Page 81 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

I met her on the day she returned from her maternal home. It was genuinely elating when she gladly agreed to take Hridaan’s responsibility and promised me she’d take the best care of him.

When I found out that she went through three miscarriages and did not have a child of her own, and how her husband died in a war, I didn't have the heart to say no to her.

“I hope he's not troubling you, Jiji,” I said.

“Oh, dear!” she laughed, saying,“Trust me when I say he is such an adorable kid. Thank you so much for trusting me with him. It is like I feel alive again,” she expressed emotionally, stroking his cheeks lovingly, and I smiled.

“He needed a mother, Jiji. And now he has you,” I replied. We continued our conversation, discussing various topics about Suryagarh’s history. In the middle of our talk, she mentioned the ninth chamber.

She also added that only the old king had access to it and that he had the key with him. Rudra would not be considered a king until he got the chamber key.

“But what is in that chamber?” I asked.

She shook her head.“I don't know; I've never been inside,” I nodded, pursing my lips.

“Nandani,” His sudden call caught our attention.

“Devarsa,” Jiji smiled, and we both stood up. He greeted her and moved closer to me. Rage was very much palpable on his face.

“I was just leaving,” Jiji said, and took Hridaan from my hands. We both bid her adieu as she left the chamber.

In an instant, Rudra grasped my wrist tightly and led me to the bedroom. Saying I was scared would be an understatement. I was terrified when he yanked me inside the chamber and slammed the door shut.

Suddenly, he pushed me against the door with my shoulders and asked in an alarmingly angry voice,“What the hell do you think you are doing?”

I gulped and narrowed my eyes, trying to comprehend his expression.“Me?” I raised my brows, and he immediately strangled me by my throat, making me shift on my toes.

“Yes, you. Why the hell were you serving the guests?” He spatin immense fury, and I gasped to calm my heart pounding against my chest.

He had caged me between him and the door, and that there was no escape from him had me on edge.

“I was just helping the attendees,” I stuttered, and he held my nape, pulling me closer.

“You-Are-My-Wife,” He spoke, emphasising every word,“And so you do not serve any other man. You are my queen, understand?”

I sucked in a sharp breath, as the proximity was making me dizzy.“You don't get to tell me what to do, just like I cannot tell you what to do,” I tried to speak with conviction, but my fear gave me away at the end.

He jerked my face even closer, crashing our chests, and raked his other hand around my waist.

“You have every right to tell me what to do. You are my wife,” he said.

“Drop this,” I muttered cautiously. He frowned in confusion, so I added,“Break this controlling period and live up to the position of the King you are, or I'll do whatever you will do,” I said in a calm, unwavering tone, looking right into his eyes.

Suddenly, his breathing quickened, and visuals of the previous night sprang into my mind.

My eyes subconsciously fell on his lips. Lips that sucked my sanity away, driving me to the brink. I could still feel that sensation, the raw contact of his mouth with my skin. During the morning bath, I spotted a bruise on my inner thigh.

He stepped back, held my hand, and walked towards the dressing room.“No way,” He said, dragging me with him.

“Ranaji,” I held his wrist to stop him. It was hard for me to keep up with his pace. He led me to the dressing room, released my hand, which caused me to swivel, and my back collided with the dressing table.

“Change your clothes,” He menaced, glaring at me.

“Change yours too,” I said, trying to hold on to myself. He took heavy strides towards me, towering over my frame, and my lashes batted rapidly in fear.

Placing his palm on the table beside my waist, he warned me in a threatening tone, piercing my gaze with his.

“Strip.” He commanded.

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