Page 69 of Twisted Sins

He had woken up a little later than usual as his body was still recovering from the blood loss. Forcing his arm away from the soft, lush body pressed against him, he slowly got up.

The tent was dimly lit from the early streaks of sunlight. Knowing he had to prepare for the long day, he went towards his trunk to pull out clean set of clothes. He then picked up his spear and accessories placed on the table.

Although he didn’t want to, his eyes were drawn to the sleeping woman on the bedding. The intense heat of arousal coursed through his body, making him clench his jaw in anger.

Nandini Thakvar.

He still couldn’t believe that he was outsmarted by a bloody twenty-one-year-old, freshly graduated girl. Being five years older than her, he should have known better, especially because right from the first moment he had laid his eyes on her, she had been unpredictable.

When he captured her, he had expected a sheltered, pampered princess who would be terrified and cower at the sight of him and his people. He had expected her to be weeping constantly while begging him and his people to let her go.

Instead, she fought with everything she had.

She had fought his men to let her boyfriend go. And when she was brought into the encampment, she continued fighting. He was nearly twice her size. And yet, she never backed away. She stabbed him, bit him, attacked him, and then, when nothing worked, she schemed and seduced him.

Thakvar tigress.

His people called her that. It was a moniker used for her late aunt. But it also suited the spitfire he married.

She was beautiful, recklessly brave, and cunning—all of which were a heady yet dangerous combination.

Even now, when he was pissed with her, all he could think of was her temptress body and the taste and feel of her lush lips as she kissed him everywhere and spoke in a tone that promised him heaven.

Fuck!

Gritting his teeth, he clenched his hands as he tried not to lust after the woman who was his wife only for an important alliance. He reminded himself that her three brothers were baying for his blood, and he had a shit ton of tasks and responsibilities as the head of his clan.

Taking a deep breath, he tore his eyes away from his cunning, seductress wife and stepped out of the tent.

He went towards the pond and began his morning routine.

Offering prayer to the sun god, he played the flute for a while, which relaxed his mind by filling it with memories of his mother and father.

He then shed his clothes and went into the cold water of the pond.

As he dipped underwater, his mind once again went to his wife.

“You didn’t learn the English language in Singoor,” she stated. “You learned it elsewhere for sure. I can recognize it as I have friends in my university who are British. And you knew about the tracker in my bracelet, which means you are familiar with advanced modern technology.”

His cunning, seductress wife was quite smart. She had guessed correctly about his past. He had spent most of his life outside Singoor, leading a vastly different life.

***

London, United Kingdom

Five Years Ago…

Rudra stepped into the gardens of the large, palatial family estate. Sounds of cheering and laughter could be heard from inside the home where his graduation party was being hosted by his family.

He had stepped out, stating that he would be back shortly.

He walked towards the pond in the middle of the estate. Just as he had guessed, he saw a distinguished, grey-haired older man sitting alone on the bench, looking at the large marble statue of God Krishna playing the flute in the middle of the pond.

“Is the party too boring for you, Nana ji?” Rudra asked before sitting next to his grandfather.

Although his grandfather had participated in the celebration, he left soon, stating he had some important work. But Rudra knew the truth.

“Along with the award-winning live bands, there’s also a dhol band playing your favorite music,” Rudra teased.

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