His Childish Bride

Ch.84//💕The Fusion Of Rituals

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The AC hums gently through the grand suite, its cool breath warding off the Rajasthan summer heat. Morning light streams through the windows, laying golden patterns across the silk bedsheets and the bare skin of the couple curled within them.

Kavyansh lies on his side, already awake, eyes tracing every line of Varenya's sleeping form- her long lashes resting against flushed cheeks, lips slightly parted, the curve of her back exposed as the sheet clings low around her waist. She looks like poetry wrapped in sunlight.

Carefully, he slips out from under her touch, his movements slow and precise. The cool marble greets his bare feet as he dons a light cotton kurta and trouser. Outside the bedroom, the morning staff move soundlessly through the palace's corridors.

Soon enough, a knock is heard and instantly Kavyansh opens the door, a maid is standing outside who hands Kavyansh a small brown paper packet. With a quick nod of thanks, he dismisses the maid and close the door. He then checks the contents with a quick glance, the pills which he ordered online mostly an hour ago.

Kavyansh places the packet gently inside the carved bedside drawer and then turns his attention back to his Lotus. Instead of calling her name, he lowers himself beside her and kisses her shoulder, brushing aside her hair. She stirs slightly, shifting closer instinctively. His lips travel to her temple, his fingers brushing down her arm. Her eyes open slowly- soft, unfocused at first and then brighten the moment they land on him.

"Good morning." Varenya whispers against his skin, her voice still heavy with sleep.

"Morning, Lotus." Kavyansh murmurs, pressing a kiss to her temple while her fingers tracing faint circles on his bare chest.

He watches her for another moment before sliding his arm beneath her knees and back.

"Kavi, what are you-" She gasps softly, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

"Shh, let me spoil you." He says, voice husky but playful as he lifts her into his arms.

"You always say the sweetest things before doing the wicked ones." She hides her face in his neck, giggling lightly.

"Only because you inspire both." He smirks, nudging open the door to the washroom.

The marble floor gleams under the soft glow of golden sconces. He places her gently on the edge of the step-down shower area and lets the water cascade from the ceiling, steam rising almost immediately.

"Kavi..." She whispers, her hand finding his as he stands in front of her, unhurriedly pulling off his kurta and trouser.

The water begins to soak them as he leads her beneath the stream, holding her close. His hands move slowly, worshipping her skin with every touch. Their breaths sync, mouths finding each other in a kiss that begins soft but deepens with need, love, comfort all tangled into one.

She gasps into his mouth when his hands slide down to her hips, pressing her back gently against the cool marble. He moves against her with deliberate slowness, wanting to be gentle only for her.

"Too much?" He asks softly against her neck.

"Never." She breathes, tilting her head to give him more.

He lifts her slightly, her legs wrapping around him, their skin slick and warm. Every movement is intimate, their rhythm guided more by emotion than urgency. He watches every expression flicker across her face- each sigh, each tremble with his own control strained but held.