Page 30 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

“Rudra, this is wrong. You cannot touch me, please…I’m to marry someone else in two days,” I feebly pleaded.

Opening my eyes, I blinked timidly when I found him leaningcloser to the side of my neck. And, when his lips grazed the curve of my neck, a wave of sparks passed profusely through my spine.

He slowly deepened the touch, his warm tongue flickering over my skin as he began sucking me.“Rudra, please... this is wrong,” I begged, but I didn't know why; my body reacted in contradiction to my words.

He was so close to me that my nipples stiffened at the proximity. My head tilted back and lips parted, when he glided the blouse off my shoulder to apply the paste on the other collarbone.

On one hand, he was torturing my neck with his lips, and on the other side, his hands had me shivering under his touch. It was so intense, I could feel goosebumps all over my skin.

“Ah…” he sucked me harshly, making me whimper in pain.

I wriggled to get rid of the knot around my wrists, but he moved his hand down my waist and drew me even closer, freezing me in place.

His strong arm encircled my bare waist. The roughness of his hand on my skin made me inhale deeply. My waist felt too tiny in his muscular hand, which terrified me. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the feeling.

“You are blushing,” he remarked, kissing my chin. I looked at him, opening my eyes.

“Rudra, please. This is wrong, we shouldn't be doing this,” I repeated my pleas again and again.

My heart fluttered as he placed his forehead on mine, and my breathing quickened wildly when his hand crept towards my back. My eyes met his through the mirror, and I followed his gaze to see his fingers holding my blouse’s string.

“Rudra, don't do this, I am someone else’s bride, please,” I denied again, but he paid no heed and loosened the strings of my blouse. It made me feel all the wrong things, yet it strangely calmed me. It felt like I was letting myself live in the moment to my heart’s content to face all the forthcoming difficulties.

He took more paste in his hand and slathered it on my nape. I began gasping for air when his fingers coated in the cold paste slid toward my lower back, and I couldn't help the moan slipping through my mouth. The warmth his touch emitted turned me into a puddle, and the way he fiercely looked at me broke all the walls I had built around myself.

Pulling his head away, he rubbed his cheek against mine,causing the paste to smudge his cheek. He repeated the same on the other side, too. Holding me, he swept his palms across either of my arms, spreading the paste all over my hands. The intensity of his touch made my breathing uneven.

“Rudra,” my chest heaved up and down, as he intertwined our fingers and yanked my face closer to his. Our lips were too close; it was difficult for me even to utter a word, yet I tried.“Rudra, please. This will complicate everything, please... no more,”

He closed the gap between us despite my warnings, claiming my lips.

The sudden touch of his full lips on me tingled every inch of mine. Butterflies crammed into my stomach, causing a twisted feeling to erupt in my heart. He moved away and looked into my eyes.

“I have thousands of dreams to achieve and titles to claim, but not at the cost of you. I cannot endure losing you,” he poured out and placed his lips over mine again. Taking my lower lip between his, he sucked it passionately. I momentarily forgot to breathe at the intensity of the pull.

The way he possessively angled my face to deepen the kiss aroused me so badly. Our intimacy triggered tears, brimming in my eyes, and I tried to blink away from the emotional turbulence. Pulling back, he looked at me intently.

“Can you bear his child, Nandani?” he asked, and I looked at him. I tried to comprehend him through his eyes; in return, it felt like I was an open book he was reading with undivided attention.

It was certain that no matter how hard I tried to hide, he would know. He knew everything: what I was feeling, what I wanted, what frightened me, everything. I shook my head no.

“Words,” He said imperatively, and I gulped the hard lump down my throat.

“No,” I whispered almost inaudibly.

He untied the dupatta from my wrists, and I sighed in relief. Gently rubbing my wrists to ease the discomfort, he placed my palms on his cheeks and lazily moved them down his chest.

He never let me touch him before!

“Kal aapki mehendi hai?”(Is it your mehendi27ceremony tomorrow?) He asked and I nodded.

Looking into my eyes, he stretched his hand towards my hair and pulled out the pin holding my hair bun, leaving my hair tocourse freely on his thighs.

He pulled a small knife out of the scabbard designed as a hairpin. Moving it towards his left forearm, I saw him piercing the sharp object into his skin, carving my name, staring right into my eyes.

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I just realised what he did and got up from his lap. When I saw the blood oozing out from his wound, my heart wrenched. With trembling hands, I picked up my dupatta and tore a piece of fabric to stop the blood.

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