The Rich Life

36

"Maharani! Please wait up," Adam was panting to keep up with me. Today I wore a pure white sari, simple and unembroidered, bracelets of milky quartzes. My necklace was made of the finest pearls in the entirety of Asia apparently. The tikka on my head was made of diamonds, which matched my nose ring. I did not look like a Queen but rather like a servant.

I paused waiting for him. We were in the furthest part of the mahal (palace), where the aqua-blue pools with Irises and hydrangeas and cornflowers were. He wore an indigo coloured sherwani. 

"Maharani you are so elegantly beautiful today,"  He whispered, "It is a sin to look like this,"

My heart skipped a beat. 

"You can't sweeten me with your honey words," I teased, beaming at him. The smile I only reserved for him in real life. 

"I can at least try?" He gave me a gaze which burned through me, sizzling my insides, "You may be Maharani of the world but you are the Maharani of my heart,"

I felt my cheeks redden. That's what Adam would probably say to me in real life, "100% effort Rajkumar," I tiptoed to give him a kiss on his cheek. It was a sweltering hot day today, but Adam's skin was cool against my lips.

"I surely deserve a prize for my efforts," 

"And what prize were you thinking of," I ran my hands against his broad chest and he cupped my face, tilting it upwards, forcing me to make contact with his eyes. 

"Swim with me," He answered back, "These pools are clean for our use," 

The azure pools look so tempting, shimmering under the golden rays of the sun. 

"What if someone catches us. I don't want anything to happen to you,"

He was already making his way to the pool, unbuttoning his sherwani, his sword by the torso, "We are far from the eyes of the people in the Mahal. It is excruciatingly hot today, I need to cool off," He reassured. 

I tried not to stare at his muscular chest. In real life, he was flawless, not a single mark upon his skin. But here, he was weatherbeaten and tanned. On his back, there were huge scars, some permanently engraved in his skin and some new ones. I ran my finger of them, gently. He tensed at my touch, his body still somehow impossibly cool. 

"Someone clearly wants you dead," 

"The price of peace is expensive," He remarked, spinning around. He took off my dupatta which covered most of my hair and removed my jewellery, throwing them to the grass, I gasped when he unpinned my hair and it came rushing down to my waist. 

"Live a little princess," 

He swept me off my feet and I squealed when the icy water touched my flaming skin, sparkling droplets being splashed to the sky. I closed my eyes in bliss as Adam poured water all over my hair, the water trickling down the side of my face. 

I tried not to breathe heavily, as his hands roamed all over my body, each touch like a fiery brand on my body. His lips met mine and the world dissolved around me. I could feel him lifting me out of the water and placing me on the edge of the pool. 

I didn't let go once. His teeth bit my lower lip and I startled, pulling him even closer. Our lips parted and I gasped for air, drenched and my Sari stuck to my body, unintentionally showing the outline of my body.

He got out, sitting beside me, his skin like polished gold next to me. I blushed, turning away from him, so terribly shy. He picked the various blue and purple flowers from the bushes surrounding us and lay them next to me.