In the alternate universe, set in the medieval period, where power rules and superstition lingers in the thin air, the tale of The Last Princess unfolds.
For the hazel eyed king has secrets, desires and motives.
The champagne eyed queen has fears...
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Sunlight pepped through the windows as they were well aware that the couple inside the room were not ready to wake up yet. It seemed that the morning had delayed itself and the sun had granted the moon some more moments to watch the couple who now laid in each other's arms.
An involuntary frown came on Anika's face when sunlight fell on her eyes, her eyelids trembled, threatening to flutter open. Soon her eyes were shielded, she tried to move her body, but her efforts were not fruitful due to the iron grip around her stomach. She stirred and slightly bent her back. Pleasurable and delicious aches spread throughout her body when her limbs moved and her back arched.
Upon opening her eyes, she was greeted by a lively pair of blameless blue eyes. It felt like her breathing had stopped when she looked into those enchanting eyes. Shivaay smiled, tucking a stray hair stand behind her hair.
His touch.
Memories of last night played in her mind making her blush scarlet. Shivaay's thumb travelled to her cheek to caress the part where the red hue laid. As Anika recalled the events of the previous night, she found that she was not wearing any clothes.
Her eyes widened in panic as she glanced down at her body, only to sigh in relief, as she saw the blanket covering them both. When she heard a chuckle sound from her husband, she looked up at him. His hair was deliciously rumpled as his fingers made patterns on her cheek.
A wicked idea crossed Anika's mind and she winced, making his grin vanish.
"Anika?" he whispered, worry embroidered on his voice, "Dard ho raha hai?" Anika nodded her head slightly, making the most innocent face. Shivaay cupped her face as his eyes examined her wound, trying hard to figure out what was hurting her. Anika couldn't help but laugh out loud seeing him fall for her petty play. Shivaay scrunched his eyebrows before her plan registered in his mind. He shook his head in disbelief, but rested his hands on her cheek. (is it hurting?)
"Aesa mazak mat kijiye, Anika," (don't play such pranks, Anik)
"Kyun?" Anika asked, it was just a joke. (why?)
"Aapko agar zara si bhi takleef hoti hai, toh hamari jaan chali jaati hai," (the slightest discomfort of yours, takes my life away)
"Kyun? she was actually confused. The man was crazy. (why?)
"Kyun ki aap mein hamari jaan basti hai," Shivaay said, hovering over her. (because my life resides in you)
Only he knew how his hands were itching to touch her again. To feel her softness, to taste her and to love her, again. It was as if he just couldn't get enough. Earlier it was just his hands who were disobedient and reluctant to let go of any chance to touch her but now his lips had too joined that league.
Shivaay placed his lips on her collarbone as he sucked there. The blanket had inched downwards due to his feet, which had pulled at it while getting on top of her. A smirk formed on his face as his sight landed on all the marks decorating her chest. His little sparrow would surely kill him when she saw those marks. Taking that as an incentive, he bit her skin again, before licking it to cover the sting.
Anika moaned as her hands travelled to his hair, clutching it. There was this feeling, the same from the previous night, in her stomach. One of her hands went to his back, her fingers almost punctured the skin on his back when he bit down on her bosom. A moan was ripped from her chest causing him to continue.
"Shivaay," she moaned as her husband took hold of both her wrists, pinning them above her head. Her eyes were slightly open as she pleaded with them. Pride bloomed in his chest as he eyed his marks, which had now increased and darkened, on her flesh. He kissed her stomach, moving down. Well she had tormented him since so long, he could at least do a bit of it now.
They went at it again. Their hands moving up and down each other's body, still not getting enough of one another, their legs tangled and soft sounds escaping their lips. Pleasure consumed them as they were transported to that familiar world of toe curling pleasure.
But, it wasn't only pleasure, it was love. Shivaay slipped his hands on her waist as he hugged her close to his chest. They were both breathing in small pants. He kissed her forehead, before attaching his lips to hers.
***
Anika kept adjusting her large kundan necklace while she was in her mother in law's chamber. It had been late in the afternoon, when she was called by her mother in law for spending some time and to plan the upcoming Brahman bhoj. The reason behind fiddling with her jewellery were those marks.
Anika had taken a bath, along with her husband who kept on insisting on doing it. Soon after that, they both were getting ready for the day. It had been a bit late when Shivaay got out of her chamber, courtesy to his own deeds. Her eyes had landed on her chest through the mirror while putting on some jewelry. Bite marks and beard scratches were painted all over her chest.
When she turned her head to glare at him, he had already been grinning at her. Her eyes screamed murder. How was she supposed to hide those marks? What would anyone say when they looked at those?
"Ye kya hai?" she asked angrily, but couldn't hide the blush on her cheeks. Well she certainly knew how these marks arrived on her body. (what is this?)
"Kya, kya hai, Anika?" Shivaay had asked innocently, while tying his turban. Anika had fumed seeing the sly smile on his lips. (what is what, Anika?)
Worse, the entire day as she spoke, worked and did her chores, she could feel his hands on her hips, her back, her chest. Earlier he didn't leave her mind, now it was as if he had imprinted his hands on her flesh.
Anika's trance was broken by her mother in law when she shook her hand. Anika looked down at her lap, embarrassed. Was she really busy thinking about her husband in the middle of a conversation with his very mother?
"Aaj toh aapke chehre pe ek alag sa chamak hai," (your face is glowing today) The surrounding maids giggled at the exchange before one informed, "Aj toh Samrat bohot der se bahar aaye, Baisa ke kaksh se," (the king exited the queen's room pretty late in the morning)
Anika blushed more, upon looking at Sugandha's smoking face. "Khush khabri kab milegi, Anika?" she asked, making all the maids giggle once again. Anika didn't look far from a tomato. Khush khabari? (when will we get good news?)
