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Trishalini POV

I had never felt happier than this before.

The Kingdom was shining bright with decorations, people, and happiness; suddenly, I felt like the happiest person in the World.

Life was back to where it was and a thousand times better.

The misunderstandings had cleared, the conversations had begun, the tease was back, and Abhi was finally at peace.

Yash and Harsh soaked the guilt of his father's death. The need to prove himself worthy had been fulfilled in these six years of our marriage. The new laws had proven to be better. Initially, the Kingdom faced some scarcity, but slowly, the profits began to appear.

The staff was loyal and happier.

"Trisha,"

I immediately turned around to find him walking in. All the attendees took a step back.

"You are not ready yet?" he asked, and I looked back at the toe rings I was sliding in.

"Just a little more time. Yash and Harsh were playing and not getting ready. So, I had to interrupt," I explained and felt him taking the steps closer to me.

Nandani Jiji's Pehli Pihar and his victory Pooja were done. Now was the time to celebrate and feast.

I needed to change into fresh attire as the one I wore for the Pooja was ancestral and sacred.

"Ekaant,"

"Privacy," he said, and my hands froze on my toes. Sitting on the chair, I had my feet over the small stool. And, noticing the attendees walk out of the dressing room, I straightened up.

The door closed, and I could not help but remember the intense, heated night we could not spend together.

"Um, why are you here?" I asked, rising from the chair, noticing him through the mirror's reflection. He was still in his white kurta, the soft curls of his hair falling over his forehead hid his tilak a little, and his eyes dark with intensity.

Approaching closer, he shook his head and pulled the chair aside.

"I just wanted to check on you," he stopped, and I felt his hand on the side of my waist, slowly curling around. "And to tell you how beautiful you look in this," he added, stepping closer.

My heart skipped a beat as I felt his warm chest against my back. I smiled, lowering my gaze and pretending to take my bangles off.

"Thank you," I breathed. His other hand curled around my waist, too, and leaned into the side of my neck.

"I love you so much," he whispered, and I felt my head tilt sidewards as he kissed my cheek.

My jewelry tickled, and I touched his tied ones over my belly.

"Abhi, hume vastra badalne hai, koi aa jaega,"

"Abhi, I need to change; someone will walk in," I said softly. He looked into my eyes through the mirror. The dark lashes stared at my face, and suddenly, I smiled.

"You look beautiful today," I said, and he gently pulled back and held my hand as he turned me around to face him.

"Did anyone say anything to you?" he asked, and I knit my brows, shaking my head.

"No— why?" I asked, and he pulled me closer, cupped my cheek gently to brush his thumb beside my lips, and thinned his brows.

"The former King of Singarh was in the Pooja, too, and I found him staring at you," he said, and I smiled a little.

"That's okay. He might be pissed off after what happened. And, maybe, wondering how beautiful his Queen looks," I said, and he stepped closer.

"No one stares at my wife," he whispered coldly, and my smile shrunk.

"I know," I muttered, and suddenly, he leaned in to peck on my lips. Our lips touched for a mere moment before he breathed, "Let me help you change,"

I was fasting.

My heart tightened, and I looked into his eyes. "You? I mean, how can you? You are the Samrat. And everyone's in the Kingdom. Harsh and Yash might walk in at any moment," I tried to say, but he gulped while staring into my eyes.

"I asked Yash and Harsh to watch everyone, along with Ashwin. So, they are busy being Princes," he said, and a tiny smile dared to appear on my lips.

"How smart," I complimented, feeling his fingers slipping around my waist and gently pulling me closer.

"You underestimated me, not I," he muttered, and I giggled softly, feeling his fingers pulling my tucked dupatta.

"Pata nahi, shayad samay hi kuch esa raha hamare liye ki ek doosre ko ache se jaanne ka awsar hi nahi mila,"

"I don't know; maybe it was just the time that wasn't in our favor, and we never got to truly understand each other," I said and caressed his cheek gently.

"I do not need you to understand me, Trisha. I know you enough; all I want is for you never to look away from me. I will manage the rest," he whispered and gently pulled me closer.

