𝕊𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ 𝕀ℕ 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝕃𝔻 {𝙼𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙻}

62. Love and other complicated feelings

It had been about three days since Saag had left. I was hoping that all three of them made it back safely.

Musing in the thoughts, I looked out into the roofscape panorama below me, countless huts and hill top houses scattered in the city, with welcome interruptions from the step farms.

I felt two hands snake themselves to my chest and a head being kept onto my shoulder.

I raised my own to frame her hands.

"What is it? Is there something amiss dear wife? " I hung my head back in bliss.

" No, I'm fine. I just missed you. " She whispered, her words hidden in the concavity of my shoulders.

"Really? But you had just gone to the markets." I chiacked my wife, who laughed melodiously.

"Why Swami, didn't you come and do the same after being in the court all day yesterday. " She jibed back, hands tugging on tighter.

" I did, but my dear, that's because you're the swamini of my heart. " I answered softly, rubbing my thumbs against her hands.

"Well, you're the swami of mine. " She answered, finally turning me around. My hands made their way around her waist to hold her close as hers reinstated themselves onto my shoulders.

(INTIMACY AHEAD. NOT EXPLICIT.READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED)

" So, what are your plans for today? " She asked, placing her head against my heart.

"Well, we were about to leave on a trip-"

"Where to! " She jumped up excitedly knocking her head into my chin.

"Aah! " I rubbed at my sore jaw.

"Sorry! " She exclaimed, looking around to figure out how to heal the pain when I caught her arms and brought her back to me.

"Do you know we have a saying in Kaliyug. We say it to infants. " I asked her, looking into her caramel brown eyes.

"N-no. What is it? " She asked, simultaneously wanting to move away yet stay right where she was.

" It says, to heal an injury, we kiss it better. Won't you heal me my love? " I whispered into her ears and she let out a breathy sigh.

"I-s-sure." She answered back, I had to strain my ears to be able to listen to her.

She stood on her tip toes and I could feel the hesitation roll off her body in waves.

"It's alright. I'll just apply -" I was stopped in my attempt to soothe her by the press of her soft lips against my chin, slow, yet sure kisses, trailing either side of my mandible.

Each press brought a new feeling of peace, yet excitement to me, as I was now able to sense even more, the silky brush of her saree against my shoulders as she leaned over to the other side. My ears picked up on the tinkling of her beautiful bangles and that darned scent of jasmine. It would be the end of me.

"There. It should be healed now. " She whispered,backing down to her feet, looking up at me with wide, blown eyes, her pupils seemed to have enlarged, for I could see more of the black than the caramel in her eyes,her breath fast and rapid... I knew because I felt the rapid rise and fall of her own chest against my own.

"Oh? I still feel some pain, maybe he-"

"Yuvraj? Maharaj is calling you to the sabha urgently. "

It was as if someone had dunked a pail of ice on the two of us, we pulled back and I sighed.