Page 49 of Sumanika

Her breathing quickened, and she shook her head with shivers. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip in a futile attempt at self-control.

“I want to go, Kunwarsa.” She said, sniveling.

I frightened her.

Closing my eyes, I couldn’t stop gently kissing the tip of her nose.“Just do whatever you want. But be happy an—”

“I want to go,” she cut me off, pushing me away.

I stood frozen in place and watched her sprint away from me.

Fuck! Fuckkkkkkkkkk! Urghhhhhhhhhhhh!

Suman

I felt my hand being held and suddenly pulled. My chest collided with his, and my heart began to pound even louder. My cheeks flushed even more as I felt his hand cup my cheek and lift my face to meet his gaze.

His eyes had beautiful, thick, curled lashes like his hair. The green of his eyes had turned into a sad version of green, resembling an ocean awaiting the moon to let its waves play freely. His cheeks had turned a shade of red, along with his dark pink lips.

I could feel his breath fanning over my face as he spoke.“You don’t have to worry about my marriage.” His words pierced through me, and I swallowed the lump in my throat while trying to respond.

“And? You want me to become the person I’ve hated all my life? A second woman?”

I could feel his breath growing heavier, his voice thickening as he slightly shook his head.“Trust me… you’re not second,”

It was so easy for him to attract anyone, and I was being completely foolish here.“Of course, I am not second. Maybe third, fourth, tenth, fiftieth, hundredth, three hundred—”

“Stop,” he muttered, and I could see his lips leaning closer. His grip tightened around my wrist. The words hung in my throat as I battled my lashes to resist giving in.

Another moment with him, and I would lose the battle of seven years.

My breaths started breaking, and I pressed my lips together to prevent them from quivering in his support. The softness I felt upon the touch of his lips on mine dripped down his lips, which were just an inch away.

I lifted my gaze and looked into his eyes, which flickered between my lips and my own. He blinked slowly and silently, his lips slightly parted. I froze as he leaned even closer. My lashes felt heavy, and I tried to shake my head.

This was wrong. This was profoundly wrong. I could never forgive myself if he cheated on his fiancée with me.

I couldn’t be that woman; I couldn’t stand as an enemy to another woman.

He closed his eyes and restrained himself by biting his lip.

"I want to go, Kunwarsa," I hesitated, my voice broken and breaths shaky.

My eyes met his as he looked back at me, and I could see the care evident in his gaze. Slowly, he leaned in closer and pressed his lips to the tip of my nose.

My lashes fluttered shut, and for a moment, I felt at home. I felt unbothered, unburdened, and cared for. It was as if time slowed down.

For the first time in my life, I felt this from a man. A man named Agastya Dev Singh, the most charming, handsome, and intelligent prince of Suryagarh.

“Just do whatever you want. But be happy, an-“

"I want to go," but he seemed committed. I shook my head and pushed him away.

I shouldn’t be here. What if his future wife discovered our relationship? I couldn’t be counted among the many women he has history with?

There seemed to be no clear reason for his actions other than attraction. I walked away and went to my room, shutting the door behind me.

The temperature rose around me. I could feel the heat in my cheeks and body, and sweat formed on my palms. I tried to place my hand on my heart, attempting to calm it down.

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