Page 247 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

My eyes shut tight with the growing intensity, the way he caged me under his body.

His hips began to move faster, and I felt like I was going to explode, crying and moaning from the knot building inside me.

Loud moans escaped me, but the sound of heavy rain drownedout my voice.

Suddenly, he knelt, grabbed my waist, and pulled me back until I shifted onto all fours. He thrust into me at such a wild pace my brain stopped processing. I was about to collapse until the release washed over us.

He wrapped his arms around my restless, tired self, pulling me to him. The rain had slowed down, and the cold air filled my lungs, making it hard to breathe.

I had already slipped on my wet skirt and wrapped my dupatta around my chest.

“You said you’d make me walk back to the chamber naked if I slapped you,” I giggled, teasing him.

He inhaled deeply and bit my cheek.“Yes. You are naked... only metaphorically,” he said, making me chuckle more.

I pressed my face into his chest as he carried me back to the chamber.“Not the bed,” I warned as soon as we entered.“It’ll get wet because of us,” I said, and he set me down.

He disappeared into the dressing room and returned with a towel, tossing it at me.

“You didn’t really care about Maasimaa. You just wanted a topic for a fight. I guess the last few days seemed to bore you,” he said. Slipping his lower garment off, he wrapped a towel around his waist.

I inhaled deeply. It was partially true, partially false.

Well, I had wanted him to tell me before I had to drag it out of him.

And besides, there was no point in fighting anymore—the person was already gone.

I didn’t respond and walked toward my trunk.

“I’m sorry, Nandani. I should’ve told you earlier,” he said, his voice soft. I turned to him as he continued.“But, you see, I wanted to give her the chance she deserved. But she clearly said—her or you, and it was obviously you. So that triggered me to an extent, her demise didn’t even bother me. Maybe rage took over me, but as time passed, I realised I’d lost her. And that... made me feel guilty,” he said, walking toward me.

I untied the knot of my lehenga and pushed it low. I caught him watching me closely as I took the dupatta off my chest.

“I understand. That’s why I wanted to know. Sometimes, the hate overpowers us so much that we forget the decisions we’remaking,” I said slowly, remembering the time I decided to marry his uncle.

I slipped into my nightwear and reached for my braid.

“Let me help,” he offered, coming closer. Gently holding my braid, he undid it slowly.

Breaking the silence, I said,“I’m sorry, I got angry. I think the responsibilities, the workload, and everything happening have been exhausting and stressful for a while now. I needed a break to recharge—and nothing works better than a fight,” I chuckled at the end, and he laughed too.

“Buckle up, Ranisa. The responsibilities are about to double,” he said.

I furrowed my brows.“What do you mean?”

He smiled and gently kissed my forehead.“Aapke bade Devarsa ke vivaah ki tithi nikat aa rahi hai,”(Your elder brother-in-law's wedding is approaching.) he said.

I gasped.“Oh yes! I almost forgot. Only two months left—Oh my God!” I squealed with excitement, my eyes wide. He chuckled at my reaction.

“Oh my God, there's so much to do! The jewellery, the clothes, the decorations, the invitations—everything! OH MY GOD!”

A wave of stress and excitement hit me simultaneously as I imagined the grand wedding ahead.

“For now, you must sleep,” he said, pulling me from my little whirlwind of thoughts and lifting me into his arms.

“You ruined my sleep,” I complained playfully.

He laughed, setting me gently on the bed. As he lay beside me, I tucked myself into his embrace, already lost in dreams of dances, celebrations, and all the magic the wedding would bring.

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