Rakshash Aur Rajkumari (The Devil And The Princess)

27•स्वप्न

(18+ sexual content ahead)

Rudraksha strolled into the airport from the VIP section, exuding an air of casual elegance. He wore a fitted black T-shirt that accentuated his physique, paired with white track pants. A stylish hat adorned his head, and he shielded his eyes behind sleek black sunglasses. In his hand, he carried a Louis Vuitton duffle bag, a symbol of his refined taste.

A group of air hostesses and stewards attended to him, guiding him toward his private jet with deference. Inside the luxurious cabin, he settled onto a plush sofa seat and fastened his seatbelt as the plane prepared for takeoff.

As the aircraft soared above the clouds, Rudraksha gazed lazily out the window, feeling the weight of fatigue settle upon him. With a sigh, he decided to indulge in a quick nap, allowing the gentle hum of the plane to lull him into slumber.

Rudraksha's breath hitched as he plunged deeper into Ambika, the sight of her lust-filled expression and her body quivering beneath him adding fuel to the fire of his desire. "Mmm... Yes... Just like that," she moaned.

Rudraksha moaned in response, intensifying his pace as he felt the heat between their bodies building. "Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his eyes locked onto Ambika's, reveling in the exchange of passionate energy.

Ambika appeared extremely beautiful and gorgeous as he moaned his name,"Rudra... Rudra please..." her eyes closed in pleasure, her lips swollen by the kiss they have shared and her soft body melting in his touch.

The muscles in Rudraksha's arms flexed as he held on tighter to Ambika, feeling his climax approaching rapidly. "I'm close, baby," he growled, his hips bucking wildly as he lost himself in the ecstasy of their lovemaking.

"Maa! Papa!" They heard the little voice of a girl and panicked, quickly covering themselves with the blanket as the door opened. In walked a little girl, clutching a toy teddy bear.

"What are you doing?" she asked innocently, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Nothing, baby. What happened?" Ambika stuttered, trying to regain her composure.

"Bhai is not playing with me!" she complained, her disappointment evident in her voice.

Before he could respond, Rudraksha's eyes flickered open, and he gradually became aware that he had been dreaming. As he surveyed his surroundings, the realization dawned on him that he was alone on a plane.

A profound sense of emptiness washed over him, like someone was slicing through his heart. It was a sensation foreign to him, leaving him feeling hollow and adrift.

Moments later, an air hostess approached him. "Hello, do you need something, sir?" she inquired politely.

"Yes, can I get some water?" he requested.

"Of course," she replied before departing to fulfill his request.

Alone with his thoughts, Rudraksha couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that lingered from his dream. How could he dream of such a bizarre and forbidden scenario involving him and Ambika? The guilt and anger surged within him, battling against the confusing emotions stirring beneath the surface.

The remnants of the dream played out in Rudraksha's mind like a horror movie, causing him to cringe with discomfort. Who was that girl? Why did it feel like she belonged to him and Ambika?

The notion of having a child had never crossed his mind before, so why did it suddenly appeared in his mind? And why did the dream depict him and Ambika as a loving, married couple?

The most troubling aspect was how he found himself enjoying those intimate moments in the dream. He disliked the entire scenario, and the fact that he derived pleasure from it and that he was enjoying every moment of the dream, despite his discomfort. It was a conflicting and unsettling experience, leaving him questioning his own desires and emotions.