Meenakshi

C41: United forever

Aditya was finally done with his work for the day. Aditya stretched and smiled as his gaze fell on Meenakshi who was completely involved in the scripts she was preparing. She had taken it upon herself to educate and train women of the kingdom and now she was busy planning and preparing everything. Aditya got up from his seat and walked towards her. He stood behind her and bent forward to place a kiss on her cheek, making her gasp in surprise and happiness. "Adityaa." She chided playfully at his gesture.

"I believe it's time for us to head to our room and retire." He whispered, making her giggle.

"I shall be there." She said, wrapping up her work.

"Then, I shall wait here." He said, as he sat on the table, facing her, looking at her while she closed her books and packed her things.

"Aren't you becoming too clingy?" She asked.

"Clingy?" He asked, holding his hand out for her to take as they exited the room, nodding at the guards.

"Yes. I heard that the king has never been so distracted as he has been these days." She playfully spoke. Aditya left her hand and wrapped it around her waist pulling her close.

"I can't help myself when you are around and whenever you are not. If it's you, then you consume me and when you are not here, it's your thoughts. What can a man do after all? He is a devotee of his wife." Aditya sensually whispered in her ears. Meenakshi giggled.

"Hmm. Someone's pretty good at words." She continued with her words.

"Well I have to be, someone's an exception always." He added.

They entered their chambers and headed to the changing rooms to get onto something comfortable to sleep. They changed into something lighter so that they could sleep. "Aditya." She called from inside. Aditya hummed as he entered her side of the room. He found her struggling with the strings of her blouse. "Can you help me?" She asked, as she heard his footsteps.

"I–I" He sighed and went ahead to open the knots of her blouse.

His fingers caressed the soft skin of her neck as he trailed his fingers lowers to reach the first knot. He slowly tried to untie the knot. Unable to do so, he bent forward and took the knot between his teeth, his nose touching her back, his hot breath fanning her neck. Meenakshi shivered in response and Aditya clenched his fist. He helped himself with his fingers unclasping the knot. Meenakshi clutched her saree tightly as she tried to keep her composure. "Aditya." She moaned, feeling butterflies erupt in her stomach and clenched her legs tightly together.

Aditya only breathed harder as he tried to control himself and his friend who was now growing hard to get a taste of her. He managed to open one and found that there were three more. Knowing that his patience was wearing thin, he turned her to face him and found her flushed. He smirked seeing her reaction. She had her eyes shut unable to bear the torture of his assaults. Aditya placed his index and thumb finger beneath her chin and lifted her face. She opened her eyes to see him. His forehead had slight traces of sweat and he was breathing heavily. She lowered her gaze unable to meet his heated sight only to find that he was bare from the top and his dhoti that he had changed into had hung very low on his waist, almost giving her a peek of his manhood.

Meenakshi gasped as she took in his form and slowly lifted her gaze to meet him. He was still staring at her with the same intensity. Aditya slowly bent forward, as close as his lips were touching hers. She bent back with him unable to bear the heat his body was radiating. She placed her hand on his chest to support herself and as soon as they met, both of them let out a shuddering breath at the contact. Aditya continued to bend forward and Meenakshi pressed her hands harder. Aditya leaned back and looked into her eyes as he straightened himself. His left hand wandered down until it got a hold of her soft skin on her waist and pulled her closer. Meenakshi could feel his manhood brushing against her thighs and she let out a soft moan. Aditya's right hand slid to her back, to her blouse where she was trapped. She gasped and dug her nails into his chest when a cool object touched her back. She writhed against him as Aditya dragged the knife he had retrieved, against her back, to tear the knots.