~Book 2 of Moon Historicals
(Destiny Series)
Can be read as a standalone.
Rajkumari AadhyaLakshmi Harshavardhan x Samrat Aaravendra Suryawat
An arranged marriage between a Royal Princess and a Brave King.
What could go wrong?
She sat at her bed wa...
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21(Mature Content)
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Aadhya's POV
The moment I stepped inside, it was the most regal thing I had seen in my entire life, a beautiful peaceful place. It was meant to be shared between two lovers.
Has he done this for me?
I suppose or not. I just went in to discover a silky bed with flowers on it, the place was such a jewel.
I looked around to see everything just perfect, fitting the room. I never thought it would be this beautiful once I was inside.
Before I could go towards the window, I was held by a strong hold which made me flip around and face him.
His grip was harsh, he looked at me with intensity and his eyes glowed darker with each second we stared at each other.
"You can still go" he says in a low voice, almost warning me.
Maybe this decision is something I have not thought of well but that does not make me any less excited. I do not care about calculations and decisions.
This is what I want and I deserve.
"You want me to go?" I asked him as my hand reached to his shoulder holding it firmly I looked at him with a curious look.
Just a cover-up because I know I am not confused at all, I want to tease him this once.
He inhales deeply and twists my hand to my back making me flinch, I look at him with a gasp.
"You think I want you to go anywhere away from me?" he asks me and a smile formed on my lips.
"Then why bother asking again?" I say.
"Because I do not want you to regret it," he says with a slow voice but it still holds the authority.
"Never" I say and touch his face with my other hand.
"Never?" he repeated after me and I brought my lips closer to his.
"Never Aarav" I say with all the love I held for him.
"An" I gasped when I was pulled up with him in bridal style. He carried me to the bed and in a second I was tossed there.
"I will not be gentle" he says and came on top of me.
I stared in his eyes and rubbed his shoulder slightly.
"I want my husband, rough or gentle is not important" I told him and kissed his cheek. His hand fisted in the bed sheet and he rubbed my lips. His hand holding my jaw he inhaled deeply, staring at my lips.
"Let's see if you like it rough or not," he told me.
His lips smashed mine while he was still holding my jaw. His hold relaxed a little so that he could kiss me.