"Pata hai, Abhi, humne bahut socha jo bhi hua uske baare me. Hum pehle dost bane, fir anjaan ban gaye, fir premi bane, parantu chand dino me anjaan ban gaye, fir Raja Rani bane, fir anjaan ban gaye, fir Maa Baap bane or fir anjaan ban gaye. Esa lag raha hai patani samay galat tha, ya hamara saath galat tha?"

"You know, Abhi, I've thought a lot about everything that happened. We first became friends, then strangers, then lovers, but in a few days, we turned into strangers again. We became king and queen, then strangers once more. Then, we became parents, only to drift apart again. Was it the wrong time, or were we just not meant to be together?" I muttered, and he brought his hand closer to my cheek.

"Trisha, much galat nahi tha, sab sahi tha, tum bass galat nazariye se dekh rahi ho. Hum dost bane, alag hue kyuki dost bankar rehna bhot mushkil ho raha tha, or use badhkar kuch bane ki himmat nahi thi. Fir mile, lade ek doosre se, prem hona shuru hi hua tha ki, Raja Raani banna pada, lekin saath rahe, ek doosre ko kese bhi karke sambhal liya, kabhi tumne, kabhi humne, fir Maa Baap bane, or pyaar ho gaya, do se char ho gaye, or pass aa gaye, par fir Baapusa ke jaane ke baad, apni apni nayi jindagi me laut gaye, hum inke jaane ke dukh me, or aap bacho or parivaar me, magar saath to rahe, pata to tha ki pyaar to ek doosre se hi, magar roz roz jataya nahi jaa sakta. Fir haadsa ho gaya,... usne apne nishaan hum dono ke dilo par chhod diye, par ladayi to ek doosre ke liye hi thi. Aapko hume surakshit rakhna tha or hume aapko. Hum to kabhi anjaan bane hi nahi, Trisha. Bass roz roz pyaar nahi jataya,"

"Trisha, nothing was wrong. Everything was right; you're just seeing it from a different perspective. We became friends and drifted apart because it was hard to just stay friends, and there wasn't yet the courage for more. Then we met again, fought with each other, and just as love was starting to bloom, we had to become king and queen. But we stayed together, somehow supporting one another — sometimes you held me up, sometimes I did. Then we became parents, and love blossomed. We went from two to four and grew closer. But after Baapusa passed away, we both went back to our new lives — I, in my grief, and you, with the kids and family. But we still stayed together, knowing deep down that our love was always for each other, even if it couldn't be expressed daily. Then the tragedy happened... it left its scars on both of our hearts. But even in that, the fight was for each other. You needed to keep me safe, and I needed to keep you safe. We never truly became strangers, Trisha. It's just that love wasn't always expressed every single day," he said, and a comforting smile appeared on my face.

Pulling me closer, he hugged me and kissed my head.

"And why are you thinking about it so much? It had happened, and just be happy. I always wanted you to be happy ever since I laid my eyes on you," he said, and I closed my eyes.

I felt his fingers gently caressing my back before he cupped my cheek and made me look into his eyes.

Leaning in closer, he kissed my forehead and whispered.

"Just be mine, always. I can bear all this pain again and again if it brings you back into my life again and again," his soft voice calmed me down, and I inhaled deeply before smiling wide.

Turning around, I looked over the table and picked up the rings.

"Pata hai, Maasa or Daadisa bhi keh rahi thi hum bahut ache lag rahe the. Vo hamesha hamari bhot tareef karti hai. Matlab, aapse vivah ke baad hume unhone kabhi ehsaas hi nahi hone diye ki hum... anaath the or hai,"

"You know, Maasa and Daadisa were also saying that I looked really good. They always praise me a lot. I mean, ever since I married you, they never made me feel like I was ...an orphan and still am," I said, and suddenly Abhi hugged me tightly from behind.

"You are so strong, Trisha," he whispered, and I smiled, pulling the ancestral ring out of my finger and replacing it with another. It was from the same jewelry set he bought for me from his share.

"I never was, Abhi. I only became stronger for you," I muttered, and he kissed my neck.

