THE ROYAL RATHORES

HER...

The sound of anklets resonated each walls of the spacious room. Each steps were taken very graciously. The hand moments are sharps. Her eyes spokes many words. Those eyebrows went beautifully with her steps. Her braided long hair swings according to her moments. Sometimes it waves sometimes it hit on her curves. The brown saree draped around her like a second skin.

Her brown skin shines under those sunlight. Making it a more golden. The divine beauty is dancing along with her students. The sound of anklets makes the atmosphere more divine. Her jumkas are dancing along with her. Her smile could make anyone feel better.

She is Anamika..

The steps halted following the music which were playing background. Anamika smiled at her students.

"For today this is enough".

She told them and moved from their to do her daily routine. Reaching her chamber. She looked at herself in the lavish long mirror which is in her closet.A 25 year old married women with all martial signs. Adorning sindoor in her forehead a mangalsuthr on her neck. Then her body she is not a hourglass figure. She is a normal girl with curves. She have a small tummy. Its because she loves food a little too much. Her dancing sections helps her to maintain a healthy body. But she still have some extras. Those thick thighs and arms.

Taking deep breaths she went to the washroom. Stripping her saree and undergarments. Anamika stood under the shower. Sighing the hot water runs through her spine.her muscles soothed. She was all sweat due to the dance class. Yes dance class it is her life. Because it helps her to run away from all the problems. From born into a middle class family to marrying a billionaire. Not only a billionaire but the first hire of rathore clan.
Thought about her husband itself is enough to make her shudgger in those feelings that only he would make her both heart and body go wild. She will sweat, shiver, wet when those well manly fingers traces through her body...

Arjun...this name is ruling her life.

Arjun.. Arjun rathore. The king of Jaipur. A place which holds pride. A place witnessed somany wars. She is living in this place as a Queen. Anyone at her place will enjoy these luxurious position but not she.

Anamika always wanted a simple life.her dance.A caring and loving husband. A small home. Away from all chaos in the world. But what life was stored for her. A life with so much responsibility. Always surrounded by guards.  a list of  do's and dont's.

No she don't want thia life. But she have to live in this.

After drying herself with those warm and fluffy towels she choose a light weight green saree with a matching blouse. Tieing the light green colour string into a knot. Anamika dried her hair. Lost in the thoughts..

A strong arms encircled around her waist made her startle. Her reflex made her to turn around and tried to push the person. But when her eyes met those color green orbs which only fixed on her. Those eyes...

"Aaphh.."

She whispered but comed out like a moan. Because he pulled her more towards him. Caging her. Locking her never letting her go always in his arms. In his bed. Along with him

" or who? "

Came his reply instantly withina beat. She immediately shook her head in denial. Gently tucking her hair behind her ear. He pulled her more close not even letting the air pass between them. No space between them. Grinding himself to her. She moaned when that hardness felt near her clothed pussy. Which is all wet by now.

"Kaha thi aap?"

She asked keeping her head on his broad shoulder. Playing with those strings of her blouse. He placed a soft kiss on her head.