Praise The Husband

Chapter 27

Sundari sat nervously on her bed, the red silk bed sheets catching her attention in the dim candlelight of the room. The walls were decorated with red roses, the room filled with the sweet scent of jasmine, and the atmosphere was laden with a sense of anticipation. She looked at herself in the mirror, and the sight of her heavily adorned jewelry and bright red Sari heightened her nervousness even more.

As the maids finished adorning her with her jewelry, they pulled down her veil to cover her face. As they giggled amongst themselves, Sundari's nerves began to get the best of her. She had been waiting for this moment her entire life, but now that it was happening, she didn't know if she was ready or happy.

Suddenly, one of the maids spoke up, "Don't worry, Sundari, the first few nights are always the hardest." 

The other maids burst into laughter, making Sundari feel even more uncomfortable.

The maid continued, "Just remember to keep things steady and slow, and listen to your heart." The other maids chimed in, "And, if that doesn't work, there's always milk."

Confused, Sundari looked around the room, wondering why milk would make any difference.

 One of the maids approached and handed her a glass of milk, "Trust us, it will help, give it to king when he comes in." They made her sit in the center of the bed with the glass of milk in her hand.

As the maids quickly exited the room, closing the heavy doors behind them, Sundari was left alone and nervous. She sat on the bed, sipping the milk, wondering what was supposed to happen next.

As Sundari sat there, sipping on the milk and listening to the sounds of the night, she couldn't help but feel conflicted.

Lost in her thoughts, Sundari quickly put down the glass of milk and tugged at her veil, lifting it off her face. She couldn't deny the tension in the air or the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Despite her inner turmoil, she knew she couldn't refuse Rudransh's desires without facing consequences, he is her husband after all . But the thought of losing her virginity to a man she barely knew, a man who was so possessiveness and rough, made her head spin with anxiety.

She couldn't escape the conflicting emotions that swirled within her. Should she stay true to herself and her values, or should she conform to the expectations of society and her marital duties? As she stood up from the the bed.

As Sundari paced around the room, whispers started coming from behind the door. She lifted her skirt up a bit so she could walk and quickly walked over towards the door. She put her ears against it to hear what was being said outside.

To her surprise, she found two guards standing right outside the door.

As Sundari put her ears against it to hear, she couldn't help but giggle to herself at the absurdity of her situation. The guards were discussing their lunch plans and who snored the loudest on their shift, completely oblivious to the turmoil within Sundari. She muffled her laughter with a hand, fearing that she might give away her position. 

 One of the guards, a burly man named Chetan, was saying, "Man, that new recruit is such a lightweight. You should see him pass out during duty every time we eat biryani." 

His companion, a lanky fellow named Sachin, chuckled in agreement. "I swear, if it wasn't for our duty roster, I would have thought he was a sleeper agent sent here to lull us into a false sense of security."

"Man, I can't believe you're still not convinced," Chetan whispered to Sachin, rolling his eyes. "The rumors are true, I'm telling you. I've heard it from reliable sources that the king is very rough in bed. The women who sleep with him can barely feel their legs for a whole few days afterward."