The marks of his lovebites were faded now. It had been a week since that night.

"Trisha," he muttered, and I looked up into his eyes, which were smiling wide.

"Ji," I spoke softly and found his fingers pushing the dupatta aside slowly.

"I noticed a few marks that day," he said, and I smiled, taking his fingers below my navel.

"You have not noticed before what your babies did to my body?" I asked, and he thinned his brows.

"You know how carefully I look at you," he muttered and drew his fingers over the slight stretch marks below my navel. I had pushed my skirt's band a little low.

"Yeah, I noticed when you slapped my back," I whispered, and he smiled.

"That was purely primal instinct. I was absolutely out of my mind and control," he muttered. Slowly, he pushed the dupatta down my shoulder and untucked its other side as well.

Keeping it on the chair, he looked back at me.

"You hated it?" he asked, touching my hair and kissing my shoulder.

I bit on my lower lip, pulling my hair in front slowly.

"Hate is a strong word for what I felt. It felt... good," I muttered, and he smiled, wrapping his strong arms around me.

My waist felt smaller than his arms and the size of his palm.

"You know," he gulped and looked slightly scarred in my eyes, "I heard from someone that women like it rough as well. I mean, something can make them feel the pain," he said, and I lowered my gaze, unable to restrain myself from recalling that intense night.

The way he kept himself inside me, unmoved, caged, for a moment, I felt I would die.

"I cannot say anything about that because you never made me feel that," I said, and he smiled, kissing my cheek.

"And what about what you want?" he asked, brushing his fingers around my waist and crawling them slowly up towards my blouse's strings.

A giggle escaped.

"Abhi, this is the ancestral outfit. Your mother, Daadisa, and their ancestors have worn it," I whispered, and he whispered in my ear.

"That's why I am taking it off with care. I do not think any attendees can do that," he said, and I smiled, feeling his fingers curling around the string and pulling it slowly.

My smile shrunk as the blouse loosened over my chest. It only had a string.

"Abhi, someone might walk in," I tried to warn him again and felt the shoulder of my blouse slipping down.

Our gaze met through the mirror, and suddenly, he stuck his tongue out and licked my shoulder before kissing it.

A soft smile appeared on my lips as he fisted his hand on my blouse and slowly pulled it low.

"Abhi koi aa jaega, hume dar lag raha hai,"

"Abhi, someone might walk in; I am feeling scared," I tried to say, and the moment fabric lowered down my bosom, revealing my dark and bigger nipples, I shrunk in his arms and lowered my gaze.

His hands seemed bigger. The trimmed fingernails, the slight hair on his fingers, and the way he placed his index finger on my breast, "I love this mole here," my gaze fluttered.

His complexion was slightly darker than me, something I always loved.

Stripping the blouse low, he bent his face forward and reached my collarbones, leaving loving kisses. My bangles tickled as he pulled the blouse off and kept it on the chair.

"Your skin glows under candlelight," he breathed, and I looked up to see his lips kissing my neck while his hands cupped my naked breast.

The way they fit perfectly in his hand, I could not help but feel the wetness between my legs.

"I love them. I feel so jealous whenever you feed kids in front of me," he whispered, and I smiled.

"But that's theirs," I replied in a soft voice.

"You are mine," he breathed, bringing his lips closer to mine. Pressing his lips against mine, he crushed my breast in his hand. A deep, trembling moan escaped my lips, and I immediately shut my eyes closed.

My nipples hardened, and he pulled his lips back.

"Abhi, it's risky right now. The guests are here in the Kingdom," I whispered over his lips when he pushed his hand down to my skirt's band.

"Please, I want you, Trisha. I want you so much. I am dying," he breathed, and I gulped, kissing him softly.

A wave of shiver ran through my body when he pulled the skirt's string and pushed his finger inside the skirt band to loosen it.

"Abhi, I am feeling shy," I whispered over his lips. They trembled a little.

Many things had happened between us, but not like this, not in this kind of brightness.

