Minister's Possession

Chapter Eleven

The night came earlier than Veena had wished. After completing the last task of the day given to her by Grandmother, she made her way to their room with a glass of milk for Vinaay.

"Dadi sent this milk for you, Minister Vinaay," Veena whispered softly, holding the glass out to him. Vinaay, as if once again spellbound, stared at her face, absorbing every small and significant detail of her beauty.

"Minister Vinaay..." she began, only to be interrupted as Vinaay placed his index finger on her lips, silencing her.

"Just Vinaay. Dadi is in another room; she can hear you," he whispered back, his voice heavy and husky with the tension coursing through his body from her presence.

"We are whispering, there is no way she could, and even if she does, she already knows. She told me this morning that she met you in the palace when she visited her grandson," Veena said, shivering slightly as Vinaay didn't remove his finger from her lips. His finger slid to hold her chin, and his thumb sensually rubbed her lower and upper lips. Not knowing what to say or how to react, Veena stared at him with wide eyes, her lips parted and her breathing heavy.

"Minister V..."

"Just Vinaay. I am your husband, Veena. You are my family and the only woman other than my sister and sister-in-law to call me by my name. It's just Vinaay," he insisted, his thumb pausing as their eyes locked in a heated gaze. "Just Vinaay."

"Vinaay," she said, her voice soft but imbued with an unfamiliar intimacy. There was something in the way she said his name that made Minister Vinaay act without thinking. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest, giving her the shock of her life. In her mind, Veena had always considered herself unworthy, a woman who didn't deserve to be in the presence of a great and virtuous man like Vinaay.

Her heart raced as she felt the warmth of his embrace, a mix of confusion and longing swirling within her. She had always seen herself as insignificant, but in this moment, Vinaay's touch made her feel cherished and desired. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of overwhelming emotions she could barely comprehend.

"Vinaay," she whispered again, her voice trembling. "Why... why are you doing this?"

"What?" Minister Vinaay asked, feigning puzzlement but tightening his grip around her.

"Stop playing with me, Minis-"

"You are provoking me, Veena," Vinaay interrupted, his voice a low growl. His fingers swiftly moved her luscious hair aside, exposing her shoulder to his gaze. Leaning in, he licked her from her shoulder to her neck, sending a shiver down Veena's spine. Her free hand clutched Minister Vinaay's kurta tightly, her breath hitching.

Vinaay didn't stop. He whispered against her neck, "From now on, for every time you use my title, I am going to punish your lips so hard that they will feel the pain for every word you utter." He pulled away from her neck, looking deep into her eyes.

"Why?..." Veena couldn't help but ask again, the memories of him telling his sister-in-law that she was nothing more than a mere responsibility resurfacing in her mind. Shaking her head in denial, Veena pushed him away. It was something Minister Vinaay had expected, so it didn't surprise him.

"This body, this body is all you men want!" Her small whispers turned into loud screams. Veena pulled her saree away from her shoulder and fiddled with the top buttons of her blouse, succeeding in opening two. She looked at Vinaay accusingly, finding him looking straight at her face. "Take this and stop playing, stop playing with me, with my emotions, stop making me all confused, Minister Vinaay!" A tear made its way down her cheek, traveling to her upper lip. Before it could travel further, Vinaay stuck his tongue out and licked it away.