Brinda

Wedding Night

Known to be bold, absolutely adventurous and a man who feared nothing and who hardly ever took another minute to ponder on what he intended to do, King Adigun felt his hand stiffen around the door knob leading into the palatial bedroom. He had been in it once before walking over to the tower window and on his return, the sweet and alluring scent of lavender did just about enough to inform him of the fact that someone was within the room.

It was something he had perceived before and it was one he was certain he would perceive again because he could guess who it belonged to and who had donned the exact cologne earlier that day. He turned around, almost as if he wanted to leave, and then turned back with his had not going past touching the cold hard doorknob.

"Where is Suraj when you need him?" King Adigun wondered to himself.

It was a side to him he had never even thought was possible. It was one he had never even explored and it was slowly becoming apparent that his times at war had blunted out his social skills with women or at least with this one woman.

"Damn!" he muttered with his breath becoming heavy and his lungs edging towards him hyperventilating.

In hurried paces, he marched to and fro along the lengthy corridors lined with beautiful looking tiles and artistry on the wall. He counted his breath and hoped it would grant him some measure of calm, before slowly turning around and then walking back to the door and turning it slightly.

In slowly and rather welcoming creak, the door opened and King Adigun let himself into the dimly let apartment. Nobody seemed to be in sight while he raced his eyes through the couch, to the sofa and then over to the King sized bed where he held his breath and almost found himself biting his tongue. There she was, in silence and with the veil still wrapped over her face.

It made him feel both uncomfortable and seriously curious at the same time. He pondered on how beautiful she had to be to keep such a veil on, and how certain features of her face could or would be as well. He smiled, tried hard not to wave in her direction, and then turned around to pour himself some glass of drink from the fireplace.

Gulping it down hard just as he had done at the wedding, he closed his eyes and summoned as much courage as his inner shy self would permit.

"Good evening, King Adigun", the Queen greeted, causing the young man to turn around with a wild smile on his face.

Crunching sound erupted from beneath his right foot as he motioned towards the bed, prompting him to look down at rose petal flowers spread all across the room and leading all the way towards the bed in beautiful fashion. He held his breath and admired the artistry involved in the romantic gesture even he had not thought about forehand.

The Queen was perfectly centered in the middle of the beautiful flowers, and it caused his heart to pump more blood through his body at an alarming rate.

"Good evening", he replied, squinting and doing his best in bid to catch a glimpse of what she might or could even look like.

His mind warped with imaginations, and his thoughts went crazy. He had caught sight of her ruby colored lips and her sparkly eyes but nothing more informative as he would have loved.

Ambika Devi slowly eased herself off of the bed and sat at the edge with her head bowed towards her laps. She snuck her hands in between her thighs while King Adigun watched her like a hawk about to devour its prey. He could feel a stir between his thighs but hurriedly cast such thoughts out of his mind. He wanted to see what she looked like, hear what she sounded like some more, and have a feel of the tender skin Suraj had fabled Indian women possessed.