Page 155 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

He looked at me, surprised by the interruption, but nodded.“We are getting late,” I reminded gently.

As he stepped closer, my back hit the edge of the dressing table,and I blinked, my heartbeat rising with his nearness.

“It's already so late…” I repeated softly, but he didn’t stop. His hand slid lower over the fabric of my skirt, tracing along my thigh, his body leaning in, his presence wrapping around me like a storm.

“Rudra…” I breathed, meeting his gaze.

“I want to taste you again,” he whispered.

A wave of nervous heat flushed over me. My lips parted in silent surprise as I stared at him, trying to understand the desperation in his voice.

“Please…” he added, stepping even closer.

I closed my eyes briefly, trying to steady the whirlpool inside me.“Rudra, I’m feeling weak... after so many... orgasms,” I said, barely above a whisper.

He exhaled, resting his forehead gently against mine.“How long will you need to rest, little rabbit?”

My lashes fluttered shut at his soft, tempting voice. His scent enveloped me, tugging at something deep within. I struggled to resist, to get myself together.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes to push him away.“My menstruation is close,” I whispered.

He looked at me with a flicker of surprise, yet something in his eyes hinted at doubt.

“Oh,” he murmured, but his reaction felt measured, almost too composed.

I placed my palm gently on his chest and said with certainty,“Yes. I can feel it… my menstruation is close,”

His gaze softened almost instantly, and to my surprise, he cupped my cheek with tender care.“If it’s difficult for you to travel,” he said in a low, affectionate voice,“you can stay here. I’ll come to see you every night. I promise,”

His words caught me off guard. My heart fluttered.“What?” I asked, hardly believing what I’d just heard.

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.“Yes. If your menstruation is approaching, the journey might be uncomfortable.”

I shook my head quickly.“No, it’s alright. I can manage,”

He looked into my eyes, concern etched across his face.“Nandani, come on… I know how difficult it gets for you.”

I held his wrist, reassuring him.“Don’t worry. I’ll be okay. It’s not today, maybe tomorrow, or in a couple of days,”

“Oh,” he said again, softer this time, and stepped forward to embrace me.

His arms wrapped around me, and his hand moved in slow, calming strokes over my back. A soft kiss landed on the crown of my head.

“Come,” he said warmly.“Let’s go meet your family.”

I smiled, and as he took my hand in his and kissed the back of it, my heart swelled with a quiet, contented joy.

We walked together to the main chamber, where Rudra and my father greeted one another with genuine warmth. It felt like the meeting had gone well, perhaps even better than expected.

Meanwhile, I made my way to see my mother, my grandmother, and everyone else I cherished. Their smiles and blessings filled the air with warmth. My grandmother, in her usual way, couldn't resist blessing us with a child.

I laughed at her words, feeling her love, and then quietly slipped away to meet my father.

They all blessed us and urged us to visit again soon. I smiled, accepting their love, when suddenly my father called out.

“Rudra,” he said.

Rudra turned toward him and walked forward, embracing him with a quiet respect. My father returned the gesture, holding him with firmness.

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