Black silk embroidered with lace. That was the slip she wore. It hugged her chest, but loosely fit the rest of her, until the mid thigh where it stopped. A hint of cleavage exposed itself in the low cut fabric, and her long legs seemed even longer in flickering light. Roses adorned her hair, pinned in certain place to lend their fragrance in the sweet night air, the thoughts of Shreya forcefully pushed to the back of her mind.
Tonight, her attention was on him
The door creaked open and she waited for him to come to her.
He looked handsome, turban removed, allowing his mane of dark hair to be wild.
His mouth fell open at the sight of her in that lacy black slip. She looked sexy, and beautiful. He turned and locked the door before moving close to her.
Lips met, the kiss tasting of Mastani's cardamom and Vivaan's whiskey. Her hands moved to his sherwani, unbuttoning the clothes that kept her skin from his. She inhaled his minty scent. He always smelled different, ever changing, and she loved it.
Lips met again, as her fingers struggled to untie the knot that held his dhoti together. As it came loose, falling to the floor he smiled devilishly at her.
"No fair, you are still fully clothed," he said.
She smirked at him standing up and pushing him down onto the bed. "Just wait and see," she whispered, planting a feathery kiss upon his cheek teasingly.
She unbuttoned the slip and let it fall of of her, allowing to take in her naked glory.
"Vivaan," she said quietly sitting down next to him and placing his hand on her stomach.
"I'm pregnant."
"What? How long have you known?"
"Just a week, I tried to tell you-"
She was cut off my by his yelp of joy. "Mastani you've made me the happiest man alive!"
He cupped her softly curved abdomen with his hands and kissed it. "Hi baby. I'm your father. I'm going to spoil you rotten. You are going to be as beautiful as your mother."
Mastani laughed with joy as she took in the sight of her husband, the warrior, talking to their unborn baby. Her world was coming into a circle.
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His, Forever
RomanceMastani. Vivaan. Both are complete and total opposites from head to toe. She's the daughter of a nobleman. He's the prince of small kingdom. A slightly sexy and dark romance. Set in ancient India, I will translate any unfamiliar language.
