the cold king TAHIR, the kind princess YN. both are like opposite poles,
one loves sword while other loves books. one knows the language of force which other knows the language of love.
they are the missing of each other, making each other half. wha...
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he looked at the direction from where he got a voice. he looked at the small boy who is standing beside yn while looking at him with his doe eyes. he looked at yn being doubtful about the thought which he is having about the little soul is wrong or right. yn nodded her head in agreement making him the happiest father of the world.
he kneeled in front of his little version who is holding a book, he looked at his facial structure, they matched with him. he looked at his tiny hands which is holding a book. he guessed that his little version is having a face like him but his addiction towards book totally matches with his mother, yn.
"aap hamare baba sa hai, na?"
(you are my father right?)
he nodded his head while controlling his tears. he is feeling overwhelmed because it is the first time, he saw his son, his own flesh and blood in front of him.
"baba sa apne aane mein deri kyun kardi"
(father, why you came late?)
"woh, hame kuch kaam tha"
(actually, i was having some work)
he nodded and hold his father's hands guiding him to walk inside of the palace. he smiled when his son guided him inside, he looked behind of him, only to find yn standing there.
"aap bhi chaliye hamare saath"
(come inside with me)
she nodded her head while walking behind of him.
time skip
she sat on the bed while her husband is still outside. she heard the sound of the sword clashing, she guessed it. she walked towards the balcony only to find her husband doing some practice. she looked at the style in which he was holding the sword, it is the same style which tahir holds. she smiled as he once again gained her trust of being her husband whom she dedicated her all.
tahir felt a gaze, he looked at the back and found her, under the moon light looking like a queen, a true queen, his tigress. he smirked when a dirty idea came into his mind. he walked slowly inside of the palace in the direction of his bedroom. she sensed the things which is coming ahead.
she smiled.
finally both of them are coming close after such a long break. their coming together is something which have been repeatedly wished by the little soul, Tanvir. he is asleep now giving some privacy to his parents.
he entered inside and saw his wife still standing near the railing. he took his predator steps towards her, he is going to hunt for his prey tonight making it sweet like honey and spicy like chili.
He looked deep into her eyes and said,
"tanishka ki aane ki taiyaari karein?"
(shouldn't we start preparing for the arrival of tanishka?)
she looked down when he said this lines, later she nodded her head. he smiled and picked her up in his arms, while going towards the bed. he made her lay on the bed and started to open her blouse making her blush. he chuckled while biting her earlobe. after opening it, he forwarded his hands up to the cloth which was tied around the bed. he opened that making the cloth to cover the bed along with them. that night made a memorable incident to happen between the two lovers.
both of them cherished each other making the whole environment to be felt so sweet and spicy. the king and the queen finally became one after so long.
to be continue...
hey sugars!! i know i am late, but trust me its because i am having some exams.
