What would happen if you were appointed as a bodyguard for the person you were supposed to assassinate?
Adhiveer is a beloved king. Adored by everyone in his kingdom and beyond.
Shiva, a professional assassin, gets easily appointed as his royal gu...
The morning brought renewed hope in her life. His embrace had given her a peaceful and dreamless sleep which she hadn't had in years. When she opened her eyes, his face was the first she saw and she knew that the day wouldn't have started better in any other way.
All she wanted to do was to look at him. Soak in all his features, feel him, his steady breathing, the weight of his arm around her, his leg nestled between hers. She wiggled her toes and grazed them on his feet to see if he was awake; he twitched a little, but it seemed like he was fast asleep. Was he ticklish? A mischievous thought crossed her mind. She slowly glided her finger along his spine towards the small of his neck. His shoulders and arms were covered with gooseflesh within minutes, but he didn't move. So, she moved closer and guided her nose along his neck towards his ear. " Pretending to be asleep are you?" She whispered in his ear and moved back to see his reaction but nothing.
Maybe he was truly sleeping. Disappointed she nestled in closer to him and hugged him. Wrapped her arms around him and held him. His heartbeat was music to her ears and his warmth was like the fire from the hearth on a winter's night.
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" That's all?" He said," Is that all you can do?", he rolled and pressed her to the bed and held her hands above her head.
His smirk was tantalizing, his eyes were scanning her face with a glint of mischief and greed. His grip was firm and dominating; she couldn't move.
" I was trying... not to wake you...up." She was struggling underneath him.
" By tickling me? How exactly were you planning to accomplish that?"
Blood rushed to her face. The feeling of his bare skin rubbing against her was scrambling her thoughts and muddling her judgement. Her mind was all mingled up, thinking of the possibilities of the things that he would do. Each thought was cruder and more vulgar than the earlier. She cursed herself and tried to put her mind at ease but it betrayed her every time.
" Let's see if you are ticklish," he said and hovered his lips on her neck then brushed them along her skin. She drew in a long breath," No... I am... stop..." He was nibbling the skin on her neck, she couldn't stop laughing. He didn't give her a chance to reconcile. " I am... out of breath..." she pleaded.
" Looks like you are... But I am not done yet," he said and continued. She was tired of laughing and tired of pushing him away. She laughed so much that a tear rolled from her eye. He let go of her hands and captured her by her waist. She tried to push him away but then gave up. She liked the way he held her, gently but firmly. The touch of his hands around her felt secure and caring. She wanted to hold the moment, not to let go of him. She put her arms around him and pulled him towards her. He stopped to look at her. Then he kissed her, tenderly. Once, twice, thrice." I know I have earned the graces of the Gods to deserve you," he said. Tears welled up in her eyes and she kissed him back. She didn't know what the future held for them, but right now, he was with her, and that's all she thought of.
