Praise The Husband

Chapter 7

Simba looked at Sundari with disdain, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of dirt covering his friend's body.

"Sundari, you are absolutely disgusting," He said, his voice dripping with judgment. "You need to quickly go to the bathroom and clean yourself off. It's unacceptable to be in such a state."

Sundari rolled her eyes at Simba's dramatic reaction. She knew she was covered in dirt; after all, she had been working in the royal garden.

She simply said, "Yes, father."

"I'm not your father!"

"Simba, calm down," she retorted. "I'll get cleaned up when I'm ready. It's not that big of a deal."

As Simba continued to lecture Sundari, the younger woman couldn't help but feel conflicted. On the one hand, she understood the importance of cleanliness and presenting oneself in a respectable manner. But on the other hand, she longed for a moment of privacy and tranquility.

The royal bathhouse, with its rumored magical features, beckoned her like a siren's song. She could feel her heart racing as she contemplated the idea of sneaking away to the bathhouse. She knew it would be risky, but she also knew it would be worth it. She had to make her move or she would lose her chance.

She rush off to the bathhouse as if it were a matter of life and death.

Determined to satisfy her curiosity and find solace, Sundari made up her mind. She quietly slipped out of her room, making sure to avoid any royal guards that might be patrolling the area. The last thing she needed was to be caught and questioned about her intentions. She sneaked through the hallways, her heart pounding with anticipation. She knew that she was taking a big risk.

As she made her way through the palace corridors, Sundari's heart raced with anticipation. She had heard tales of the royal bathtubs, said to be enchanted with magic that turned the water warm and caused clouds to rain down inside the room. It all sounded too good to be true, but she couldn't resist the temptation to find out for herself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of sneaking around, Sundari arrived at the entrance of the bathhouse. She cautiously pushed the door open, peering inside to make sure no one else was present. The coast was clear. She took a deep breath and stepped inside, feeling the warm air hit her face. She quickly scanned the room, looking for any sign of danger, but there was nothing. She was relieved to find that she was alone.

As Sundari entered the luxurious bathhouse, her breath caught in her throat at the sight that awaited her. The room surpassed all of her expectations, as she laid eyes on a grand pool decorated with an array of vibrant flowers. The crystal clear water emanated a mesmerizing blue hue, beckoning her to immerse herself and cleanse away the grime and fatigue that clung to her skin.

The air inside the bathhouse was thick with steam, creating an ethereal atmosphere. Heavy clouds hung low above, casting a soft, diffused light that added to the room's enchantment. Sundari couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility wash over her as she took in the breathtaking scene. Sundari was filled with a sense of anticipation as she crept through the palace hallways. She had heard tales of the royal bathhouse, and she was determined to satisfy her curiosity and find solace in the enchanted waters. When she arrived at the bathhouse, she cautiously opened the door and peered inside. Finding no one present, she took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The luxurious room surpassed her expectations. A grand pool was decorated with an array of vibrant flowers, and the crystal clear water emanated a mesmerizing blue hue. The air was thick with steam, creating an ethereal atmosphere for the room. Heavy clouds hung low, casting a soft, diffused light that made the room even more enchanting. Sundari couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility wash over her as she took in the breathtaking scene.