The Forbidden Marriage

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(Skip this chapter if you are under 18, this chapter will contain detailed sexual scenes/smut because Trishul and Minakshi also deserves it 😗🌝 btw I am extremely bad with writing smut so I have taken some help from AI 💀)

In the heart of the great forest surrounding Durga Palace, the dense canopy overhead allowed only slivers of sunlight to penetrate, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. The air was alive with the earthy scent of moss and the distant sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds. Among the towering trees and the thick underbrush, two magnificent horses charged forward, their hooves thundering against the ground, sending up sprays of soil and fallen leaves.

The first horse, a majestic black stallion, moved with powerful grace, its muscular form glistening with a sheen of sweat. Gold jewellery adorned the horse's head and neck, with intricately designed bridles and reins sparkling as they caught the light.

Riding the black horse was Trishul, wearing a white dhoti with gold embroidery, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame as he maneuvered through the forest. An uttariya, also embroidered with gold, draped across his broad shoulders, fluttering with the speed of his ride. His bare torso, adorned with gold jewellery, gleamed in the intermittent sunlight. Thick gold necklaces, armbands, and bracelets encircled his body, the designs intricate and befitting his royal status. A smile played on his lips, his eyes filled with a competitive glint as he glanced back at Minakshi.

Minakshi rode the second horse, a stunning white mare, its coat almost ethereal against the backdrop of the forest. Like the stallion, the mare was decorated with gold jewellery, the bridles and reins shimmering with detailed artistry. The contrast of the black and white horses racing through the greenery was striking, their movements synchronized and harmonious.

Minakshi herself was a vision of determination and grace. She wore a soft purple saree, the fabric flowing like liquid silk around her as she rode. The saree was elegantly draped, accentuating her form while allowing her the freedom to move with the horse's gallop. Her hair, unbound, streamed behind her in a cascade of glossy black waves, blending with the wind's whispers. Gold jewellery adorned her as well along with pearl chains, from delicate chains in her hair to elaborate necklaces that rested against her collarbone. Her wrists were encircled with bangles, and her fingers glittered with rings.

Her eyes, sharp and determined, were fixed on Trishul ahead of her. Every muscle in her body was attuned to the rhythm of the ride, her posture both regal and ready for the challenge. As she leaned forward, urging her mare to go faster, her saree's pallu fluttered behind her like a banner of victory waiting to be claimed.

Trishul glanced over his shoulder, his smile widening as he saw Minakshi closing the distance. His eyes twinkled with playful challenge, his laughter mingling with the sound of their horses' hooves. With a swift motion, he urged his stallion to greater speed, the powerful animal responding with a surge of energy that momentarily increased the gap between them.

But Minakshi was undeterred. Her eyes narrowed, her resolve hardening. She leaned even closer to her horse, her voice a soft murmur of encouragement. The mare, as if understanding the unspoken command, quickened its pace, muscles rippling under its gleaming coat. The forest seemed to blur around her as she focused solely on her husband ahead.

Soon, the soft sound of a flowing river reached their ears, prompting both riders to slow their pace. The rhythmic pounding of hooves eased to a gentle trot as they neared the forest's edge. Emerging from the dense greenery, they found themselves on the serene bank of the sacred Ganga River. The water sparkled under the morning sun, casting a peaceful aura over the scene.

"I won," Trishul declared with a triumphant smile as he brought his stallion to a halt.

Minakshi, her eyes twinkling with mischief, smirked and swiftly maneuvered her mare to race toward Trishul's horse. In a playful move, the mare nudged the stallion, catching Trishul off guard and sending him tumbling into the river.