"It's just me. Your husband, Abhinandan," he muttered, and I immediately pressed my lips against his. My neck ached a little to be stretched tall to meet his height and be sidewards for this long.

The skirt moved past my hips, falling to my feet.

I stood just in the red petticoat, and he lifted his gaze to look at me through the mirror.

My body felt a deep shiver.

I was adorned with all the jewelry except my nose ring and necklace, which I removed before he arrived.

I looked so small in front of him.

And, the way he looked at me from top to bottom, I shrunk into him. I felt timid seeing my breast jiggle even with the slightest move. Suddenly, the floor felt cold beneath my bare feet.

Suddenly, he turned his face from the mirror to me, and before I could say anything, he lifted me in his arms.

I pressed my chest into his and hid my face. My hair flowed free.

My fingers clutched his shoulder, and when he opened the door to step out of the dressing room, I closed my eyes with slight fear.

I did not want to be watched by anyone. Not even a ghost.

Opening my eyes, I noticed him taking me towards the bed.

As he climbed the stairs, I rolled my toes.

This felt illegal. The whole Kingdom must have been waiting for us to join them. The celebration and feast were awaiting us, and we were the King and Queen.

This was straight-forward disrespect.

He parted the curtains, and the moment we were under the layers of curtains, I felt a sudden warmth and calmness.

Putting his knee up, he laid me down on the bed under him. My legs were still hooked beside his waist.

"Hume samay se utsav me pohuchna chahiye, Abhi,"

"We should go to the celebration on time, Abhi," I tried to mutter, but he leaned in closer to my lips and kissed me softly.

My lashes were forced closed momentarily before he pulled an inch back and breathed.

"Can we just be Abhi and Trisha for now?" he asked, and I lowered my gaze to his beautiful lips and nodded slowly.

"Okay," I whispered and tilted my face slightly to press my lips upon his. Parting my lips, I sucked on his and felt his hand slipping down to my petticoat's strings.

My breath hitched momentarily when he pulled it open and pushed it low.

The moment it passed through my feet, my anklets tinkled, and it fell.

His hand touched my toes, his fingers cupped my toe rings, and the moment he gently pressed it tight, a moan escaped my lips, and I looked into his eyes.

I rolled my toes, and he smiled a little before brushing his fingers on my ankles, tickling them.

His hand cupped my ankles and glided his hand up, caressing my calf and gently caressing my thighs.

And, suddenly, he lifted me through the small of my back and shifted me slightly upwards. His face was now near my belly.

I pressed my thighs closer, and the way my stomach was heaving up and down, I could feel his stare intensifying there.

I got cleaned just three days ago.

Slowly, he leaned into my belly and kissed where I had a little bit of stretch marks. My heavy waist chain tickled as he brought his hand near the side of my waist to cup it.

"You look even more attractive after giving birth to children, Trisha," he whispered over my waist and leaned to kiss my stomach.

"Of course, because they are your children," I replied, and he smiled, looking up.

The way his lips tugged up with a pride smile made my heart skip a beat.

"Open your legs," he ordered, and I pressed my thighs even tighter.

"Are you mad? I bathed in the morning. It would be awful," I tried to say, putting my hand over my core to hide it.

My bangles tickled, and he leaned in to kiss my bangles and muttered.

"Only for a bit," he requested, and I shook my head.

"Come here, you can suck my lips," I said, placing my fingers on his chin, and he bit on my fingers before muttering.

"Please, Trisha," his voice came soft and slow, and I gulped while pulling my legs apart a little. My one leg was still tugged beside his waist, and I pulled the other side, pushing my toes on the mattress.

He smiled and took his mouth closer to my core. I pressed my lips together, and the moment he pulled his tongue out and licked me, I looked away.

My cheek warmed up in no moments as he pressed his lips on my dark skin. Taking it into his mouth, he began to suck slowly.

"Anhhhh, Abhi, what are you doing?" I cried out slowly as my whole body shivered.

"I love sucking you here," he breathed and shifted between my legs. My legs parted wide as he pressed his mouth between my legs.

My whole body trembled. My fingers shook, and the moment I shivered, unable to cope with the sensations running through my body, my jewelry tickled.

