Page 214 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

Ranvijay lowered his gaze respectfully, Agastya smirked, and Abhinandan—well, Abhinandan glared at me like he was ready to start another war.

I grinned and pulled her even closer.“Your brother is watching, little bird,” I whispered to her.

She inhaled sharply and muttered,“Oh God, please make me dead right now. I’m unconscious. I am unconscious,”

I barely held back a chuckle.

Abhinandan stormed forward.“What happened to her? She was fine before!” he said, concern dripping in his voice.

Trying to keep a straight face, I replied,“Oh, she fell unconscious. She was already tired before Surgami Dev Singh kidnapped her,”

Abhinandan narrowed his eyes suspiciously.“Why was she tired? Don’t you let her rest properly? Are you overburdening her? Are you torturing her?”

I furrowed my brows dramatically.“Hell no! She tortures me! She doesn't let me rest properly—'Rudra this', 'Rudra that',” I said teasingly.

Abhinandan gritted his teeth furiously.“Don't you dare cr—”

“I think Bhabhisa needs rest right now,” Agastya interrupted quickly, throwing an arm around Abhinandan’s shoulders.

“You all should rest, too. We’ll meet tomorrow morning,” I added, and everyone nodded—except Abhinandan, who kept shooting daggers at me with his eyes.

I carried her straight to the chamber, and the moment we entered, she wriggled down from my arms, turning to glare at me.

“So I torture you?” she asked sharply, hands on her hips.

I smirked, tossing my rings onto the table and throwing my bloodied kurta at her playfully.“Don’t you, Love?” I teased.

“I torture you?” she repeated dramatically, hands flying around animatedly as she followed me toward the bathing room.

“Yes, you do,” I said lightly.

“Look at me!” she snapped, and I turned around as I was untying the lower part of my garment.

Her eyes blazed.“How dare you say that? I protect you from my brother so much! And you told him that I tortured you? How dare you?”

I reached for the strings of her gown’s overcoat, pulling her closer. The gentle clinking of her anklet bells echoed in the dim, candlelit room. As I pulled the loose shoulder of her gown down, her voice softened.

“You shouldn’t say that,” she whispered, blinking nervously.

I stepped closer, my fingers brushing the hem of her inner garment. Her lashes fluttered rapidly, her heart pounding againstmy chest.

“Rudra…” she breathed, and in one swift move, I pulled the white fabric over her head, tossing it aside.

She quickly covered her neck with her hand, stepping back slightly. A timid, shy smile bloomed on her flushed cheeks.

I caught her hand and pulled her into the pool with me. She gasped as the cold water embraced her.

“It’s cold!” she squeaked, and I chuckled, diving under the water to wash away the blood.

When I surfaced, I found her wet hair clinging to her face. I pulled her closer. Water splashed around us as I pinned her against the pool wall, lifting her by her thighs so she was at my level.

Her breath hitched, her hands clutching at my shoulders as she stared at me. I looked at her lips, dripping water.

As her breathing grew heavier, my lips trembled, desperate to taste her.

The sensations from earlier today still danced in my mind. The feel of her softness, the way she clenched around me, the way her breath had turned shaky, and the knowing that I was the reason behind her beautiful surrender, even as pain had bubbled within her. She had loved it wholeheartedly, and that memory made my heart race.

Unable to resist, I leaned in closer, and she blinked nervously.

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