Page 126 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

It felt like I was back in our chamber, caged under him, with his hand around my neck and him deep inside me. My breathing hitched, goosebumps covered my skin, and heat surged through my body. The memory alone was torturous.

“Nandani?” My mother’s voice pulled me back, and I blinked, exhaling shakily. What’s happening to me?

“Maasa…” I tried to speak, but my voice hung in my throat. My grandmother narrowed her eyes, her voice firm.

“Ruk kyun gayi, Nandani? Gale milo apni Maasa se,”(Why did you stop? Go hug your mother.)

I nervously shook my head and sucked in a deep breath, closing my parted mouth. I stepped forward to meet my mother as the sensations slowly subsided.

Taking each step with extreme care, I spread my arms to hug my mother.

I didn't know why, but I wanted Rudra even more. I craved his touch, his smell, his hand around me, his lips everywhere on my body—him all over me.

“Are you okay?” My mother’s voice pulled me out of my daze, and I nodded immediately.

“Ji... Ji Maasa, I’m perfectly fine,” I said, with a smile plastered on my face. I had to do it. I couldn’t end up letting everyone know what kind of kinks my husband had.

“Are you sick, Nandani?” My father asked, and I turned to him. Looking at his face, I lowered my lashes, embarrassed.

“No...n...nooo...no, Baapusa. I’m okay,” I responded. Why did everyone ask me about my condition? Was it so obvious on my face?

“Aao Nandani, andar chalo,”(Come inside, Nandani), my grandmother said, holding my hand.

“Tumhara swasthya to theek hai na, Nandani? Din to nahi chad rahe?”(Are you feeling okay, Nandani... is it early pregnancy?) she asked on our way to her chamber.

I quickly shook my head, looking at her softly.

How could I possibly tell her what I was truly feeling right now? And if she somehow figured it out, what would she think of me?

“Ahh…” Just the thought sent another jolt of sensation through me, and I immediately lowered my gaze to hide it.

“You must freshen up. We’ll talk at dinner,” my father said suddenly, and I turned to him.

“Pranam, Baapusa,” I greeted. He stepped forward and gently kissed my head. I smiled.“How are you, Baapusa?” I asked, and he pulled me into an affectionate hug.

He stroked my hair softly and spoke in an emotional tone,“How does one feel when both pieces of their heart are far away, Nandani?”

I smiled faintly. Honestly, I wasn’t in a state to handle emotional talks at the time. My body was overwhelmed with a very different kind of emotion.

Still, I managed to say,“Everything will be alright soon, Baapusa.”

He smiled and gently suggested,“You must rest. You’re looking pale. I hope your half-minded husband is treating you well.” I let out a deep chuckle and instantly regretted it as another wave of sensation pulsed through me.

“Ahhh…” A soft sound escaped again, and I immediately pressed my lips shut.

He frowned, concern etched across his face as he touched my cheek.“Are you alright, bird?”

‘Bird’, that word hit me even harder, reminding me how Rudra calls me a little bird.

My cheeks flushed instantly with the rush of memory, and sensations overwhelmed me again.

“Are you okay?” he asked once more.

I nodded quickly.“Yes… umm… absolutely. He treats me well.” My voice came out shaky.

He simply smiled and said,“Go rest before dinner. We’ll talk later. You look tired from the journey.”

I nodded, grateful for the escape. Just as he turned to leave, my mother asked,“Why hasn’t Jawai sa come with you?”

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