The Maharaja And I : Inspired by Bridgerton

Prologue

Spices, scents and sweat filled the air as the Maharaja and his newest concubine found themselves alone under the glow of silver moonlight.

Their bodies were painted with shadows from the swaying silk canopy overhead, barely concealing their every movement.

This was a moment stolen from time itself; a forbidden tryst that sent shivers down both their spines.

She untied the knot on his pajama pants, pulling them down. Her hands roamed freely over his strong chest, tracing patterns that made him shudder in delight.

His own fingers dug into her hips, urging her to take him - right then and there.

The delicate silk canopy only allowed teasing glimpses of the stars beyond, adding an intoxicating mystique as the Maharaja found himself taking to his golden bed once again - the fiery maiden adorned with strokes of henna.

The bed beneath them creaked ominously as they moved together in this rhythm of lustful abandonment, their breaths heavy and ragged.

Without warning, he pulled her up by the hair and roughly pressed her against the nearby tent wall. She moaned loudly into his mouth.

The Maharaja and his newest concubine found themselves thick with desire as they swayed together to an ancient melody played on exotic instruments.

Their bodies were painted with sweat that mingled with the heady scent of jasmine in the warm night air, their skin glistening under the soft light.

The Maharaja's hands roamed over her curves, exploring every inch of her supple body, while she moaned in approval. Her own hands delved deeper, teasing him.

She leaned in and sucked on his earlobe, nipping it playfully before licking her way down his neck. His muscles tensed under her touch as hunger coursed through him like wildfire.

The silk canopy overhead swayed gently as they moved together, casting mysterious shadows across their entwined forms. Stars twinkled beyond the sheer fabric, adding to the enchanting atmosphere around them.

It was only as the sun crested over the horizon, bathing the room in golden light, the Maharaja turned away from his temporary solace, his fingers trailing over the small of her back, leaving a trail of coolness in their wake.

The Maharaja's heart thudded against his chest as he pushed himself away from the scent of jasmine, reluctantly tearing himself away from the embrace of his latest henna-palmed conquest.

His breath came in heavy gasps, his body craved more time with her, but duty called. The large golden bed creaked beneath him as he climbed off, his muscles protesting the sudden lack of contact.

Suryadev ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair and tried to regain his composure, but it was difficult in the heat of the moment.

His eyes lingered on the raven-haired beauty who laid naked on the bed before him—her glowing skin flushed with desire—as he straightened his princely attire and adjusted his turban.

Every morning for weeks now, the Maharaja and his concubine had been sneaking away for these rare moments together. With each passing night, their moments together only grew more blissful.

The Maharaja's heart raced as he slipped into the bathing pools. Cool water washed away beads of sweat and the lingering scent of jasmine—but it could not cleanse the anger or the pain of betrayal in his soul.

As he submerged himself in the refreshing waters of the bathing pools, the Maharaja's mind was consumed with conflicting emotions. The soothing jasmine scent and cool water could not wash away the anger and betrayal that burned within him. His sleepless nights were a testament to the pain in his heart.

But as he soaked, he couldn't help but wonder - would he ever be able to heal from this? And more importantly, would his seething anger destroy everything he had worked to build for his Kingdom?