PRINCESS MAYA 🔞 [Illegitimate Princess Of AMBALA]

AdityaRaj's eyes burned with intensity as he pulled Maya into the secluded corner. The flickering torches cast shadows on the walls, amplifying the tension.

"Aap mangetar hai Rajkumari ke," Maya whispered, her voice laced with hurt. (You are betrothed to Princess.)

AdityaRaj's finger grazed her lips, silencing her.

"I can't lose you, Maya," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Maya's eyes flashed with anger. "But King, you yourself chose princess in the swayamvar, didn't even look at me, forgetting the night we shared."

AdityaRaj's grip on her waist tightened.

"My alliance with Princess is politics, Maya. But my heart belongs to you. I love you."

Maya's voice trembled. "What love, King? If you love me, you wouldn't ask me to be your mistress while Princess sits as your queen."

AdityaRaj's face contorted in anguish.

"I know it's wrong, Maya. But I couldn't resist you. I want you by my side."

Maya's eyes searched his, seeking truth.

"You'll give up the throne for me?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

AdityaRaj's expression turned silent, his eyes locked onto hers.

Maya chuckled, her voice husky. "I thought so."

She turned to leave, but AdityaRaj's grip pulled her back.

"I don't care, Maya," he growled, his lips crashing against hers in a fierce kiss.

"If making you my mistress is the only way to get close to you, then so be it."

His hand slipped under her blouse, pressing against her bosom.

Maya's eyes closed, her breath catching.

AdityaRaj's touch ignited a fire within her.

She felt his urgency, his desperation.

His lips trailed down her neck.

"Maya, I need you," he whispered.

Maya's hands grasped his arms, her fingers digging into his skin.

She felt lost in his embrace.