Kaampilya, Paanchaal

"You didn't tell me yet. . . how am I supposed to love you, Krishnaa?"

Draupadi felt a stream of acute goosebumps erupting as his lips brushed against her knuckles; teasing, yet with a hint of tenderness that made her stomach somersault. Her heart closed towards her throat with the raspy whisper that made her heart thud faster, her eyes widened, and her lips parted. 

Arjun peered at her slowly with the curl on the corner of his lips, intaking her barely moving form.

He leaned gradually, his knuckles caressing past her cheek to push a few strands of hair behind her ear. She sucked in a deep breath, her lashes blinking down as if broken from the trance, "That. . .I-", her cheeks immediately changed color. 

"Hmmm?" Arjun raised a brow playfully. He bit the corner of his lips, spotting her fingers finding their way to the edge of her saree to twirl it, "Who-who asks such questions. . .?" Her lips barely moved as she trailed off, her cheeks turning hotter.

"Why? Am I not supposed to know?" He tilted his head slightly. 

Draupadi looked down at her lap and twirled the edge of her saree, biting her lower lip. 

"Didn't you ever think about it?" 

"Think about what?" She pretended naivety, quickly responding.

"This. . . about how your husband is supposed to love you?" Arjun tried to suppress a chuckle, seeing the priceless look on her face. 

"Huh. . . wh-who the hell thinks about all this?" Her cheeks were achingly hot by now, as she tried to free her palm again, which somehow or other always found its way into his.

"How am I supposed to believe it when you were the one who started it?" Arjun smirked slightly, half-leaning on the bed, resting against his arm. His innocent wife was extremely flustered, and he was loving every moment of it. Draupadi bit on her lower lip and looked down at her fingers rolling the edge of her garment as if it were the only thing that existed.

Only if she knew that trying to trick Arjun would cost her rather more, she would've happily let him win.

"You never thought what would happen once you're alone with your husband?" 

She opened her mouth to say something to keep her dignity, but closed it the moment her husband burst out laughing. 

Arjun threw back his head and laughed, having a slight slur from the intoxication earlier, as Draupadi stared at him in disbelief, and he couldn't help but laugh more. She blinked and looked around slightly, probably reminiscing about the number of times she fell for his teasing. 

And looking the most adorable as ever. 

His laughter died into intermittent chuckles, and by now he could feel a haze that was clouding his mind. He had not forgotten the feel of having her that close. . . yet not able to kiss her. 

And the way she looked at his lips, the flicker of desire that was swept away by bashfulness, the very next moment. 

He chuckled a bit more in befuddlement as he reached out and suddenly stroked her cheek with his thumb, making her flinch and gaze back at him. 

The last time he remembered touching something that soft was probably the petals of a blue lotus. It was hotter than he had expected, all thanks to his endless teasing, but all he could think of was how his lips would feel grazing against the warm blush. Her lashes fell slightly as he pushed aside her dark locks languidly, almost caressing them.

He giggled, "You're so. . . you're so damn adorable Krishnaa!" 

Arjun watched her blink and look up at him again, and this time she didn't look away in embarassment. There was surprise, yet her eyes flickered with the softness of maidenhood at his sudden compliment. She appeared even more innocent, staring at him like she didn't have a hint of how insane she had driven him even before he met her. 

He hid his smile by biting on his lower lip, as his fingers undid the string of jasmine garland that was wrapped around her dark locks, and the next moment it cascaded down in breathtaking curls till her hips, making her gasp slightly.

 He watched her flustered again, her hand going up to brush away her curls, but Arjun clicked his tongue and caught her hand immediately, leaning back with a lopsided smirk to admire.

The blush on her cheeks deepened till her neck once again, as she looked away with her lashes lowered, the tangerine glow emanating from the fire lamps offered a beautiful gleam along the curve of her dark shoulder. Her blue black curls appeared dismantled because of being let down so abruptly, yet they spluttered elegantly, touching the bed. 

