The Fire In Her Eyes

XII

The bright rays of the sun peeked through the balcony doors of Mohana's room yet she laid still in her bed, wide awake, not having caught a wink of sleep ever since the deviant prince had paid her a visit. He had left through the balcony after making his bold claim on her, leaving her with a flurry of thoughts and awakenings. 

Mohana was more than awake after her encounter with Rudra. Her interaction with him had flood open a door full of unexperienced emotions. Mohana's hands unknowingly clutched her sheets tightly as she was reminded of her intimate interaction with Prince Rudra. Mohana wasn't unaware of the physical intimacies between a man and a woman. She knew what went down between a man and a woman when a baby was supposed to be made. Mohana had been in the Grand library searching for a book on medicinal herbs when she had stumbled upon the book of kamasutra (an ancient Indian Hindu Sanskrit text on sexuality, eroticism and emotional fulfillment in life). Being a naive young girl, she had shut the book in surprise and embarrassment as she read the first few pages. It was quite uncommon for maidens to know how a sexual dynamic between a man and woman was so she was quite surprised to discover that it wasn't the supernatural who gifted a couple with a child. Besides the exposure to the Kamasutra, Mohana had read a couple of the romance novellas that Daksha read all the time and it was safe to say Daksha was not at all innocent as she appeared. 

Her breath quickened as she thought about how the prince had touched her, leaving her desiring for more. She clenched her legs together, feeling a slick wetness down there. Mohana wasn't unfamiliar with her body; she knew there were some days she felt aroused but she hadn't been bold enough to act on it. She had read multiple romance novels where the female protagonist had satisfied herself but Mohana had never ached this much for a touch before. She sucked in a breath as she shut her eyes close, trying not to fantasize about him. Visuals of her body beneath him, his hands roaming across her body, slowly touching her, driving her over the edge flashed across her mind and she cursed her plagued mind for it. 

Mohana abruptly got up and groaned, feeling awfully frustrated, not knowing how to deal with her new desires. She walked towards the door and called out to her guards. It was considered highly inappropriate for a man to view a lady in her nightwear unless  he was her husband but Rudra had barged into her quarters like he had every right to look at her in her nightwear. It was scandalous for a man to even touch a maiden without intimacy but Rudra had crossed those lines so daringly. Mohana was more ashamed of herself for being so responsive to his touch; she could have screamed for help and the guards would've have barged in but why didn't she? Why did she let him touch her like that?

Because she enjoyed every second of it.

And that scared her to no bounds. 

"Tell the maids to prepare for my bath."

"Ji Rajkumari(Yes, Princess)", The guards responded through the door. 

Soon a bunch of maids walked in her bathroom with buckets of hot water to fill her bath.

"Are you feeling unwell?", Daksha asked as she walked inside her quarters and held a hand against her forehead to check for an unusual temperature.

"What? No, I feel rather fine", Mohana said as she pulled her hand away.

"How are you up so early then?", Daksha asked as she giggled.

Mohana rolled her eyes at her antiques and stood up.

"Ekant", She murmured and dispersed the other maids.

Daksha helped her strip and Mohana finally sighed in relief as the hot water relaxed her tense muscles. As much as she wanted to share her recent encounter with Daksha, Mohana chose not to. What happened between the Prince and her felt too intimate to be shared with anyone. Besides, a prince in a princess's quarters in the dead of night was too scandalous. Although she trusted Daksha, it would be better for it to remain a secret, at least until she had figured out a way to deal with the devil.