•||Book one in Royalty series ||•
The Tales of Rakshatra #1
Zravasaya X Tanirika
When one of the strongest kingdom on earth is abducted ruthlessly by the barbarian prince from the Romania, The other kingdoms make a decision of signing a treaty with...
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Zravasaya sighed scribbling the content of the papyrus on another scroll. The important documents needed his attention the most. He groaned looking at the documents lying carelessly infront of him. He had made a mess.
The sound of Anklets giggled in the silent atmosphere hinting the arrival of his wife. He smiled turning around to look at her, the exhaustion leaving his body when his eyes collided with hers. She was dressed in a peach light lehenga, the essence of Mogra radiating off her body indicating that she had just taken a bath.
"You seem to be busy," She stated picking the scattered papyruses from the floor one by one. He smiled placing the ink pen in its proper position, rolling the papyrus lying infront of him he got up from his chair. Clearly he was distracted and he needed a break.
A very enthusiastic yet pleasureable break.
Tanirika gasped throwing her hands in air when zravasaya picked her up in his arms without any notice. When did he walk near her? He smiled cheekily at her making her roll her eyes at him. She clearly understood what he needed.
She hooked her hands around his neck making him smile in return.
"You do not know how badly I wanted a break" He whispered walking towards their room. She giggled connecting her lips with his. They both indulged into soft quick kisses as he carried her to their room. Zravasaya was needy and he knew his wife would give it to him.
She moulded perfectly between his arms.
"Tonight I want you to be the clay which grinds the potter's wheel. " She scrunched her brows in confusion stopping the kisses as he smirked at her.
