In an extraordinary twist of fate, the soul of a modern-day young woman named Aarna finds itself inexplicably swapped with that of a princess from the 9th century, wedded to none other than the formidable Rajadhiraja Yashwardhan Rao. Yashwardhan fal...
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I stood by the window, gazing out at the sunrise, a dazzling gold spilling over the horizon. The first light kissed my face, warm and soft, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes, savoring every second of it. I inhaled deeply, drawing in that crisp, early morning air, filling my lungs with pure peace. It felt like a symphony of calm after a long, restless night. Finally, I was back, and it was like my soul had found its rhythm again. This was bliss.
Then, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. A chuckle escaped my lips, warm and delighted, as he nuzzled into the curve of my neck. His breath brushed my skin, tickling in the sweetest way, and I giggled. "Did I wake you up?" I murmured, glancing over my shoulder.
He laughed, that deep, velvety laugh that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, love, you talk as if we even slept last night," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. My cheeks burned; memories of the night we’d spent together flooding back in vivid, rose-colored flashes. His smirk widened. "Someone’s blushing after all we did…"
Embarrassed, I turned, placing my fingers over his lips to shush him, but his gaze locked onto mine, intense and captivating. Those eyes, so rich and beautiful, like they were made just to look into mine. Gently, he took my hand and pressed a soft kiss to my fingers. His touch was feather-light, delicate, and yet so charged that I gasped, pulling my hand back on instinct. But he held it firm.
Without breaking eye contact, he continued, his lips brushing each finger, one by one… kiss … kiss … kiss. My heart raced, and I found myself breathless. "Yash," I whispered his name, his perfect name, the name that felt like it was meant to belong to someone like him.
"Hm?" he murmured, his lips still against my skin, his whole focus on me, on us.
"You… *kiss*… are… *kiss*… so… *kiss* … mine," he breathed, each word wrapped in a kiss, as if sealing a promise with each touch. Blushing furiously, I yanked my hand free and bolted, laughter bubbling up as he began to chase me.
"Uh-huh, love. You can’t run from your husband," he called out, his voice low and playful. I darted behind the sofa, grinning, out of breath, and he stopped just across from me.
“accha?" I challenged, giving him a cheeky smile. "Well, then, Rajadhiraja Yashwardhan Rao, if you want to be my husband, you’ll have to catch me first!"
His eyes gleamed with determination. With a graceful leap, he jumped right over the sofa, grabbing me by the waist, and I shrieked, laughing, as he began peppering kisses along my neck, every kiss a tickle, every kiss making me giggle louder.
"You’ve gotten so naughty, haven’t you?" I gasped between bursts of laughter as he tickled me, his hands mercilessly finding every sensitive spot, refusing to let me escape.
"Bas bas bas..aur nhi...aur nhi Yash......" I gasped, still laughing, pleading for mercy. He stopped, and I turned, catching his gaze as my laughter faded, replaced by a smile full of love. Gently, he pecked my lips, tender, sweet, as if he was savoring the moment just as much as I was.
