Minister's Possession

Embers of Passion

Ambika Singh was seething with rage. Imagine an anime character with steam billowing from their ears, teeth clenched so tightly you could almost hear them grind, and fingers curling into a tight, trembling fist. Her fury was palpable, radiating off her in waves that seemed almost visible. It was as if her entire body had become a vessel for her anger, every muscle tensed and ready to lash out.

"Why wasn't I informed, Father?" she demanded, her voice quivering with barely contained fury. "When this was being discussed, why wasn't I summoned? Why did Minister Vinaay go out there alone? What if the place poses danger for him?" Her breathing was heavy, each word coming out in an angry rush as her frustration mounted.

"He didn't go alone," her father responded, making her frown in confusion. "He took his wife with him to the village."

If she had been angry before, now her whole body burned with anger and jealousy.

"He took that... that girl... along with him? That good-for-nothing charity case? Urgh!" she spat, her voice dripping with disdain.

"It's not that girl, Ambika; it's his wife," her father intervened, his tone firm but laced with a touch of patience. "I know you are fond of Minister Vinaay, but it was his decision to marry her. Don't forget he declined marrying you when I offered your hand. It's better if you accept it," Minister Pushpendra said, trying to make his daughter understand. But Ambika was too far gone in her head; she wasn't ready to listen or understand.

"He didn't know me at that time, Father," she said, her voice rising in desperation. "He hadn't met me before. Now he knows me, and I believe he likes me. He's just too nice to make a move and too loyal to admit it. He's sacrificing his own happiness for that good-for-nothing girl just because she served the Queen and took care of her," Ambika argued, her eyes searching her father's face for understanding. But all she found was disappointment. "I like Minister Vinaay a lot, Father. You know he is a good man and has wealth. There is no better guy for me than him."

"He is already married, Ambika, and I am not letting you pursue this nonsense," her father pressed, his voice growing more stern. "He is a good guy, but he doesn't want to marry you."

"I will make him want to marry me," she declared, her voice filled with stubborn determination. "I don't care if he leaves her or not, but I am not leaving him. I like him a lot, Father. If Mother were alive, she would understand me," Ambika said, her voice softening as she played the emotional card. Her father's face softened, and he sighed deeply.

Minister Pushpendra shook his head, his heart heavy with concern and disbelief. unable to believe he was going to let her walk down a path that would lead to nothing but destruction.

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The hand around her waist tightened, and Veena was pulled against the firm chest of her husband. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, peppering soft kisses along her neck and shoulder. His hands moved up from her waist, touching her just below her breast line before they slowly started to play with the hooks of her blouse. One by one, three hooks were snapped open. A shiver ran down her spine as his naked palm connected with her bare breast, squeezing gently and eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips.

Veena's breath hitched as her husband's touch sent waves of sensation through her body. His kisses became more fervent, trailing up her neck and to her ear, where he whispered sweet nothings that made her heart race. His hands, warm and exploring, cupped her breasts, his fingers teasing her sensitive skin and sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing through her.