Malini who was a powerful socceress poured a golden essence on one of her Oracle eggs humming a chant, if it turned blue, the answer was positive but it turned red as she fumed and cursed under her breath when she learns that Aadrika was unsuccessful in her attempt to seduce and destroy king Tathya. She knew about the prophecy and hence created a diversion using her enchanted beasts to look like the work of a poisoned one to make it look like it wasn't Aadrika.
In the majestic court of King Tathya there resided Naksh, a nobleman with a reputation that was both polished and had a shadow of flaw beneath the surface. Tall and pleasing to the eyes, Naksh had a charisma that attracted both admirers and envious stares. In the court he was surrounded by attractive women, dancers, singers and beautiful courtesans. But his heart belonged to the unattainable; to a woman who didn't seem to have an eye for him, it was none other than Aadrika, whose beauty is said to rival that of celestial nymphs. However, three seductive courtesans, whose beauty was beyond description, represented temptation on Naksh's road. The first was Aksara, who drew men into depths of passion they could not acknowledge with, her silks that shimmered like morning dew on lustrous petals and her eyes like luminous pools of moonlit water. The sound of her laughter was like tinkling chimes on the gentle summer breeze, captivating the most sage minds.
Vasanki, the second enchantress, was a vision of ice and fire. Her hair cascaded in tresses of flame-kissed locks, and her glance could easily melt the frigid of hearts or freeze blazing souls. She swept through the court like a serpent, leaving a path of broken promises and murmurs in her wake. Her voice was a siren's song that Naksh could not ignore; it promised both pleasure and peril. Lalima, the third, was the epitome of mystery and attraction. She danced with an elegance that transcended earthly comprehension, clothed in veils that moved like smoke and eyes that held secrets of lost kingdoms. Her touch was whispered to bring both bliss and forgetfulness in equal measure; she was a seductress whose embrace could bring both heaven and hell.
The air in Naksh's dimly lit chambers was heavy with the fragrance of sandalwood and jasmine, where the flickering glow of oil lamps threw dancing shadows against silken motifs. Naksh lay back on cushions covered in elaborate designs, thinking of Aadrika, whose picture kept flashing before him like a mirage in the dessert. The three courtesans suddenly appeared in front of him as if they came from the mist like ethereal spirits, their presence commanding attention like a seductive symphony. Aksara was the first to move forward, moving with elegance and fluidity like she was a caress of a fragrant breeze. There were hints of skin that seemed to glimmer with an ethereal quality through her garment, which was a dainty covering that clung to her curves like floating mist on water. She approaches Naksh and running her fingers in a light tease she brushes his arm suggestively. Taking his arm she wraps around her waist. He tightens his hold as she gasps and watches him with open mouth and heavy eyes as he unhooks her bejeweled waist band, which jingles as it falls to the floor. He reaches to bite her lower lip in passion.
An image of opposing allure, Vasanki, came next. Her ornate red outfit, which covered her curvaceous figure like a cloak of passion, was audacious and provocative that matched the colour of blood. Her face possessed a mixture of danger and mischief as her hair cascaded in waves of flaming tendrils. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she inched closer to Naksh with her shiny nose ring that accentuated her slim nostrils, her fingertips lightly grazing his torso, creating a path of warmth that stoked a long-simmering flame inside of him. She tugged at the threads of his kurta that held the overlay on his chest, exposing his manly chest, she leaves a trail of slow and warm kisses down his midriff while nuzzling with the hair on his expansive chest. He reaches to grab her breast seductively as she lets out a cry of pleasure.
The mysterious enchantress Lalima completed the trio. She moved with a fluid ease that appeared to defy earthly bounds, veiling herself in layers of sheer fabric that left very less to Naksh's imagination. Her eyes, were deep with lust, told of unmet dreams. They also conveyed a sense of wisdom and sorrow. When she sung her song of seduction, her voice sounded like a tune from a bygone era, spinning tales of desire and love that entangled Naksh's mind. The courtesans encircled Naksh collectively, their presence a symphony of smells, sights, and sounds that consumed his senses.
Their breath mixed with Naksh's in an enticing dance of temptation and want as they approached nearer, their bare bodies entwining, their hands caressing his skin like soft breezes. At that very moment, Naksh found himself perilously close to the line between betrayal and passion, between the three enchantresses vying for his heart and the unachievable Aadrika haunting his lonely nights. He knew she wanted to break his penance, as he had his hand maiden follow her on that day and every day. He had to know why, she was an outsider after all. She seemed to have ulterior motives he was sure. He had to find a way to trap her or save her so that she becomes his, he thought. The very thought about her sent a rush of ecstasy through his whole being. He could always sense that Aadrika had something for Tathya but seeing that Tathya had something for her was a revelation and the bad omen was the silver lining as he could make good use of this. He longed for her even though he was surrounded by beautiful women who could please him in unimaginable ways.
Vasanki took his hardened length in her mouth in a tease, first tasting him with the tip of her tongue and then licking his length, she took him in, slowly lapping up his seed. Naksh groaned as he thought of Aadrika around him, her soft lips around his manhood. He slowly snaked his palm between Aksara's legs to reach her soft core, she moaned, arching her back. He entered her with a couple of fingers then three and stroked her wetness with four. Her jaw dropped and body trembled at his touch.
Lalima sat on his face as his tongue traced the contours of her throbbing core and nibbled at her stiff nub to watch her shudder and cry. His other palm twisted her breast, while pinching her dark nipples between his thumb and palm.
Naksh slept among crumpled sheets as dawn broke, its golden hues filtering through the lattice windows, his mind a turbulent sea of conspiracy and need. The courtesans had left as quietly as they had arrived, leaving just the aftertaste of jasmine and an enduring doubt in Naksh's mind: that no matter who is in bed with him what they do to him, he will never be satisfied. All he wanted was Aadrika and only she would quench his thirst.
