Royal Secrets (Shhhh)

Chapter 8. ~ Vishkanya? ~

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Samar held Dhara close, their lips locked in a gentle kiss as he carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the soft bed and leaned over her, kissing her a little harder. She let out a small gasp, surprised by the strength of his lips. With a quick flick, he tossed her dupatta to the corner and pressed himself closer, his body covering hers completely. He was tall, almost six feet, with a strong, wide frame, while she was just 5'1, small and delicate beneath him. His weight felt heavy on her tiny body, hard for her to bear, but she stayed quiet, not saying a word.

After a moment, he noticed her breathing was weak, her chest barely moving. He pulled back from the kiss, and she sucked in air, feeling alive again. Her breaths came fast and shaky, but Samar didn't stop. His lips moved to her jaw and neck, brushing softly before he left a small love bite on her skin.

"Ahhh," she whispered, a little sting in her voice.

He held her wrists tighter, not noticing the bandage on her right hand from the doctor's visit last night. She bit her lip to hide the pain while he lost himself in her. He tugged her kurti down to her chest, kissing her skin and leaving more soft marks. Her small hands gripped the bedsheet, holding on tight.

"H.. Hu.. Hukum," she murmured, her voice shaky and soft.

Hearing his name-*Hukum*-from her lips made his heart race. It pushed him to want her more, to touch every part of her. He slipped off her bra and pressed his face against her chest, warm and close. For Dhara, this was all new. No one had ever been this close to her before. She always kept herself covered, private, but now Samar was here, claiming her with a quiet strength. She had given herself to him, seeing him as her everything, her protector, but it still felt heavy, like a big step she wasn't sure about.

He pressed one hand against her chest, firm and strong, and kissed the other side. Her body was still growing, not fully ready, but he didn't seem to mind. She wasn't sure about these new feelings-part of her saw him as her world, but another part wondered if it was right to give so much to someone she barely knew. For years, her body had been just hers. Now, letting him take it felt scary, like losing something precious.

"H.. Hukum, pl.. please," she said softly, her voice breaking as tears slipped down her cheeks. His kisses on her chest hurt a little, and she didn't know what came next. She trusted him like a god, but deep down, she wondered if something wild hid inside him-something she didn't yet understand.

He started to turn her over, but she stopped him, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. "P.. Please," she begged, her voice small and scared.

Samar frowned, a low sound in his throat showing he didn't like it. "H.. Hukum, p.. please," she tried again, pushing him just a little. His fingers pressed hard into her waist, sharp and quick, making her stop.

He leaned in to kiss her again, but a phone rang, cutting through the moment. He ignored it at first, kissing her anyway, but she pushed him gently. "Pl.. Please, H.. Hukum, y.. you're getting late," she whispered, shaking her head.

With a sigh, he sat up and grabbed the phone. "Yes, I'm coming," he said, his voice strong and cool.

"Ranasa, hurry! The media's outside the party office, and everyone's waiting. Where are you?" Abhinav sounded worried.

"I'm at the cottage. I'll be there soon," Samar said firmly, hanging up before Abhinav could say more.

In his head, Abhinav worried. *I shouldn't have left Ranasa with her last night. She might cause trouble for him-his work, his life. If Maharana finds out, it'll be bad. I need to keep her away.*