ruhanika Pratap Singh : After 7 generation the royal family of pratapgarh was bless with a daughter... Who was considerate as noting but the blessings of goodness Durga... From household to arts , from horse riding to sword fighting , from knowledg...
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Ruhanika ...
Lost in my thoughts, i just slipped on the wet floor of bathing chamber... And then there was sudden uche in my ankle as a small whimper of pain left my mouth almost like an moan and the hand caging my waist only tighten their hold on me...
I could feel my heart getting fast as i unknowingly lean towards a wet yet hot body, my eyes still lost in him, feeling his warmth and the pain in my ankle smoothen when he just lifted me in his arms and my hands unknowingly move to hold his shoulder. he was alluring, with his long wet hair and hazel green eyes. I found myself getting hypnotize by him.. everytime... and with his half naked body I was felling wet...
"Y-yuvraj" I whisper still in his daze when he place me on a wooden cauch placed in bathing chamber.., when a droplet from his wet hairs fell on my lips follow by another one... Stiff, i was as I sense the movement of that droplet travelling from my small chin to a slender neck and later getting inside the white clothes wrapped around my naked body, travelling between my blossoms it get lost in my mid-riff.... I feel it, the wetness of droplet, his burning gaze on me and my shivering body... and for a moment i forget I was just in white cloth wrapped around me, by shoulders, thighs were barely covered but that was not issue, right ?.. when he just has devoured me last night I don't think I am supposed to hide my body from him.. from my husband.. who himself was half naked freshly bath looking delicious like ever.... With his bare upper body I hardly control myself to go and biet him...
"aahhh... Y-yuvraj"
No, not a moan but a Little whimper of me when he try to twisted my ankle with his veiny hand... I try to take my ankle back respectfully with two reasons, first I was in pain and second he was my husband he shouldn't touch my foot and in them there was third reason also which was hidden shyness in me who still was begging me to compose myself.... but my hormones has another plan for tonight...