A soothing and electrifying noise erupted from them, and he looked up into my eyes.

My mouth was open wide, still in shock and disbelief.

But, the shock, disbelief stayed only for a moment, as he placed his hands on my breast and cupped them while sucking me hard.

My hands clutched his wrist and his hair.

"Anhhhhhhh," a loud moan tore free as he sucked me slightly harsher. My whole lower belly shivered, my heart beat ragged to minimal, and my body arched a little.

"Abhiii, Ahhh, come here, ahhh," I moaned out and but he kept sucking me as if his life depended on it.

And it was sucking the life out of my body.

I closed my eyes and turned my face to the side, pressing my overly loud mouth into the mattress, and just before, I thought I could not take it anymore.

He pulled back.

I immediately pressed my hand against my core, fisting on my skin.

It felt needy all of a sudden.

Coming upwards, he kissed my belly and brought his lips to my neck. My jhumkis tickled as he cupped my cheek and turned my face to make me look at him.

"What happened?" he asked, bringing his lips closer to mine, and kissed me gently.

My legs opened wide, pulling him between me while my fingers grabbed his biceps to pull him closer.

My mind went insane as I pulled my face up and pressed my lips against him.

"Why do you torture me like this? Hn," I asked, "Were those five years not enough to fulfill your wishes?" I asked, and he bit on his lips while pulling back.

He sat between my legs to take his kurta off, and I immediately sat up too, to pull the strings and roll it up.

My gaze landed on his abs, my possession.

I pressed my lips on abs and kissed him softly and slowly and impatiently. His hand pushed my hair aside, and I gulped, noticing his harness poking through his lower.

Gliding my fingers down, I took my trembling fingers closer to his lower's band and pulled the strings to unfasten it.

"Trisha," he called out in a slow voice, and I remembered the time when my friend told me something about sucking the man.

I wondered how he would feel.

"Abhi," I muttered and looked up into his eyes.

His gaze was soft, and he immediately leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back and whispered in his mouth.

"Do you mind if I... try something?" I asked, and he knit brows.

"What?" he asked, and I lowered my gaze to his lower and placed my hand on his manhood through the fabric.

"Just something," I whispered, and he nodded in confusion.

Pushing his shoulder away, I straightened him and pulled his lower down. He was hard, long, thick, and the mere thought of sliding it in my mouth made my throat dry.

His eyes seemed hintless, and I slowly cupped his length.

His lips parted a little, and the moment I took my mouth closer to it, he pulled back, cupping my cheek.

"Oh my love, what are you doing?" he asked, looking into my eyes.

A tint of shame and respect bubbled up in his.

"Nothing," I whispered, and he gulped, "Trust me," I added, and he nodded.

Pulling his waist closer to my mouth, I cupped him again and looked into his eyes. He blinked rapidly and closed his eyes the moment I licked the head of his length.

It felt soft, warmer than any part of his body.

"Trisha, you should not. You are my life; you are my soul," he muttered, and I noticed slight tears in his eyes as I parted my lips and took it in.

He closed his eyes, and I felt him suck in his stomach before he lost a little of his balance but quickly recovered.

I pulled back and stood on my knees to place my hand on his chest and lay him back. He kept staring into my eyes.

"I do not think anyone does that, Trisha," he whispered, and I bit on me before he laid back on the pile of pillows, half-sat.

"Come here, let me love you," he said, holding my arms. I gently pulled back and pushed him back to keep lying.

"Yes, after a while," I whispered and lay down on my stomach and placed my chest on his parted thighs. Lifting my face, I cupped his length and began to take it in again.

His fingers trembled, but he pushed the hair away from my face, and the moment I felt it reach my neck. He twitched a little, and his other hand fisted the bedsheet.

"Arghh," a slow groan escaped his lips, filling me with confidence. It was working.

And, the way he looked at me, with those soft, melted eyes, I could not help but pull back a little and take it in again.

I could only take two inches in; the other six were still outside.

Suddenly, I gagged, and a few threads of my saliva rolled out on his length.

