Beyond Destiny ~ A Saga Of Timeless Love

10 ~ Touch Of Love

"He touched my soul long before, I knew what his hands feel like."

Ruhanika

“Close your mouth, darling.” My heart raced as I bit my lips and lowered my head, a deep blush creeping across my cheeks. How many times was I going to embarrass myself in his presence? The heat of my humiliation was almost unbearable, and I silently cursed my inability to hold my composure.

“I... I... was…” The words stumbled out in a jumbled mess, my mind betraying me as I struggled to salvage what little dignity I had left. My gaze involuntarily fell to his chiseled abs, glistening with sweat in the warm sun, and the sight left me breathless. His body was a work of art, honed to perfection, and I could hardly tear my eyes away.

“You were what, Rooh? Tell me.” His voice was low and teasing, coaxing me to speak, but I found myself paralyzed. My thoughts were a chaotic whirl, utterly blank except for the tantalizing image of him.

“I told you something that day in the garden; do you remember what I said?” he continued, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart flutter and my palms sweat. What was he talking about?

“I told you that I value punctuality, and if you are late, you must face the consequences. Today, you are late, and you did not arrive yesterday; you deserve a punishment, don’t you, Rooh?” My heart sank as the realization hit me. I had completely forgotten about that dreadful promise. What was he going to do now?

In a flash, he raised his sword, pointing the tip just inches from my neck. Panic surged through me like a tidal wave. If you think I’m not scared, you’re completely mistaken. That is it, he will kill me now; I do not want to die without losing my virginity. I have not even kissed anyone to date. My eyes were wide open, and I looked at him with horror; his gaze sent chills down my spine.

“You interrupted my practice, so now you will engage in a sword fight with me,” he declared, his voice commanding and full of authority. I blinked, momentarily stunned. Surely, he had lost his mind. I didn’t know the first thing about fencing!

“What?” I stammered, needing to confirm that I had heard him right, though the words hung in the air, undeniable.

“As punishment, you will engage in a sword fight with me.” I couldn’t comprehend why he was insisting on this absurdity. If he truly wanted to kill me, it would be so easy for him. He motioned for me to follow him to the center of the training grounds, where the sunlight illuminated the space, casting dramatic shadows around us. Despite my fear, I had no choice but to comply.

He handed me a sword, and I gasped at its weight; the tip drooped to the ground as soon as I grasped it. “I do not know anything about fencing; you should probably let me go. I swear I will always be on time, Your Highness,” I pleaded, my voice tinged with desperation, but he simply regarded me with amusement.

He moved closer, standing directly behind me, and whispered in my ear, his breath warm and intoxicating. “I will teach you, Rooh.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and as he wrapped his arms around me, my heart raced uncontrollably. His bare chest pressed against my back, and I inhaled sharply, overwhelmed by the warmth radiating from him. He guided my hands, lifting the sword with gentle authority, his fingers brushing against mine in a way that sent my mind spiraling. My heart thudded in my chest, and all I could think about was how I wanted to turn around and bury my face in his chest, seeking refuge from the storm of emotions he stirred within me.

“Your grip on the sword should be firm, and your back should be straight,” he instructed, his voice steady and focused, but my concentration wavered. All I could feel was the way he held me, his hands firmly enveloping mine. I barely reached his chest, and his masculine scent surrounded me, making my head spin.