Yashika The uncanny puzzle of KING[ 18+]

33 - A proposal for lifetime

Kissing it lightly he moved up kissing all the way from her navel and then between her valleys and finally her lips. Making her taste her own cum.Her fingers roamed in his hair. All these new sensations that she was feeling for the first time. There was a different kind of feeling erupting in her stomach. She was feeling complete tensed,  pleasure and pain both at once. She felt like a missing puzzle was found of her life.

After a most memorable and eventful morning, Yashika lay entwined in Digvijay's arms, her head resting just above his heart, listening to each beat like it was the most melodious tune in the world.

Unable to resist, her fingers traced gentle circles on his chest. Digvijay's eyes followed her movements, while his fingers played with her hair.

"Raja..." she began, but he interrupted, "Digvijay."

"No!" she replied firmly, looking up at his face. It was the first time she noticed how long his lashes were.

He raised an eyebrow in challenge. "How about..." Yashika started with a playful grin, "I call you..." Her hand hovered near his heart.

"Nirutsah Yaksha?" she teased, then quickly tried to pull away, but he held her close, pulling her back onto his chest.

"Little warrior, that's no way to beg for mercy," he said, tucking her hair behind her ear as his hand moved to her shoulder, massaging gently.

"At least, give me a genuine reason," he whispered in her ear, making her blush deeply as she understood his meaning. Yashika bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed.

"Like what?" she asked, unable to resist the consequences of her playful defiance.

"How about I show you?" he offered, but she remained silent.

"Tell me something," Digvijay said, his voice suddenly serious. She hummed in response, waiting for him to continue.

"Am I really a heartless soul to you?" His eyes searched hers, seeking an answer.

Yashika slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze, then sat up, clutching the duvet to her chest.

"When I first saw you, I hoped for mercy. But you, without any explanation, declared me a culprit and said I would be your slave," she began, but Digvijay interrupted, his voice filled with regret. "I'm truly sorry... I promise I am..."

"That's not exactly why I called you heartless," she admitted, resting her head back on his chest, feeling the calming rhythm of his heartbeat. "For a king, punishing a supposed culprit and treating them as you did was not unheard of. But it was not the reason I truly despised you."

In that quiet moment, wrapped in each other's presence, the past began to fade, replaced by a newfound understanding and unspoken promise of a future together.

"But when you treated me harshly and then suddenly acted like you cared—giving me a blanket, pretending to be hungry so I would cook, knowing I was starving, or being kind when no one else was around—it sparked a hope in me. A hope that happiness was possible in my life. Yet, each time that hope flickered, you reminded me that I was nothing more than dirt beneath your feet, to be crushed at your whim," she said, her voice steady, though tinged with sadness.

Yashika sighed deeply, lifting herself from his chest. She took Digvijay's hand and gently kissed the back of it. "I called you a heartless soul because you were the first person in my life to show me affection, to make me feel cared for. You brought warmth to my soul, and thus, you were the only one who could destroy it."

Digvijay was left speechless by her honest words, which, despite their harshness, offered a sense of understanding and closure.

"But no, you are not heartless. You only pretended to be because you didn't know how to express your true self. It seemed an easier path. But, you faced your punishment for that," she added with a slight chuckle.

They lay together for a long time, cozy on a rainy day with a fire casting warmth around them. Then, Digvijay asked a question that stunned Yashika, filling her with unexpected joy.

"Will you spend the rest of your life with me?" he asked softly, his hand rubbing her shoulder. Yashika was staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, before turning to look at him with an expression he couldn't quite decipher.

Was she happy? Was she sad? He said nothing further, patiently waiting for her answer.

When she remained silent, Digvijay gently called her name, "Yashi?" At that, she flung her arms around him, holding him tight. Tears streamed down her face—tears of happiness, of joy, of hope, and of a new dawn filled with promise.

"Does that mean you will? Is that a yes?" Digvijay asked, his voice filled with hope. Yashika giggled at the simplicity of his question.

"What do you think?" she replied, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"I think..." he began, watching her as she started to sit up. He mirrored her movement, locking eyes with her.

"You love to test my patience," he teased. Just as she was about to dash away, clutching the blanket around her, he caught her by the waist and twirled her around. Their laughter and giggles filled the room, a melody of newfound joy and shared happiness.

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