The presence of Aadrika evoked a longing that ensnared King Tathya, the sovereign of realms drenched in luxurious magnificence. He was surrounded by a great palace with carvings that talked of victories and conquests, but his mind was always drawn to the times he spent with Aadrika—a love that was unsaid but left in the gentle lines of stray looks and fleeting touches. Tathya remembered the warmth of her palm on his, the softness of her breath mingling with his own, in the quiet passageways where shadows danced to the rhythm of unfulfilled dreams. He recalls her touch, such that when her finger tips grazed the petals of Lotus blooms, it coaxed perfumed secrets from their tender hearts. Their hearts beat in unison, their fates intertwine. Their union of spirits in a dance of need and passion was an intense love that went beyond simple physicality. As their gaze locked in the crowded court of the palace, the longing they felt for each other surfaced, consuming them, possessing them. They were drawn towards each other like moths to flame. Their gaze held a silent promise, a hope that they belonged with each other, that they will find a way back to each other. That they are always together.
Beneath the gaze of the afternoon sun, Tathya follows Aadrika into the perfumed garden, treading her path, tracing her touch and even touching her touch. With a heaving chest she reaches to touch the stream of a waterfall and the gleaming stream touches her back with a shimmering ardor. The ethereal sight of Aadrika bathed in the iridescent glow of the falling waters touches him and stirs his being. The cascade, reflecting the sun's radiance, traced delicate patterns upon her skin like liquid silk, igniting a longing within him that he could no longer deny. She reaches out to him with an open palm and he fills her palm with his and is drawn in to the stream of the waterfalls as it if they find the waters soothing their embers. They embrace and kiss a soft kiss as the water cascades their bodies in a gentle enfold.
Their hands snaking around each other, roaming and grabbing eachother greedily. Aadrika deepened the kiss pressing her firm breasts against the hard expanse of his manly chest, she ached for him. His hand cupped the curve of her back further falling into her, driven by arousal. She was everything he desired in a woman, he loved the way she said his name, ever so gently and with much reverence that matched the chant of a pilgrim in a sacred space, he loved the way her touch invoked embers that were dormant, he also loved the way that her breath revealed stories of her emotions, he loved the way her eyelids turn heavy and a smile blossoms on her tender lips in his gaze.
The water a beautiful contrast against their feverish skin washes away their inhibitions as Tathya beings undressing her. Aadrika slips off the last garment from his body and watches the feast before her eyes, never straying from the sight for a moment. Tathya sees raw desire in her eyes and it turns him on even more. He reaches to pick her up as she wraps her legs around him pressing against his hardness. It sends down shivers bolting down their spines. He reaches for her aching globe and tugs at her rosy nipple with his teeth as a loud moan fills her throat. She tugs at the hair above the nape of his neck to pull him back into a deep longing kiss. He peels from the kiss as his tongue traces the curve of her neck, skimming the coolness of the water covering her. She senses his urge to fill her up completely but she knows better, she knows that water will only soften the poisons coursing through her veins but still wouldn't save anyone if they would mate. She wanted to do other things to please him, to earn his satisfaction, she was a consort and was trained in this aspect.
In the hallowed silence that seemed like eternity, Naksh watched Aadrika and Tathya in consuming jealousy. His heart raced and limbs trembled as he realised how soon things could transpire between the two. He had to do something before Tathya could claim her completely. Naksh wanted to ravish her beauty ever since he had first laid his eyes on her. She had ensnared his senses completely, her gait, her hair, her lips and sultry eyes haunted his dreams. He wanted her to lose her virginity to him and only him. He reached for his dagger and in a fit of rage throws it at the monarch but it's path deflects in the presence of the enchanted sword. He mentally kicks himself as he takes a second to realise what that mistake could have cost him. He ducks and the clang of metal alert the king and Aadrika as they pull away.
Naksh walked impatiently in the dark seclusion of his quarters, his once noble face now tinged with desperation and resolve. The vials, which had once represented power and opportunity, now drew him in like a siren of doom. He uncorked one with a shaking hand; it was a whisper potion that gave mastery over shape-shifting. Naksh changed into a raven, a crafty and sly animal that would soar through the curtain of darkness, with a murmured incantation. His wings beat like a broken heart as he landed underneath the silky curtains of Aadrika's chambers and across starry gardens.
In the comfort of sleep, Aadrika drifting between wakefulness and slumber, not realizing it was an avian phantom perched on her ledge, didn't call for help nor resisted, it all seemed like a bad dream for her. He morphed back to his human form, bare and brazen, he walked towards her brimming with desire and lust. Naksh slipped the poison from the vial into her waking dreams with the subtlety of shadows. He whispered -" Make sweet love to me Aadrika and be mine till my last breath." It was a mixture of persuasion's delicate tendrils. While she slept, enchanted by the alchemy of this creation, Naksh waited for her to awaken; he was a messenger of words formed from the depths of need and love, now steeped in the bitter mixture of the dangers of obsession. Aadrika stirred in her sleep, moaning and turning.
