Page 191 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

We ate in silence, though our eyes constantly searched for each other, glances that lingered, looks that melted between bites.

Once we finished, I excused myself to wash my hands, and heard him rise too. Soon, he was beside me again. It was just so hard to keep the smile at bay.

“Why are you blushing so much?” He asked, drying his hands with a towel.

“What?” I tried to play it cool.

“You’re blushing a lot today,”

I shook my head nervously.“No, umm… I think Suman added something new to my bathing oil...”

He chuckled.“Oil? She added something to your bathing oil? Not water?

I stared at him dumbly, unsure how to respond.

Suddenly, he held my hand again.“Come here,” he said.

The bells of my anklets chimed as he guided me toward the bed. He kissed the back of my hand, pulling me closer, and I lowered my gaze, the memory of the night we spent together kept haunting me gently. And I knew our second time wouldn’t be the same as our first time.

He placed a finger under my chin, making me look up.“What happened?”

I shook my head, too shy to answer.

His other hand slid around my waist, drawing me in until we were almost touching.

My breath hitched, my fingers trembled, and I didn't know what I was feeling so.

He was the man I loved, my husband, so why did I feel so nervous and jittery?

He kissed me, a gentle, lingering touch, and pulled back with a smile.“You have a very dirty mind, I must say,” he whispered, locking my gaze with his.

I went stiff. Completely silent. My cheeks burned, and I turned my lashes south.

But then he cupped my face again, his thumb brushing my cheek.“And I love my dirty-minded little wife,” he added with a wink.

I let out a soft laugh.

“Are we... I mean... are we...?” I stammered, pointing nervously toward the bed.

But before I could finish, he gently ran his finger beneath my ear, and I felt like he was grazing my soul. My lashes fluttered shut, and I nearly lost my balance, feeling my entire body melt at his luscious torture.

He pulled back, and I opened my eyes, staring at him, startled.“How did you do that?”

He raised his brows.“What?”

I pointed to my neck.“This... feeling... it was so—”

“Sensational?” I nodded quickly.“Yes, exactly,”

His hand moved to my dupatta, slowly sliding it off my head. I exhaled slowly, calming my unevenly beating heart.

“Aap humein lene kab aayenge?”(When will you come to take me back?) I asked softly as he let the fabric slide off my shoulder.

He paused, meeting my gaze with a deep breath.“Abhi toh aap gayi bhi nahi hain, aur aapko wapas aana hai?”(You haven’t even left yet, and you already want to come back?) He teased, making me chuckle.

“Come,” he said, setting the dupatta aside on the bed.

He climbed into bed, resting his head on the pillows. I lifted my lehenga slightly and followed, lying beside him with my head against his chest, facing the ceiling.

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