. I knew he was near, too near to me but I decided to ignore his presence. 

I stepped to the side when he stood behind me too closer to breathe. The goosebumps running over my spine shook the blood flow flowing in my body. Heat rushed to my cheeks, I was thankful to God that my blush was hidden due to my brown complexion.

"My king" I whispered as he stood beside me staring at me. 

"My queen " I don't know why but his voice made my knees weekend. It was a deadly essence it seemed like he mixed something in the air. His hand moved towards him, holding my left arm he turned me towards him. We stood staring at each other in a parallel way, my veil covering my face but giving me a rough glance at his stoic face. He was not pleased by the veil his expression portrayed that.

"Why the veil? " His voice was rough and urgent was he tempted to see my face. Well, he was going to be the only man who saw my face in this attire.

"You are supposed to remove it.  It's the husband's job"  As I completed the sentence, he yanked the veil off my body tossing it in a corner of the room. I flinched with his sudden activity, stumbling back. My breath caught in my throat as I suddenly felt so exposed in front of him standing in front of him in my blouse and skirt.  I was thankful for the heavy jewellery covering my exposed skin.

My languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly and then hastily as I peeked on his vivid face. His eyes bored into me as I glared at him.  His stoic expression turned into amusement as he smirked looking at him. He moved backwards until he huddled the support of the pillar behind him. Compelling his weight on the pillar, he crossed his limbs around his chest smirking at me.

I glared harder at him moving away from him. The vicinity of his torso near me closed up the proficiency of my mind. His strengthen by sandalwood masculine scent created curiosities in various parts of my core. I turned away with my back facing him. 

The dryness of my throat peaked higher as I mover towards the jug of water. I poured the water from the jug into the glass, when he jerked the glass filled with water from my hands. Swallowing greedily the water into his throat, his eyes never left mine. When did he wander here?

His sliver lightning eyes teased my dry throat as he gulped the water. I brought the jug of water near my lips, my eyes never leaving his, progressing the large opening of the jug near my lips, I ran a tongue over my dry lips before parting them to drink the water from the jug.

I caught his eyes turning dark as I drank the water from the jug, the wide opening of the jug allowed a few drops of water to fall on my throat and breasts. I challenged him as I moistened my dry throat. His grip on the glass tightened as his eyes raked down with the drop of the water down my throat falling on my breast.  Sustaining my thirst, I placed the jug down on the table, slashing the eye contact between us.

I smirked at him, grabbing the glass back and keeping it near the jar. He stared at me with rage and lust. I smiled satisfied with the outcome as I walked away from him.

" you are playing a very dangerous game unul Curajos"  He groaned darkly.

"Danger laced in the air when I stepped into this kingdom it's not new, my king "  I replied sassily. Fear was squirming into my body as I executed this whole situation, but the thrill of tossing expressions on his face forced me to do this.

He was like the mysterious puzzle, a hidden cave, a secret passage that intrigued me to unfold his every curve.

I walked towards the bed pulling the long thread of the flower coming into my way, these things were so annoying, they messed up with my nose. I huffed in annoyance pulling all the garland threads one by one from the canopy, why to work so hard on these things when they have to die in the morning. I was so engrossed in my work, that I forgot that a lion was scrutinizing me as a predator.

He pulled me by my left hand, pushing my whole frame on the adjacent wall, my back hit the wall with a force, he wasted no time in covering me from the front as his nose nudged with mine, mixing the air around us. Things processed like a harsh slap of wave, shivering my whole body in its hold. I held his arms for support and stared at his lips, the courage left my body as I gasped for the air.

I closed my eyes struggling to Inhale the air when he was dangerously close to me. His whole masculine frame pressed against mine, giving rise to the feminine intimate side of mine. The manly touch aroused lust and desire in my whole body, corrupted my whole virgin mind.

" I will order you and you will carry those things out without any trouble. Like a good little princess, you are " He ordered against my cheek, his lips traced and teased my cheek as I struggled in his hold. The newfound touch of the man closed my entire reasoning process. 

