The Unventured Passions

Within the Castle Walls (1)

Please don't forget to comment your thoughts about this chapter... I've put in a lot of heart in this. ❤️

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The pieces of Raimoti's heart that had been struggling to fit into the new world, so alien to her till then, became so quiet when she opened her eyes in the morning, cuddling with Satyakirth. He was sleeping sound with a gentle happy smile on his face. It was as if he had found peace, they both had, as if they needed this glue to bridge their gaps and connect.

Raimoti smiled too, trying to free herself from his arms, wrapped around her waist, his leg on her, as if shielding her from all the nightmares. Raimoti exhaled softly, planting a small kiss on his nose. Satya flinched in sleep like a small child, his face now nozzling on the crook of her neck, and his hand was automatically moved up her body to grab the softness of her feminity.

Naughty even while asleep!
What might he be dreaming!

Raimoti chuckled inaudibly. She moved his hand gently, only to be tied by his legs tighter, his knee brushing against her thighs from over the thin material of her saree, and slowly the touch escalated to the softness in between her legs. Raimoti gasped at the feeling.

"Raja Saheb... Let go!"
She whispered to his ears, and Satya furrowed his brows in sleep, groaning under his breath to express his disapproval.

He wasn't prepared to let go of her, not yet... not ever!

Raimoti smiled and smacked on his arm gently, but no reaction. Very slowly she blew on his closed eyes, making his long eyelashes flutter, a naughty smile plastered on her own lips.

"Umm..."
Satya groaned this time, stirring a little, and she pushed him away tenderly, making him turn and lay flat on his stomach. Raimoti's eyes fell his toned chiseled torso, admiring the ripped muscles of his abdomen, and then it trailed down on the hard morning erection forming a tent inside his silk creased dhoti, turning her face deep crimson at once.

"Isshh!"
She covered her face with her palm and blushed profusely, her own body reacting to this untamed feelings in an erotic way.
Raimoti closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Had this been the older Rai, she probably would have dared to remove the part of clothing from Satya's body to examine the bulge shamelessly, but somehow the walls of Raipur had changed her in the last two days, making her a more restraint, more responsible version of her own self.

Opening her eyes and glancing at the angelic sleeping figure of Satyakirth once again, Raimoti touched her own thudding heart, and then she slowly got down from the bed, with absolute stealth.

The anklets did jingle, and so did her bangles, as she tiptoed out of the sprawling royal bed chamber, and the beautiful music emitted from them made Satya smile. He opened one eye and saw Raimoti fixing her saree hastily, her back turned towards him, and a good portion of her unblemished spine visible for his eyes to feast.
He saw Raimoti touch her own breasts, cupping them, tying the saree around them carefully, and then she tied her hair into a messy morning bun, threatening to steal every bit of Satya's restraints. Satya gasped inaudibly as
Raimoti left the room, stealing a final glance at him, his eyes now closed, 
and the soft creaking sound of opening the door synced with another sharp gasp that he had let out, before flipping himself on the bed. He now lay on his stomach, and had pulled a soft bolster, clutching it to his chest, grabbing it tighter, and squeezing it under the strength of his muscles.

Princess!! This will be you someday...!
He mused.

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The royal gate had curving of giant gargoyles on them, the iron frame adding to its magnanimity. Raimoti held the circular iron clamps and pulled it open, and almost immediately two Mounis, in their typical indigo sarees, stood up, bowing infront of her.