Rakshash Aur Rajkumari (The Devil And The Princess) 🔞✔

9•चूड़ा

As Rudraksha emerged from the bedroom clad in his nightclothes, he was met with the sight of a pristine room and Ambika diligently drying her hands with a towel. A pang of guilt tugged at his conscience as he realized that she had taken care of the cleanup all by herself.

"Why did you do it all by yourself? I could have helped you," he offered, genuine concern coloring his words as he regretted not lending a hand to Ambika.

In response, Ambika's voice was barely above a whisper, her gaze once again cast downwards. "Why would you? You already came from outside. I was inside doing nothing so it doesn't matter," she replied, her words tinged with a sense of resignation.

Rudraksha felt a twinge of discomfort at her response, a flicker of frustration at her reluctance to accept help. Yet, he knew better than to press the issue, understanding that Ambika needed space to navigate her own emotions.

Pushing aside his thoughts, Rudraksha chose instead to respect Ambika's boundaries, offering her the freedom to handle things in her own way. As he watched her continue with her tasks, he resolved to be more attentive to her needs in the future.

"I will take the couch to sleep and you can take the bed,"Rudraksha announced.

As Rudraksha settled onto the couch, his offer for Ambika to take the bed seemed to fill her with anxiety and discomfort. She quickly protested, insisting that he should be the one to take the bed as it was his home. How can Rudraksha sleep on the couch it's too small for him!

"Why? No no! I will take the couch, you can take the bed. It's very uncomfortable to sleep on the couch," she pleaded, her words filled with unease.

Rudraksha's frustration began to simmer as he listened to Ambika's insistence. "Exactly, that's why I'm telling you to take the bed. You can't sleep on the couch," he countered, his tone firm.

But Ambika refused to back down, her sense of propriety and duty compelling her to insist otherwise. "No, I can't do that. This is your home. You should be the one occupying the bed," she reasoned, her voice tinged with guilt.

Rudraksha's anger flared at her words, his frustration boiling over as he approached Ambika with determination. "What do you mean by that?! This is also your home. In fact, this is yours more than it is mine, especially considering I'll be spending most of my time outside working," he retorted, his voice laced with frustration and exasperation.

Ambika's heart raced with fear and self-doubt as she watched Rudraksha's frustration boil over. In that moment, her mind became a whirlwind of self-critical thoughts, each one a sharp jab at her own insecurities.

'I'm so stupid,' she thought, her inner voice filled with self-loathing. 'Why did I have to say something so dumb? Now Rudraksha will hate me for sure.'

Her hands trembled slightly as she stammered out an apology, her voice barely above a whisper. "O-Okay, I-I am sorry," she murmured, her gaze fixed on the floor as she struggled to contain her overwhelming sense of shame and inadequacy.

Rudraksha's heart softened as he witnessed Ambika's distress, a pang of guilt washing over him for causing her discomfort. Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat, his voice gentle as he sought to reassure her.

"No need to apologize," he began, his words a soothing balm to Ambika's frazzled nerves. "Let's... Let's sleep together in our room."

As Rudraksha made his suggestion, Ambika's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her mind swirling with a flurry of naughty thoughts at the idea of sharing a bed with him. The image of them cuddling under a warm blanket sent a rush of heat to her cheeks, her heart fluttering with anticipation.