"Speak " He sanctioned sending trembles down my spine. I whispered a low yes. He left me immediately standing away from me with his arms locked behind his back. He stared at me like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. I composed myself from my aroused posture and stared everywhere except his eyes.

"Remove those three necklaces you are wearing. " His voice was rude but twitching. My hands worked automatically on my body as I struggled to remove those three heavy necklaces. Slowly and steadily I removed them all, giving him a nice view of my cleavage and decolletage.

"Those bangles and that thing tied on your waist " As soon as I was done with my necklaces he barker another order. I hated how I was doing everything he ordered me to do. He was the king and like a good subject, I have to do it. 

But I was not a princess, I was the queen. I was his equal, he held no power over me then why was I doing this. It was all because of his gallant male posture that did wonders on my body. After all, it was the first time in the 20 years a man touched me, a man was this close to me.

I removed those remaining accessories as they were troubling me not for him. I did not plan to follow his next order.  I had got to tell him what was my place.

"Come here," He said still being all domineering over me.

"No" I replied staring back at him, it was so hard to stare into his hard eyes. He was shocked when I defied him. Huh, Take that!

I wanted him to be angry, shout at me or yell at me but all he did was chuckle when I disobeyed him. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion as I stared at him.

"What is so funny? " I asserted.

"You," He said widening his beautiful eyes and chuckling at me.

"I am not funny "

"You are, the most interesting woman I ever met, " He said laughing at me. I was shaking with anger when he said that, I was everything but not funny I was positive and determined.

"Come here, my wife," he said sweetly, how come he became so sweet did he eat a bag of sugar today. Oh, it's because of all those sweets he ate.

"No, you make fun of me. Why don't you walk towards me? " I said being humiliated, he was mean. He smiled and walked towards me.

"Turn around " He whispered, turning me around. His hands travelled through my hair and rested on my head. His fingers entwined with my kohl black long hairs as he untied the thread of mogra blooms, cherishing my long braid. He carefully removed the thread of mogra blooms from my hair, freeing my long kohl black hairs from its hold. He combed my hairs with his fingers, massaging my scalp a little.

I gulped as the sweet anticipation I felt in my body sent trembles around my body. I turned towards my husband as he stared at me with a smug expression his fingers still playing with long hip-length hair.

"I have never seen this thick and long hair. " He whispered caressing my hairs, I felt proud of my hair when he said that. It made me happy. I smiled softly as he stared at my hair and then at me.

"You are beautiful," He said looking straight into my eyes, my stomach flipped as he stepped closer to my little frame compared to his athletic contour.

He slowly bent down and snaked his left arm around my knees picking me up in his arms as if I was a feather. My cheek rested on his chest as heat rushed through my cheeks. I looked down at my blouse designs as he walked towards the bed.

He placed his one knee on the mattress and then placed him softly on the bed, pulling the rope of canopy, he freed the curtains from the hold of the ceiling making them cover us both in their protective shelter. I stared at his black eyes as he lowered himself on me, he held the one hair which was sticking on my lip. Putting it aside, he stared into my eyes, as our breathing met again. 

In the shadows of the lamps, his face was so close to mine that I could smell his sandalwood scent again. He brushed his lips with mine, teasing me. He brushed them again pulling them away as soon as I attempted to gather his touch. I whined in annoyance at his stupid teasing act.

When he tried for the third time, I grabbed his face in my palms and pressed my lips on his. His lips touched mine softly like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale my breath, feel the warmth of my skin, and taste the mahogany of my luscious lips. He took the lead as he pressed his mouth dominantly over me forcing me to part my lips. I parted my lips to give him an entrance, his tongue collided with mine as he sucked my lower lip, soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment.

The heat rose in my cheeks as his tongue touched my tongue, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of them. I never regretted giving in. It was the most sensual thing I ever did.

It was not wrong. He was my husband and I was his wife. It felt nice and warm. He broke the kiss slowly as we both gasped for air. He pressed my back on his chest as my face was titled back to meet his. He stared beautifully at me while I stared calmly at him. 

He brought his lips towards my forehead and kissed me gently putting me into a deep slumber while his strong arms protected me.

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