 "So evident why the entire world was ready to fight for you. . ." 

"And perhaps I alone, against them for you," He murmured, but clearly enough to have her hear. She pursed her lips the next moment, and his fingers that had reached to caress her cheek could feel her exhale raggedly. He sat up slowly, letting out a deep breath as his thumb slid across her soft, velvety lower lip.

And this time, she didn't flinch. 

Arjun stroked her lips tenderly, almost as if he was touching the petals of roses. And they, in fact, were no less than that. Her eyes were still closed, her lashes appeared curled and longer, almost touching above her cheekbones. He dragged in a deeper breath, leaning forward to quietly brush his lips against hers, making her breath hitch immediately. He allowed himself to linger for some time, letting her feel, before moving away. 

He saw her flutter her eyes open and gaze at him, her lips slightly parted, but this time, there wasn't any hesitation. Awe swirled in her huge eyes. Arjun let his fingers curve over the smooth expanse of her neck, brushing the tip of his nose with hers as he leaned in to capture her upper lip gently, swallowing a soft gasp. 

Her lips were soft, softer than anything he had ever felt. It was something very feminine that felt against his own, of maidenhood tenderness that he had half expected. He let go after a while, half-heartedly, his own lips tingling for more, laced with the sweetness of her tint.

Draupadi looked at him again, her breath quickening. Her eyes no longer held bashfulness, but a flicker of daze, curiosity, and perhaps, thirst for more. Arjun went over to quickly nibble her lip and let it go, and this time she hummed back in return, addicted, wrapping her arms around his neck to lean closer. 

He did not kiss her yet, but started teasing by giving quick, abrupt sucks to her lips. He felt her fingers fisting over his angavastra edgily, almost like agitating her fire that struck with his lightning.

He quickly left her lips once again and leaned back, smirking teasingly. Her brows by now were narrowed in annoyance, peering at him as accusingly as she could. Her face was flushed redder than the rose that spread all over her cheeks, nose, and neck as she panted heavily as if the fire itself painted her for him.

Arjun chuckled softly, realizing he had gone overboard. But before he could do anything, he felt her lips claiming his almost fiercely. He hummed raspily in desire as he felt her all over him possessively, as if her fire would engulf him all over, and he, like a mad lover, would burn willingly. 

Her grip over his garments exasperated, making him lean back against the bed, his arm instinctively girdling around her waist.

Oh God. . . he was dying for this moment. 

He was loving it. Loving every moment of it, playing with the fire that was in its passionate vehemence. He could feel the burn, the flames, the heat, and the smoke of the fireborn that had been dormant, as she almost chewed on his lips in anguish, punishing him. 

Probably punishing him for every moment he had teased her. 

Arjun felt his lips tinging painfully, invoking the tempest within him. He stroked her cheek fervently, leaning forward to kiss her back. Her hair tangled in his fingers as he tried to move his against hers, drinking the nectar hidden beneath the fire.

 Unlike her fierceness, he kissed her with a soothing passion of forgiveness. 

He could feel her being taken aback as her grip of him loosened abruptly, but he held onto her, kissing her like the ocean would engulf the shores. Arjun caressed her cheek, her neck, her dark locks of hair as reverently as he could, making her soften in his arms. 

She had stopped pressing on his lips by now, rather moulding against the way he wished to.

Arjun kissed her deeply as he leaned against his arms, as if almost floating against his salving passion.

He lowered her gradually onto the bed, not breaking the kiss until she hit the soft mattress. 

"Goodness me. . ." He panted heavily as he left her lips at last, heaving as he fluttered his eyes open slowly.

But within the next moment, he found his wife flipped on the other side and curled up, hiding her face with one hand and heaving slightly.

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A/N

🌚🌚🌚🌚🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥. . .

BTW, in Kamasutra it says that whenever your husband teases you much, you must punish him 🌚🔥.

Signing off for today!

Nushkie