Historical Series - 1
11th century, in Singhal. Her own people betrayed her, her family used her.
Pawned her in a political marriage with a man 15 years older than her who forced himself on her, abused her, at last a night came which shattered every...
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“ No, you could never look good in them…..because they look good on you, There's a huge difference, Aashi….these jewelleries could never be equivalent to the beauty of my goddess,” Her lips parted at my words but what caught my attention was Her jhumki(earrings), so big that it was kissing Her baby cheeks, making me burn in jealousy of what it had which I did not right now.
I exhaled audibly before tugging a loose fringe behind Her ear, unintentionally stroking the shell of Her ear, which had turned red due to my sudden touch.
I could not look into Her eyes. It makes me do things which are not appropriate for Her young age.
Rather, I had consumed myself in taking off Her jewelry, She whimpered when my fingers swayed on Her ears, eyes fluttered close, biting her velvety lips, face to neck she was burning hot in red and the white dress just highlighted Her blush, it dragged me back to the time we were in dressing room.
And I really wanted to continue what I was doing in there with Her, I could not fade that ethereal view out of brain,
Her standing at the door with her open hair only in a fucking wet cloth in the name of covering, was sticking to her body, it was so thin that i could see the dark pink rim of her gorgeous areola and the hardeness of Her buds were not unnoticed, had I not wearing black maybe she might have seen my painful bulge erected to compliment Her extraordinary serene nipples.
For a moment I forgot she was a Human but a Goddess for whom I wanted to go on my knees and worship her all night to show my gratitude in all possible ways.
Before I could bless my lips by Her breast, I was hinged back from my dream world.
Shekhar’s ass had been itching to be kicked. It was that jerk who knocked on the door and disturbed us because He heard some weird noise coming and I did not forget to kick His ass out of the chamber.
After taking off her earrings and bangles I pocketed them in my overcoat before My hand snaked to Her back as Her soft breath hitched when I drew Her closer to my hard chest, She gasped at the sudden connection of our front portions,
