𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 || ArDi ||

28. My Nymph.

~ UNTIL I FOUND YOU ~

Draupadi sighed as she looked at the mirror. In every way, she looked like a new bride indeed. A faint blush climbed up her neck and stained her cheeks. Her luscious lips tipped at the corners. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, some strands wet from the bath she just had. Her heavy ornaments and robes were removed. Dressed in an elegant but simple red saree, she looked like the flame she was. A strapless blouse barely covered her bossoms and the saree revealing most of her smooth skin.

A strangled sound escaped her throat as two muscular arms snaked around her waist, the sensation of his rough skin against her soft one made her skin heat with desire. 

"Mmhn," Arjun

hummed in approval, the tip of his nose running along the length of her swan-like neck, he took a deep breath, inhaling her tantalizing scent. Everyone had an addiction; Arjun didn't, so she became his addiction. The most intoxicating smell, "Just as sweet as I remember."
Draupadi squirmed in his hold. His lips pressed against her neck. Butterflied burst in the pit of her stomach, their feathery wings brushing the walls of her heart and she lost one more piece of her heart to the king of her soul. 

Her smell, His addiction.

His touch, Her desperation. 

Draupadi placed her hands on his, that rested on her waist. She placed her head on his broad shoulder, snuggled, made herself comfortable and let him explore her neck again, "You never told me whether you missed me or not." She hummed. 

Arjun removed his head from the crook of her neck and looked into the mirror. Their eyes locking on each other's reflection in the mirror, "I have never anyone in my life as much as I missed you," He said, "When we are together, time passes in a blink; When I am away from you, every second felt like a year. It seemed forever since I'd seen this pretty face. If I had a flower, every time I missed you, I could walk in an endless garden." 

Draupadi looked into his eyes. Honestly shining in those loving orbs. Neither of them brought up the topic of The Manipur Princess. Neither of them seemed willing enough to leave each other's warm and embrace the icy conversation. The silence pure and holy, drawed the two lovers together. Arjun spared his wife a glance, "I have a gift for you."

Draupadi looked at him and frowned, then her eyes lit up in child-like excitement, "A Gift?'' 

A laugh escaped Arjun's lips, "Yeah," He made her sit on the couch before the mirror. Draupadi grinned in anticipation. "Close you eyes." Arjun whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. She closed her eyes and waited for the gift to pop in her hands. 

Suddenly, something cold touched her neck. She gasped and Arjun warned, "Don't open you eyes." He draped her damp hair over one of her shoulders and hooked the chain. Draupadi waited patiently. Excitement bubbled under her skin, her knee bounced in anticipation, "Can I open my eyes?" She whined. 

"Not yet." 

Draupadi pouted, all she received in response was a throaty chuckle that made her core throb. She felt a rough, calloused elope her softer one. And then, another cold metal slipped into her hand. The pit of arousal in her stomach widened. Her other smaller hand was picked up from her lap and the metal again slipped into her hand. Her excitement fluttered in her chest, "Can I open my eyes now?"

"Not so patient, are we?"

Draupadi curled her lower lip, "Arya, please?'' 

"No."

Draupadi twisted her lips, the not-so-docile lady begged to differ. For the next few minutes she did not utter a word. Arjun's hands roamed over her body. Sometimes putting on the hair jewelry, or sometimes earrings. Sometimes necklaces or sometimes the waist belt. Sometimes bangles or sometimes rings. And then, she heard a tinkling of anklets, her ears perked. She felt Arjun kneel beside her. His hands brushed her feet. Draupadi gasped, "Arya, what are you doing?" She pulled back her leg. Arjun huffed, just as adamant as she was, and gently picked her leg, placing it on his thigh, "I thought were are past that, Krishnaa," He had a gentle, yet firm hold on her ankle in case she tried to pull pack, "I've already placed this world at your feet and surrendered myself to worship this goddess, it is not a big deal."