The morning sun painted the chamber in hues of gold. Soft rays filtered through the heavy curtains, casting dancing shadows on the walls. In the center of the opulent bed lay Ajashakti and Anugamini, their bodies entwined in a peaceful slumber.
Ajashakti slept soundly, his breathing deep and rhythmic. His face, usually etched with a fierce determination, was softened by slumber. The sharp lines of his features were relaxed, revealing a vulnerability rarely seen. One arm was draped lazily over Anugamini, his large hand resting lightly on her waist. His chest rose and fell with each breath, a steady rhythm that mirrored the gentle lapping of waves on a distant shore.
Anugamini lay curled up beside him, her body tucked into a protective posture. She seemed smaller in comparison to his imposing frame, a delicate flower nestled against a towering branch.
Soon the sunlight, like a golden arrow, pierced through the heavy drapes, directly into Ajashakti’s eyes. His eyelids fluttered, protesting the intrusion. Slowly, reluctantly, he opened his eyes, the world coming into focus in a blurry haze.
A groan escaped Ajashakti's lips as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. The weight of the world seemed to press down on him, a heavy burden that was momentarily forgotten in the depths of sleep. His body, uncovered and glistening with sweat, stretched involuntarily. His long, untamed hair, usually a source of pride, was now a tangled mess, falling over his face like a curtain.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously, his fingers smudging the sleep from his lashes. His hands moved to his face, massaging his temples in an attempt to dispel the lingering remnants of slumber.
His gaze then drifted to Anugamini, who lay curled up beside him. A soft smile crept across his face as he observed her sleeping form. Her skin, flushed and tender, bore the unmistakable marks of the night's passion. Ajashakti's gaze lingered on her body, taking in the evidence of their shared pleasure. A surge of pride and possessiveness coursed through him. His woman, marked by him.
Ajashakti swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet landing softly on the cool marble floor. Scattered across the ground lay a discarded array of jewelry, and lavish garments. He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic scene. A flicker of amusement crossed his face as he recalled the intensity of their shared pleasure.
Quickly he reached for the discarded antariya, the lower garment, and wrapping it loosely around his waist. With a final glance at Anugamini, still lost in slumber, he turned and strode towards the bathing area, his footsteps echoing through the silent chamber.
The very next moment Anugamini's eyes flickered open. Gone was the serene slumber, replaced by a calculated glint in her eyes. With a swift movement, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her body, sore and aching from the night's exertions, protested the movement. But she pushed through the discomfort, her mind focused on the task at hand.
Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the scattered remnants of the night. Garments lay discarded in a haphazard pile, while pieces of jewelry were strewn across the floor like fallen stars. A victorious smile played on her lips. Her plan was unfolding perfectly.
But some questions gnawed at her, a tempest brewing beneath the calm exterior. Had she truly ensnared him, or was this merely a temporary lapse of his judgment ? She needed to be certain.
Anugamini's mind raced, searching for a way to gauge the depth of Ajashakti's infatuation. She needed concrete evidence, something beyond the fleeting moments of passion.
She sat and pondered for a good while.
Just as a plan took shape, the bathroom door creaked open. Ajashakti emerged, his tall frame dripping with water. Damp tendrils of hair clung to his forehead, and water droplets glistened on his skin. The dhoti, a thin, crimson cloth, clung to his wet body, revealing glimpses of taut muscles and lean limbs. The fabric, soaked through, was transparent in places, offering tantalizing glimpses of his skin.
The sound of his approaching footsteps caused Anugamini to react. She lowered her head, burying her face in her hands. Soft sobs escaped her lips, a mournful melody that filled the silent chamber. The sudden display of vulnerability caught Ajashakti off guard. His steps faltered, his body tensing as he took in the scene before him.
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Nautanki 😂
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