Saundarya ~ The Epitome Of Sacrifice

EPILOGUE- The Union

I know...I am sorry, but I was dead with pain and suffering..okay...very exaggerating..I was sick, okay..SICK....FEVER, COUGH ,BODY PAIN AND A DISLOCATED JAW, I cannot even speak.....YEAH>THIS CONDITION CAN BETTER BE CALLED DEAD..SO I WAS LATE..SORRY

WARNING: 16+ UPDATE

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Saundarya's POV,

I saw it, a tear that fell through his face, caressing the cheeks I was supposed to colour with my love, for him. I never understood how and when I fell so in love with him, that maybe I would have never if I was still stuck in Venkatesh Garh. I could finally call someone else as my Kanavan [husband] now.

A streak of red vermilion across the parting of my hair, a new feeling, a different and fresh beginning with vintage and old love, never dying of, the mangalsutra along my neck a prove of our love but what gleamed was the emerald-lotus he gave. It stood out against my skin, with his green on the gold carved lotus, a delicate thin locket, and I couldn't be any happier. I got him, the one I always wanted.

I sat there, on the bed, the skirt of my lehenga spread out, my lower lip caged by my lip, as my teeth nibbled onto it, anticipation and nervousness, maybe a little fear too was present around me, covering me up in its blanket. It was our wedding night, the Suhaagraat with which I was teased but only I knew how much of a storm was going on in my stomach. Something cold was dropping inside of me each time I took a breath in, and patience was bundled up in each pores of my body. My eyes raked through the door each time, a thought of wanting to see him in the back of my mind, but my heart was constricting each time I exhaled my breath and all I could chant was of his names, of Mahadev.

[those who thought she was chanting raj's name...comment please...Dirty minded people...ALL HAIL]

Hey Mahadev!! My wait has begun, just send him already and break this anticipation..Not that I am desperate!

My eyes were closed, this was the second time I was in his room, it was all decorated, with rose petals, a glass of milk on the side table and my stomach growled with hunger. My hand went to the glass of milk but then I brought it back. He must be hungry too, I thought. But my stomach again gnawed at the existence of my brainly morals. I picked up the copper glass and looked at the milk, mabe drinking half of it. The glass was so big I had to hold it with both my hands. With a chug I gulped down half of the contents of the cold milk and then took deep breaths. As I opened my eyes which had somehow closed at the feeling of the cold milk going down my throat, I saw a smirking rather 'someone' in front of me. I shivered immediately at his presence, and took a deep inhale which I regretted immediately because all I could smell now was him, his universe, his strained biceps and abs and his broad chest and arms folded against his chest.

He didn't even give me time to explain before latching his lips onto mine and giving my hair a jerk, making me melt against his body, my hands against his warm covered chest, his hands wrapped around the ends of my hair, as he rolled them up. A deep growl left his mouth as he left me.

Our foreheads were joined together as he slowly muttered,

"Uṉakku pacikkiṟatā Aṉpu?" [Are you hungry Love?]

I shook my head, a nod, still shook with the most exhilarating and awaiting kiss that he ever did, urgency and need for desire almost straining his face, and the momentary jaw clenches giving him away.

Teasing him would be good, I thought and I pushed him onto the bed a little, lying by his side. I put my hands against his chest, drawing a few comforting circles on them.