Her eyes scanned his entire form.
Folded sleeves (checked)
Veiny hands (checked)
Toned chest (checked)
And... she abruptly halted, suddenly aware of her boldness.
She slowly lifted her head, silently praying to every deity for deliverance from her thoughts.But he already had a smirk plastered on his face, for which she was unprepared. She internally groaned and cursed in her mildest of languages, yet she managed to maintain a poker face.
Raising her brows at him, she asked, "What!?" when she could no longer endure the intensity of his gaze.
His eyebrows rose in amusement and slight surprise at her audacious attitude, even when she should have at least looked away, blushed, or felt a modicum of embarrassment.
"If Her Highness is finished scrutinizing me, may I be graced with a few of her words?" he inquired, more like demanded, while biting his inner cheeks to stifle the smile creeping onto his face.
"Sure, why not?" Aadhya responded with a shrug.
"Have some shame and button up your shirt, fully. Also, I don't understand it. If you're so keen on displaying your chest, why bother wearing a shirt at all? Just take it off. Simple." She mocked.
Yuvan looked at her in disbelief. She shrugged nonchalantly, adopting an I-don't-care demeanor, and walked past him.
She mentally patted herself on the back for coming up
the response in time, saving herself from embarrassment.
"You insolent girl," he yelled after her, though a faint smile colored his voice.
Aadhya suppressed her smile and turned around, still walking backward. Remembering his words, she began, "Only exclusive for you...Mon Chevalier." She added after a dramatic pause.
(My knight)
She continued walking, her long, thick hair bouncing with every step and her laughter echoing through the hallways.
Yuvan was left speechless by her words. He remained silent, unsure of how to respond.
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"D--Don't...!!"
She wasn't afraid but her fumbling in front of him was because she couldn't believe it.
But he shamelessly smiled at her. Putting his one foot near that disshelved girl on bed.
"Why, Rebel...? It was indeed a worthy night."
He commented smirking. While grazing his lips on her earlobe he further said--
"And must I confess. You were.... Awesome."
His voice was husky, but mockery filled a bit more.
"The way you wanted me to touch you..."
He brushed her unkempt hair with his fingers, removing them from her face.
"And I swear...Your pale body in my arms was looking so---"
"No !!!! Just shut up !!!"
She jerked his hand off. Her face red with embarrassment. Embarrassed of her own self !
"I won't do any such thing--"
"Oh believe me darling, you were doing, or I must say, begging to do such things ! Begging me to..."
He once again brought his lips near her ear.
"To wash all your sins by touching you. And I don't think a man can touch a woman better then...this---"
"Oh just stop !!!"
She said, her eyes blazing. Tears rolling down her eyes.
"You are a pathetic man Thākur Rāghavendra Nārayan Agnihotri !! I didn't think you can be this lowly !!"
"And I don't care about what you think, Inaayat Khan ! All I know is..."
He trailed, both his words and his finger on her cheeks.
"I liked you, atleast in bed last night. So from today onwards you'll be spending your nights in my room. And I repeat ! I don't fucking care, where you are whole day, but your nights should be with me."
He said with a serious face.
"Dear wife..."
"No !!! That's not how men treat their wives, Thaakur saahab !! This is how they treat their whor---"
She couldn't complete.
"One more word, and I will show you how I treat my whores !"
His dangerous voice sent shivers down her core. But disgust overpowered it !
And he left.....
Descending down the stairs, he looked up. That must be enough.🖋️