" She? She is going to die in my hands " The King's voice reverberated through the chamber. His sword hovered perilously close to Payal's delicate neck. A gasp escaped from Payal's trembling lips.
Veer's heart raced, witnessing the harrowing scene...
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Payal
" Not until I'm thrusting into you" Those words launched a thick silence between us.
I laid on my back on the bed effortlessly and looked at him over me. His eyes were only fixed on mine. Felt like we were not speaking with words but with eyes.
My stomach was making knots inside. Didn't know what could happen. I could just deny but the unexpected thing was I did not want to deny. I did not want him to go. In every second, I was just giving in.
A few moments passed away. We didn't say a word, only looked at each other's eyes. He was playing with my hair sometimes and sometimes he was playing with the bangles which were gifted by him only.
The giggles of my bangles were the only source of sound in this silent room.
Finally parting my mouth, I asked, "kya dekh rahe hai? "
( what are you looking at?)
" Looking at my love " His breaths fanned my whole face and he stated that.
Did he call me 'love'? Butterflies erupted in my body, giving me ticklish feeling from everywhere. But soon that ticklish feeling turned into an unknown nervousness when his eyes fall on my lips. I looked at his stare. That was deep & dark, unable to read.
" Raat bohot ho chuki hai... Apko apne kaksh mein wapas nhi jana? " I asked.
( it's been so late. Don't you want to go back to your chamber?)
He just shook his head lightly, not breaking eye contact from my lips.
" Kyun?"
( why?)
With a playful glint of his eyes, he spoke looking at me, suppressing his smile, " Ek raat tum meri kaksh mein rahi ho, toh kya main ek raat yeha rahunga "
( when you have shared one night in my chamber, then I can surely spent one here)
I gulped silently and tried to tease him. " Haq jata rahe hai rajkumaar hone ka? "
( are you claiming the rights being prince?)
He looked at me suddenly.
"Yeh mehel bhi apka hai, mehel ke har kamra, har kona apka hai. Usika haq jata rahe hai ap" I added.
( this palace is yours, each room and each corner of this palace is yours. You're just claiming the rights)
Slowly coming closer to me, he pressed his lips beside my lips and said, " Haq jataye kya tumhara pati hone ka? "
( then should I ask for the rights of being your husband?)
I fisted tightly on the edge of my dupatta. His words fluttered my heart.
