Vivaah Bandhan: The Story Of Dharmaraj & Yagyaseni

Chapter 13 : Of Wicked Men

Yudhishthir slowed down as he took in the room decor. The theme appeared to be earthy. While it was luxuriant & worthy of a king, it was strangely homey a few things made to resemble their childhood home in Satshringa a lot. The lovely paintings which he cherished, believing them to be the best gift of his life were tastefully placed around the room.

One thing was for sure that the designer of this room surely knew his heart, his wishes, dreams & desires much better than even himself. But how?
The soft palm he felt on his cheek made him look down at Draupadi.
D: Kaisa laga aapko?
( How did you like it?)

She looked at him hopefully.

Overcome with emotion at her efforts just to cheer him in their new yet unknown abode, Yudhishthir smiled at her with such tenderness that it made Draupadi's heart beat quicken. With the utmost care, the righteous king placed his wife on a nearby settee. He hoped that being a man of few words, even those disappearing when he was with her out of consciousness, he hoped his eyes could convey his silent thanks which came from the bottom of his heart.

Y: Humaare Vivaah ke samay se...aapne meri prasannata ke liye na jaane kya kya nahi kiya..pata nahi mujhe vo avsar kab prapt hoga jab main aapke liye kuch kar saku....

( From the time of our wedding.....what not have you done for my happiness. Never know when I will get the opportunity to do something for you...)

He told her earnestly, looking deep into her eyes, hoping she understood how much he respected & appreciated her.

D: Hmmmm...
Draupadi pretended to think deeply, grinning on the inside having just gotten an opportunity of a lifetime!
D: Diya aapko avsar!
( I give you a chance!)

She proclaimed regally like the royal queen she was.
Yudhishthir was almost nervous seeing the smirk gracing her flawless features.

Y: Kya karna hoga mujhe?
( What do I have to do?)

He asked warily, having no inkling of what was going on in his wife's pretty little head.
D: Aapko....
( You have to...)

Draupadi drawled in a low, sensuous voice, inching close to her husband & locking her long, slender arms around his neck.

Dharmaraj gulped, his heart & breathing rate instantly quickening at the proximity much like his wife's. However, Draupadi had foregone her blush & decided to enjoy her husband's instead. She loved it when he was affected by her presence, her touches.

Why did he still try to deny it? Why couldn't they move on in their marriage, forgetting everything.
Yudhishthir closed his eyes as Panchali rested her weight against his torso, inching closer & closer to him until his back was against the hand rest of the settee.

Draupadi's heart fluttered as her husband's hands traveled to rest gently on her waist to stabilize them both. His warm hands on her skin sent it tingling.
D: Aapko aapke mulyawaan samay ka kuch ansh apni patni ko dena hoga.....mere priya Aarya....

( You have to give a part of your precious time to your wife....my dear Aarya....)

She whispered in her ear, the proximity nearly bringing their already thundering hearts to a a stop.

However, she was determined not to stop, wanting to show him her affection for him. Craning her neck forward, she pressed her lips against his jawline, placing a lingering kiss there. She couldn't keep the smile off her face when she heard his breath hitch & his grip tighten on her waist. She relished in the fact that her proximity & touch affected him just as much as his affected her. She smirked, noticing that his eyes were shut tight as well.