Under the King's GAZE || MaNan

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Smiling softly, Dhara went into the memories of the morning when Manasvi left in order to check for dinner arrangements.

FLASHBACK

Morning faded sun peeked through the curtains that hid both the souls from the world. Mrityunjay's peacocks koohoo-ed calling him, his rabbits hopped in the garden breathing the hues of lushfull delight that was sending warmth from the window of their room.

Mrityunjay was the first one to open his eyes—-the lush greens from the window was the first thing his sight witnessed. He instantly regretted missing the Bhrama mahurat but as soon as he shifted a little his senses moved onto the sleeping figure that practically folded, hiding inside his body.

As he spooned her tiny frame from the back, he saw how sweaty her naked back was as it stuck perfectly to his bare chest. Mrityunjay moved a little back when he saw one of his chest hair on her back. He smirked a little, huffing a little more.

Sensing the lost warmth, she stirred a little making beautiful music from her glass bangles and silver anklets. He watched her silently. Her disturbed forehead lines, curved eyelashes, pouty lips and annoyed soft feet which massaged his legs frequently as she tried to move but couldn't due to his strong grip on her stomach.

Her movements rested when he yet again observed her keenly, from close distance. He played with long strides of her hair. It had some rose petals which he carefully brought out and kept in his ring.

Reference: Mrityunjay has a ring. His ring is something he never had to remove. It was one of his King duties. The ring was nothing but a secret box where he had to keep venom. This was there to protect the king from enemies. King can use venom for his enemy while also in adverse and worst circumstances, would have to consume it himself if the enemy has taken him down and the cost is for the kingdom to face. Therefore the king ends his life himself and is not killed.

"Jiss din jaan jaye bhi toh—-jaayegi aapke dastoor me—jayegi aapke suroor me—-jaiyegi aapke husn me!"

He smiled at himself and loosened the grip at her stomach.

He bent towards her neck and dug himself in her depth. Moving his face again and again he rubbed his hard manly stubble (beard) on her soft pink skin.

"Ehem—-" she huffed curving her eyelashes and raising her hands in order to take a good stretch after a good yet broken sleep.

"Itni kareeb kyun hogyi tum Dhara—kaise ho gayi—-?" He pecked the corner of her forehead.