He immediately brushed my lips, gently caressing them with love.

"Come here, that's enough," he muttered, and I shook my head to take it again, and this time, he inhaled deeply. His lips parted wide, and the way he stretched my mouth open wide, I couldn't help but feel my skin hurt a little.

"Arrrghhh, Trisha, you are killing me, I swear, this is too much," he groaned out in uneven breathes and slow voice, and I pulled back.

I did not know why tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Are you hurt?" he immediately asked, sitting up and pulling me closer.

My saliva trailed down to my neck, and I shook my head.

"No," I whispered, and he immediately pressed his lips against mine and pulled me in his lap.

The way his wet and warm length rubbed against me, I could not help but feel out of the world.

The urge in me peaked, getting out of control. I took my hand between us, cupped his length, placed the tip on the place, and sat down.

My skin stretched, my eyes rolled back, and a soft moan escaped my lips. My hair fell backward, and he inhaled sharply as I tried to take it full.

It did not hurt.

It felt so good.

Gently, he encircled my waist with his one hand and pulled my legs to have them wrapped around his waist.

A soft cry escaped my lips as I hung on it, and it hit something deeper inside me.

I rolled my toes, and slowly, he placed his other hand on my hips and began to move me up and down.

Our chests pressed against each other, and I opened my eyes to look into his. Our noses brushed against each other. My hair spread wide and covered a little bit of his face.

"You look so beautiful, Trisha," he whispered, kissing me, and I kissed him back.

"A little faster, Abhi," I requested, feeling an uneasiness building in my core. He moved a little faster, and I arched my head back.

He pressed his lips into my neck, and I fisted on his hair, trying to pull him back.

My whole body burnt for release, and noticing my struggle, he grabbed my hands and twisted them behind me before clutching them with one hand.

His other cupped my neck and looked into my eyes.

My body moved in sync, and the way a slight ache built in me through my caged hands, unmoved legs, and hanging back, I shook with a strong release.

My whole body trembled, and he immediately left my hand and hugged me tightly. I shivered, visible with some aftershocks, and he asked, whispering in my ear.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded, kissing his cheek.

I felt tired, and suddenly, he put me down on the bed under him.

Pushing his hand under my head, he held my hair in one place and slowly began to move again.

His gaze pierced into mine, asking, "Does this break your fast?"

My eyes widened as I remembered I was fasting. I immediately tried to push him away, but he chuckled and came closer.

"Abhi, this is wrong," I whispered, and he came closer to kiss my lips.

Sucking my lips, he did not let me speak anything further and took my hand to pin it over my hand.

Pulling back, he looked into my eyes and intertwined our fingers.

"You are all mine, Trishalini," he breathed, kissing my forehead.

"Anh," I moaned as he pushed himself deeper.

"You were always mine, ever since I saw you throwing that dirty water on me," he whispered, and I pressed my toes on the mattress.

"You were just sixteen, Abhi. How did you know?" I asked, and he looked into my eyes.

"Because you are the first and last girl whom I saw for more than a moment. Whenever I see you, my gaze just stuck, and I feel like I keep watching you," he muttered, and I bit on my lips, trying to compress my moan.

His hips ground into me slowly.

"And, watch me like this, too. Naked and helpless under you, serving you when your Kingdom awaits you," I asked, and he kissed my lips softly.

"You are serving me, my love. We finally have our moment, making love," he breathed, "I realized that the Kingdom and its chaos would never end; it is me and you who need to put in effort for us. Responsibilities are not everything, love is precious," he muttered, and I smiled.

"Ahhh, Abhi, you are going deep," I fluttered my gaze between his eyes and lips, and he parted his lips while pushing himself even deeper, causing me to cry out.

"Annhhhhhh, Abhi, it's too much," my throat ran dry.

He tightened his hold on my hand and kept pushing himself harder. I rolled my toes, and my whole body trembled.

My fingers fisted on the bedsheet, pulling it, and he groaned into my mouth.

"Arghhhhhhh, fuck," he cursed, and my lashes were forced closed.

