Ruhani POV
My heartbeats raced, and I kept my eyes shut when he climbed the bed slowly. He didn't seem in a sensible state as he just chuckled.
"Are, Hamari jagah par to begum so rahi hai,"
"Em, Begum is sleeping in my place,"
He said and stood up from the bed. I was sleeping on the left side of the bed as I used to, but it seems like he also rests on the left side.
He walked around the bed and came to my side. Bending a little, he looked at me. I noticed him peeping through my eyelid, and the darkness protected me from being caught easily.
He sat on his knees, keeping his arms on the edge of the bed. His palm supported his face as he looked at me silently.
I noticed his evenly toned, solid biceps and the veins of his arms that looked extremely attractive in the dim yellow light. And not to forget his vast chest and broad shoulders. They were finely curved, revealing how extremely he does his workouts.
"But how can I move her? She is sleeping,"
He muttered, pouting his face. I didn't know, but he was looking cute when drunk. I was afraid of drunk people, but he wasn't scaring me.
He took a deep breath and stood.
"Let's try to move her then,"
What was he talking about? My heart is pounding insanely in my chest with the thought. I hope I wasn't pretending to be asleep.
Slowly, he bent lower. I closed my eyes shut, holding on to my racing heartbeats. I felt his hand touching my side over the comforter as he applied a little force to push me away.
He succeeded a little in pushing me a little. I didn't use my force at all. He was drunk, not mad; I couldn't behave awake otherwise... Precisely I was scared.
And, to increase my fright and nervousness, he pulled up the comforter and slid inside in front of me. He adjusted himself, taking care not to disturb me. His knees touched my legs, and I shivered a little.
I wanted to stand up and run. It was racing my heartbeats and making me feel hot in my cheeks.
He covered us again with the comforter, and I could feel cologne. It was breathtaking, making every inch of my body alive. He kept one hand below his hand, and my face was closer to his chest, just below his neck.
There was silence for some moments then he suddenly touched my cheek.
Damn!!! He is staring at me.
His palm was rough as he slowly feathered my cheek.
"Khoobsurat to hai vese,"
"No doubt she is beautiful,"
I controlled my smile. I reminded myself that I was sleeping.
"Lekin bol nahi Sakti,"
"But, can't speak,"
He said, and I kept lying frozen and unmoved.
"Shayad sun bhi nahi sakti,"
"Maybe can't hear too,"
Noooo, I can hear.
"Bolke dekhte hai,"
"Let's try,"
He muttered and called slowly.
"Begum,"
"Wait, if I shout like this, she might get up... I have to call slowly,"
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Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love
Historical FictionSitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night. I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again and again. I was trying to compress my frequent bl...
