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Miraadhya

"Did he come back?" I ask the maids who I have been sending to and fro to check for his arrival. I have no idea why he suddenly decided to leave the palace and visit the city. He has already been keeping me on my toes and we are not even married yet.

I huff in frustration as I pace my room in anticipation and worry for his arrival and that's when I hear the voice of a horse and the sound of main gate opening.

He has returned.

I waste no time and rush out to see him, I hastily take my veil and sprint out. Rajaji enters through the gate, my frown deepens seeing him alone, I thought there would be few more men with him.

"Did you go alone?" He suddenly looks up from his deep thought to notice me standing. A lopsided smile covered his lips as he walked towards me.

"Tumi keno eshle?"( In bengali)

"Aap kyu aayi?"

He takes my hand before I could say anything and starts walking.

"Areee tell me first did you go alone?"

"No others went with me I just came back early." He states and I notice we were making a turn towards the private kitchen.

"Did you eat anything?" He asks suddenly and I shake my head, I couldn't eat anything once he left, I was too worried to have an appetite.

"Let me make you something." He simply states and starts looking around him for ingredients.

I tap my feet in impatience and wait for few minutes for him to speak anything and when he starts cutting vegetables instead of speaking I loose my patience.

"What happened in the city?What did they say? What did you tell them?" I fire him with all the bundled up questions and he looks at me as if I grew two heads.

"Calm down Miraadhya. Let's eat first."

I deny him and demand for his attention.
"If you don't answer me I will not even drink water. I am worried sick Rajaji, please just tell me." He must have sensed the desperation in my voice because he stops with his chores and looks at me, his eyes scrunching up in angst. Whatever has happened must have been not good.

"You should stop calling me Rajaji." He remarks and I blink my eyes twice.

"What?" I am very close at snapping at him with all the patience he has been testing.

"I said you should stop—"

"I heard you but why?"

"I will no longer be a Raja so either you call be by my name or find another name."

He casually shrugs his shoulder as if what he just said was something of common knowledge. As if it did not just made my mind go spiral.

"What do you mean you will no longer be a King?" I ask in horror, did the people revolt against him being the king as well? Do they now hate him also?

"Miraadhya is it okay if you don't become the Queen? I know I promised you but if it bothers you then you can tell me."

"What is happening?" I am crying now in fear, why would he speak like this.

"Is it because people don't want me to be the Queen? I don't care about that Rajaji. I don't want any of this if it brings suffering to you."

My cheeks had turned red while my tears would not stop. Maybe This is happening because I am truly a bad omen for him, I have brought anything but pain to him.

"Then let's get married tomorrow."

He walks towards me and wipes away my tears delicately as I try to understand his words.

"Your cheeks turn so red when you cry like this." His lips touch my cheeks feathery and I momentarily close my eyes.

"What has happened?" I ask softly while holding his arms around me, as much as I want to hold him I also want to vent out my frustration on him for not telling me what has happened.

"I want to lead a simple life with you Miraadhya were we start our new phase, were we can live peacefully together and grow a family."

The tenderness in his voice softens me as an image of us together flashes in my mind, I am holding our baby while we look at each other lovingly. It's almost like I want to be transported to that world and I whisper him back.

"I want that too." His hold on my waist tightens, his eyes moving towards my lips as mine does too. An inch closer and our lips touch like a fire being subdued by water.

He doesn't waist time before darting his tongue out nibbling at my entrance before I part them open for him to devour. I don't even realise when he has picked me up and placed me on the kitchen counter.

"Mmmm" I involuntarily moan as his hands swiftly moves under my fabric while I hastily open the threads on his Kurta greedy to touch his skin.

"Ahhh Dheere katiye"

I hiss when he bites my lower lip and a deep growl comes from his chest making me move my legs around him.

"Dheere se hi toh nai hoga humse Miraadhya."

His deep voice reverberates through every part of my body. We move away to catch our heavy breaths and that's when he squishes the flesh around my waist.

"Bahut kamzoor ho app. Aisa chalega toh le nai paaugi hume."

He speaks in words and phrases which is both confusing and erotic to me, the temperature of my body increases and he again captures my lips. I find the exposed skin of his shoulder and chest and I waste no time before feeling his build up chest and his chest hairs.

His big hands finds my breast and a single press it all takes for me to arch my body into his. Today I had worn a blouse which I don't normally do and I internally tapped my head in pride to make this moment last longer.

His hands find my back and he moves away from my lips to see behind me to check how it will open, he notices the multiple threads that were tied up together.

He looks at me, the lust and power in his eyes making my knees weak.
He pulls the string and I feel the string loosing as it opens.

His index finger slowly rakes above to open the second string slowly.

"I like these on you. You should wear them more often."

He remarks as the enjoyment of me being tensed by this frustratingly slow process amuses him greatly.

"Rajaji." A moan escapes when he takes both his hands under my arms and opens the third string while kissing my neck. His lips deviously kisses from the nape of my neck to the front of my chest.

My blouse was considerably loose now, the fabric coming down from my right shoulder and I feel kisses on them right after.

