HINDI
"Maharaj ap ye kya khe rhe h , apko kapre phenao ?"
"Ha , kya meri bate spast nhi h ? Ap k liye khud ko dharou ?"
"Nhi-ii Nhi-ii Maharaj , mai samaj gyi ".
"Syd mai vastavikta m spast nhi hu anyatha mere bar bar apko chetawni dene k bad bhi , ap ek glti nhi dharuti "
"Mujhe maf kar de Maharaj , apka anadar karne ki meri ko mantavya nhi thi "
"ise apni akhari chetwani smje ap , aek aur glti aur apko mere kop se koi nhi bacha sakta"
Aarohi started sobbing .
"UTTAR DE HAME"
Aarohi kept sobbing .
Vikrant gently pinched her chin and nodded it up and down .
"Jab mai apse koi prasn karu to muje unke uttar chaiye , KYA MAI SPAST HU ?"
"ji Maharaj " Aarohi muttered
Vikrant was captivated , He was captivated by the red rims of her eyes ,of how her cheeks turned Scarlett when cried , how the pupil of her eyes dilated and how her face had a different sort of glow when she cried . It was a sight to behold for vikrant .
"Ap idhar aiaye aur vastr phene m hamari sahayata kare ."
"Ji ,Maharaj " Aarohi muttred and slowly headed towards him and picked up the sherwani .Vikrant parted his hands widely.
Aarohi slowly slipped the sleeves of the sherwani on his veiny bulked up arms , she could feel the heat of his body as she was standing too close to him . She felt as if she was burning up .The intensity of his gaze and the intimacy of the moment made her feel things .Things innocent naive Aarohi had never felt before . Her eyes were stuck on the wide naked expanse of his chest . Her fingers lightly kept brushing up on the hard slab like abs and she could feel Maharaj's heartbeat slowly increasing under her administration . His breathing became erratic and her breaths matched his pace and her heartbeat was in symphony of his . As if they were one .
"BAHAR JAIYE AP , ABHI ISI WAQT "
"kyu Maharaj , kya muj se bhul ho gyi h .Mujhe maf kar de Maharaj ."
"AP BAHAR JAIYE ABHI ISI WAQT ".
"Mujhe maf kar degiye ga " Araohi muttered and rushed outside .
Aarohi was preplexed . She felt something something she had never felt before .Something fundamental and something that shook her to the core . Yet , she felt incomplete as if something was missing . She knew what she felt was incomplete .A major of the fundamental part of it was missing .
Vikrant was hard .Vikrant was 'all the blood from his head has rushed to his groin' hard. Vikrant had some of the most beautiful women of Bharata at his disposal yet nobody ever effected his with the intensity this doe eyed beauty covered in bruises and wrapped in a simple pale saree did .He knew as he always did when he came across something priceless and indispensable .HE knew he had to keep her .
ENGLISH
"Maharaj , what are you saying ? I should dress you ?"
"Yes , am I not clear enough for you ? should I repeat myself ?"
" No-o no-o Mahraraj , I understand ."
"maybe , I am not clear enough or else you wouldn't disobey my orders again and again."
" Please forgive me Mahraraj , i was not my intention to disobey or disrespect you . Please forgive me "
"Consider this as your last warning . If you make one more mistake , nobody can save you from my wrath and I believe you are aware of my infamous punishments "Vikrant breathly muttered in her ears .
Aarohi started sobbing .
"ANSWER ME ."
Aarohi kept sobbing .
Vikrant gently pinched her chin and nodded it up and down .
"When I ask questions what I expect are answers .Am I clear ? Go on , nod this pretty little head of yours"
"Yes Maharaj " Aarohi nodded .
Vikrant was captivated , He was captivated by the red rims of her eyes ,of how her cheeks turned Scarlett when cried , how the pupil of her eyes dilated and how her face had a different sort of glow when she cried . It was a sight to behold for vikrant .
"Come here and help me dress up and I hope I won't have to repeat myself"
"Yes,Maharaj " Aarohi muttred and slowly headed towards him and picked up the sherwani .Vikrant parted his hands widely.
Aarohi slowly slipped the sleeves of the sherwani on his veiny bulked up arms , she could feel the heat of his body as she was standing too close to him . She felt as if she was burning up .The intensity of his gaze and the intimacy of the moment made her feel things .Things innocent naive Aarohi had never felt before . Her eyes were stuck on the wide naked expanse of his chest . Her fingers lightly kept brushing up on the hard slab like abs and she could feel Maharaj's heartbeat slowly increasing under her administration . His breathing became erratic and her breaths matched his pace and her heartbeat was in symphony of his . As if they were one .
"GET OUT , RIGHT NOW , OUT "
"why Maharaj , Did I make a mistake ? Please forgive me, Maharaj ."
"AM I NOT CLEAR ENOUGH ? GET OUT ".
"Please forgive me " Araohi muttered and rushed outside .
Aarohi was preplexed . She felt something something she had never felt before .Something fundamental and something that shook her to the core . Yet , she felt incomplete as if something was missing . She knew what she felt was incomplete .A major of the fundamental part of it was missing .
Vikrant was hard .Vikrant was 'all the blood from his head has rushed to his groin' hard. Vikrant had some of the most beautiful women of Bharata at his disposal yet nobody ever effected his with the intensity this doe eyed beauty covered in bruises and wrapped in a simple pale saree did .He knew as he always did when he came across something priceless and indispensable .HE knew he had to keep her .
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Sorry for the short and tedious chapter . currently ,My creative spark is just like my will to live , Dead . I'll try to do better .
Is this way better or should I stick to the old format ?
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