My eyes tore up with the uncontrollable depth and struggle.

"Abhi, please, pleaseeeee, ahhhhh, it's way too deep," I cried out in a low voice as he kept thrusting and penetrating me slowly to a point where he never reached.

He filled me deep, and tears rolled down my cheek.

Leaning in, he kissed my cheek, kissing that tear, and gently pulled back before sliding in. A soft moan escaped, and I shivered like anything. Visibly.

My whole jewelry tingled.

"I love you so much. And I love doing this to you now; I do not know why," he whispered, and I looked into his eyes.

"Are you the same Abhi who fainted because I cried out?" I asked in a low whisper, and he kissed my lips.

"Yes, but now I can when you are actually hurt and when you are enjoying," he muttered, and I smiled, blushing hard.

"You are not a baby, Abhi; you are big and heavy," I whispered, referring to the way he was having me caged under him, not even being able to move my legs or straighten them.

"And, tell me you do not like it that way?" he asked, and I gulped, biting on my lips.

"You have ruined me. If you had not come into my life, I would have become a sage," I said, and he leaned in to kiss me.

"You were a sage, but I made you this for me. I wanted someone precious," he whispered, and I wrapped my free hand around him and gently caressed his back, feeling the slow grinding, the rubbing, and the feeling of him inside.

"Or maybe you were a boy, and I made you this for me; I wanted someone like you," I said, and he smiled.

"Whatever you want, my Queen," he whispered and kept grinding until I reached another release.

My body shivered, and I whispered.

"Abhi, my legs are hurting,"

He kissed my lips and pulled back to move my legs to one side, pressing my thighs together and leaning over me again.

The way he felt inside me changed. It felt insanely better.

"Okay now?" he asked, and I moaned.

"Ahhh, yesssss,"

Cupping my cheek, he looked into my eyes and suddenly began to move himself faster and harder. My whole body trembled, and I fisted on his wrist and the bedsheet.

"Anhhhh," my moans tore free, and suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.

I shivered, but he came closer and pressed his lips against mine.

"Maasa, Daadisa or Badi Daadisa are calling you. You are not reading yet?" I heard Yash's voice, and I went insane, feeling him.

It felt so difficult to compress them, so suddenly, Abhi placed his hand on my mouth and looked into my eyes.

I stretched my feet and closed my eyes, and suddenly, he pulled out and groaned hard.

"Arrghhhhhhh," his voice filled the chamber, and I immediately pressed my hand on his mouth.

"Maasa, are you there?" Harsh asked, and Abhi's voice ruffled against my hand before he calmed down.

His wetness dripped down my thighs. He did not realize inside and lay beside me, pulling his hand away from me.

"Maasa," Yash called again, and I gulped, closing my eyes for a moment.

"Yes, beta?" I asked, trying to sound normal.

"Daadisa is calling you," he informed me, and I replied, looking at Abhi.

"Okay, tell her I will be there in some time," I said, and Harsh replied, "Okay,"

Picking my petticoat up from the floor, I cleaned my thigh and looked at him, catching his breath.

I smiled, noticing the sweat beads on his body and his smudged tilak.

Shifting closer to him, I laid on his chest and gently pushed his hair aside before kissing his forehead.

"Are you okay? I am sorry for covering your mouth," he muttered, wrapping his arm around me and teasingly gliding it down to my hips and squeezing them.

I was caught slightly off-guard but did not react.

"I think we should quickly take a bath," I said, referring to our condition.

"We do not have time," he said and kissed my forehead.

"The dinner would not start if we did not go there," he said, and I chuckled.

"But, your forehead, your tilak is smudged, and anyone can guess what would have happened to it," I said, and he smiled.

"Does it look bad?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"I mean, not to me; it screams my possession on you," I said and sat up and kissed my cheek.

"Then, let it stay how it is, no one can guess. People are not that smart or into our lives," he muttered, and I smiled.

"Come on, let me get you dressed," he said, and I immediately pulled the blanket to wrap around me. He grabbed his lower to wear it back.

Picking me up in his arms, he took me back into the dressing room, and I giggled.

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