"Aap Bahut khoobsurat hai."

He speaks through his devouring kisses while my blouse merely hanged on my heavy breast aching for his touch.
He could easily put his hands under the fabric to feel them but I am shy to speak such thoughts to him.

But when he doesn't do what I want neither does he continues to open my blouse I grow frustrated and do something that I wouldn't have done before. Maybe I felt too bold today.

I opened the blouse myself taking out the cloth from both my arms and exposing my fully aching breast to them. He takes a sharp intake of breath before cupping me with his huge hands- a perfect size for me.

I sigh in satisfaction as I wrap my arms around his shoulder needing him closer.

"One day I am going to ask you to strip for me Miraadhya. That day you will have to wear a similar blouse with multiple strings. You will open your clothes in front of me while I would watch you."

His words were so filthy yet I enjoyed every letter of it. He kneads my bosom expertly while the image that is created by his words makes me moan at his lips.

"You will do that right?"

His speed increases as he takes one of my legs wrapping it around himself, the contact of our lower body sending shiver down my spine and I nod like a lost puppet.

"Yes" He grinds himself against myself and I keep my hands on his shoulder for support, his both hands on my chest giving them all the attention.

"For what are you saying yes baby?"

His tongue moves in circular motion around my neck so does his hips and I feel a throbbing sensation building up in my lower part.

"I...I will strip for you."

"Good" He grunts.

I am practically panting as I feel myself building up in a familiar place, his hips grinds more rhythmically in a single motion and I feel like I would fall apart.

"Ahhhhhh" He holds my neck with his palm arching me to look at him, I see him staring at me as I come undone in his arms, my legs tingling with the sensation as I feel the vibrations coursing through my entire body.

I fall on his chest, my breaths erratic, his heart beats pounding with mine as I feel the after effects of the pleasure I just had sitting over the kitchen counter.

While I rested on his chest he skilfully tied my blouse back to how it was, tying the knots one by one.

"I would have to take a very cold bathe now."

His speaks after a while when I settle down a bit in his arms, I look at him and then down to see a very prominent bulge visible over his kurta for which I had to take a very sharp intake of my breath.

"Should I....should I do something it?"

I have felt him before but I was unsure of what else could I do, he has seen everything of me but I haven't seen his yet.

"Time will come when you would have to do a lot of things for it to calm down."

His devilish smirk made me gulp loudly, his eyes focused on my neck studying my every movement while my cheeks turn red- again. But this time for a completely different reason.

"Your cheeks have turned red again. I hope you are very pleased." He growls making me hide my face and he gives a hearty laugh making me forget what I was thinking or concerned about few minutes back.

"Dada!!" Raghavendra voice booms in shocking both of us, bringing me to reality and I climb down quickly from the counter, Rajaji helping me quickly to settle in.

"Where the hell are you!" His voice roars through the corridor as we rush out from the kitchen.

Why is Raghav speaking so rudely? I have never heard him this angry before.

When we come to him I see him in complete mess, head slightly bleeding, mud all over his clothes, his heavy angry breaths making me nervous while he stared at his brother dangerously. Raghav looked exactly like his brother in battlefield. The similarities between them now uncanny.

"What happened to your head?" Rajaji rushes to him in concern but Raghav backs off with a look that shocked me.

Resentment.

"What happened Raghav?" I ask him and he snaps his head at my direction in anger.

"Kya hua? Kya hua! Yeh puchne ka haq nai hai aapko rajkumari!"

"Raghav! Zabaan sambhalke"

I stumble back in shock seeing Raghav's evident hostility.

"You didn't tell her?" Raghav asks his brother who himself looked angry and I see him in confusion.

Raghav gives a defeated laugh, tears appearing in his eyes as he looks at me with so many emotions I couldn't decipher but it was breaking my heart.

"Jaanti ho kya kar aaye aapke yeh Rajaji apki Khatri?"

My heart pounds in fear and I keep looking at Rajaji to for him to speak anything but he doesn't.

"Raghav bas!"

He speaks finally and Raghav drops his sword angrily making a clank sound.

"Itni saalo ki viraast, itne saalo ka rajya aapne itni aasani se tyag diya Dada!"

What is he saying?

"Vo bhi ek auraat ke liye!"

The tone of accusation pierces through my body like a sharp knife.

"Raghavendra! Samman se baat karo!"

He huffs in annoyance but tries to calm down while I hold Rajaji's hand with my trembling once.

"Kya Bol rahe hai Raghav? Kya tyag karke aaye hai?" His head drops not meeting mine.

"Apna pad, apna maan, apna astitva tyag karke aaye hai! Apna raajpaat tyag karke aaye hai! Bhari praja ko yeh kehkar aaye hai ki yeh aab unke Maharaj nai!"

Raghav shouts, his voice echoing through the walls making my ears ring.
Is this why he said he is no longer the king? He himself sacrificed his kingship?

Oh god! What has he done?

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I believe Raghavendra's anger is justified- he has been hurt by his brother's decision.