Rakshash Aur Rajkumari (The Devil And The Princess)

🔞 36•कामः

Ambika stood before the wooden gate of Rudraksha's room, her heart heavy with anticipation. Her mind raced, trying to prepare for what might come next.

Her sharp red nails grazed over the small rose carvings on the door, contemplating whether to knock or not.

"Why would it matter?" she reasoned to herself. "He doesn't even deserve respect."

With a determined grip, she grasped the copper metal handle of the door and flung it open, the weight of her breath heavy in the tense silence as she stepped into the dark room.

Her eyes strained to adjust to the darkness as she took slow steps towards the bed. The faint light filtering in from outside cast a shadow on the bed, indicating that someone was sitting there.

As she approached, she noticed his piercing eyes, deep pools of chocolate staring back at her. The pungent smell of weed hung heavy in the air, and she observed the glow of the burning weed stick in the dimly lit room.

"You smell like Jasmine and sandalwood," his deep voice reverberated through the room, causing her heart to race.

The door closed on its own, plunging the room into total darkness. We aren't scared of the dark, we are scared of the unknown of what's going to come next and who is lurking inside it.

"Are you scared of darkness, Princess?" he inquired.

Rather than answering, she redirected the conversation. "Why don't we focus on why we're here?"

"The darkness is the essence of your husband's life. Death, killing, torture, and no mercy- that's who your husband is," he stated.

She sighed, her patience waning. "Can we just end this already?"

His laughter echoed in the darkness, leaving her perplexed. "Oh my God! Is my wife impatient? So aroused that she can't wait?" he teased.

She chewed her lip in embarrassment.

"Fine, as my wife wishes. There's a lantern beside you. Can you light it up and come towards me?" he requested.

With steady hands, she searched for a matchstick, igniting it to reveal the glass lantern nearby. Quickly lighting it, she grasped the lantern and held it aloft.

As the glow illuminated the room, she approached Rudraksha, her heart pounding in her chest with each step.

A shiver ran down her spine as the light revealed his face, his eyes bloodshot from the intoxication of weed, adding to his intimidating aura.

She moved closer, maintaining unbroken eye contact. His damp hair suggested he had recently showered, draped in a black Benarasi shawl over his upper body with black trousers. The scent of spices and citrus emanated from him, adding to his masculine presence.

She sighed as he flashed his million-dollar smile, his eyes gleaming with innocence as if he hadn't just blackmailed her.

"Why are you so happy?" she asked, her gaze uninterested.

"I'm a lucky man to have you as my wife," his words stirred a flutter of butterflies in her stomach, feeling like a dream come true. "Your soft skin, plump lips, eyes like a doe's, and a nose as sharp as temple carvings.His gaze moved towards her waist, "Your curves, reminiscent of the hills of Shivaay Kul," he whispered, causing her breath to hitch.

"But what pains my heart is the absence of sindoor in your head," he sighed disappointedly, his gaze falling on the parting of her hair.

Her eyes widened as he suddenly rose and approached her, swiftly enveloping her waist and guiding her to a corner of the room. The warm glass lantern was the only barrier between their bodies as they stopped in front of a dressing table.