Warning - Mature scenes ahead. This chapter is advised to be read by readers who are 17+ of age.
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The moonlight spilled through the ornate corridors, casting a soft glow upon the palace. Dhisana stood hesitantly outside the towering double doors leading to her husband's chamber.
It was the intimate and sacred moment she had been longing for, yet her heart fluttered with anticipation and bashfulness. Clutching the edges of her silk garment, Dhisana took a deep breath, hoping to gather the courage she needed.
Her attendants were standing behind them, one of them stepped forward and knocked on the door. From inside the door was opened by a servant.
Dhisana looked inside and saw Manvendra approaching towards her. Seeing his defined torso and chiseled features ointed with fragrant oils, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and she found herself graced with a twinge of nervousness.
Her delicate fingers trembled a little in anticipation, before she felt his hand over them.
"Ekaant." He said, his deep voice reverberating around them.
Obeying his orders, all the maids and servants left with a smile on their faces. Manvendra gently pulled Dhisana inside, closing the door behind and making sure to lock it.
She looked around the room, dimly lit by flickering candlelight, it seemed to breathe with anticipation. The scent of exquisite flowers filled the air. Observing all of these Dhisana's heart pounded fiercely in her chest, as if it were echoing the rhythm of a thousand galloping horses.
Suddenly a gasp escaped her lips as she was swept from her feet and found herself in the mace-like arms of Manvendra. With her bashful gaze, she looked at him, his face cast in gentle shadows, his eyes filled with adoration and longing. His breath caught in his chest, mirroring her sentiment.
Dhisana then looked down at her fingers, her cheeks turned even red, as Manvendra took her to the grand bed, cascading with soft silk, and sat down, making her sit on the left side of his lap.
"Is there something about my face tonight that you don't deem worthy to behold ?" He asked, this time in a calmly low voice laden with manly husk.
"It's not so." Dhisana said.
"Then look at me, please." He urged.
Dhisana raised her eyes, which instantaneously flickered over his face, each feature carved to perfection. His mature eyes had a sense of warmth which emitted a soft yet captivating glow.
Dhisana was so lost in analysing every inch of her husband's face, that she didn't realise his hand sliping it's way up to her garment, gently undressing her.
Feeling her garments loosening up she gasped but her lips was suddenly met by his. Although a gentle kiss, it seemed too overpowering to her, creating a symphony of desire that resonated throughout their beings.
His lips moved skillfully, tenderly tracing the contours of her mouth with an ardent desire. Each touch felt like a revelation, an awakening of dormant desires she never knew existed. Lost in the intensity of the moment, Dhisana surrendered herself completely, her body melting into the Manvendra's embrace.
It put her in such a trance that by the time she was out of it, she found herself lying on the bed and felt his hand slipping through her thighs, which she unknowingly had kept close out of nervousness.
Seeing him hovering over her, she shut her eyes close again, turning her head to the side, her hands covering her bosoms. She held her breath feeling him brush his nose over her nape before planting a kiss.
"Dhisaney, just look at me." He said.
Her cheeks flushed, turning crimson as she peered at him through her long lashes that further fueled the passion within him. The intensity in his eyes, the sincerity etched upon his features, made her feel destined to be there, to experience this extraordinary beginning they were about to share.
"O Raudra, I surrender myself to you now." She whispered spreading her arms on the bed, refusing to give in to her nervousness anymore and wanting to give in to him.
And from there began the night of their union, of bodies and soul. The moon watched, the flowers whispered secrets, and the stars danced in celebration.
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A/NYeah.... I don't know what to say.... Except.... Congratulations Dhivendra ✨
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