Page 60 of Sumanika

I shook my head slowly as he blinked silently, lowering his gaze with furrowed brows.“You know, summoning someone’s soul after death is possible. I mean, we can summon that bastard’s soul into a bottle and bury it underground so he never rests in peace—“

“Stop!” I cut him off, shaking my head.

“I don’t want to do that or anything related to him,” I clarified, and his gaze softened as he looked at me. After a brief pause, he gently leaned in closer and kissed my forehead.“I’m here for you,” he drawled.

I froze and stuttered, replying,“I know,” before inhaling deeply and murmuring,“So?”

He narrowed his brows.

“How does that dagger work?” I hesitated, unable to set my curiosity aside, and he chuckled softly before responding.

He mumbled,“Um,” rolling his tongue over his lips,“so it goes in. Like the time you are comfortable using your hand. I mean, for thrusting,” he said, and I sucked my lip, feeling hot.

“So, you did that to… women? Is that what you meant by… killing women?” I asked slowly, encouraging a slight nod from him.

I bit my lower lip.“I mean, why would someone…” I was uncertain of what to say.“It is terrifying.”

But he shook his head, chuckling softly.“You don’t understand women,” stepping closer and gazing deeply into my eyes.

“When a woman tastes sin and craves it, she can either rise like a phoenix or become a slave to her desires.” His voice was deep as he inquired,“Are you saying that once a woman knows satisfaction, she can’t avoid it?”

He nodded.“But the woman working in a brothel experiences that, right? Why isn’t she satisfied and asked you to spend a night with her?” I asked.

He bit his lip slightly.“You’ve experienced it too. Are you satisfied?” he asked, leaving me stunned to hear him.

I shook my head.

“Sadly, the world of man is too occupied satisfying themselves to understand what a woman wants,” he sighed, and I couldn’t agree more with him. My husband never understood that the problem was with him, not me.

“I always hated what my Maasima did and how she lived her life. Growing up, I idolized her as my mother, but when I learned about her past, my feelings shifted to hatred. However, after her death, I realized she was a woman with desires that exceeded those of a man—whether physical, emotional, or financial. A man would come, show her some love, and then leave her to fend for herself. She had no choice but to move on. In the process, she lost her virtue; her image faded, and she became a slave to her needs, which ultimately ruined her.” He paused as I cushioned his hand, curious.

“Do you think I’m becoming a slave to my needs, like how I keep coming to you?” I asked in a low voice.

He shook his head.“No. You rose like a phoenix; you are stronger than you think,” he replied, and I gulped nervously as I glanced at his dagger.

"Do you still do that? I mean, recently?" I asked, blinking nervously.

He shook his head again.“That was almost three years ago when I was searching for some important information. I sent a woman from a brothel to a king to gather it, and she developed feelings for me, asking me to please her in return. But when I refused, she insisted. So I showed her another way,” he explained, lowering his gaze as he spoke slowly.

“Okay, that sounds dangerous. And, to protect them from you, I’m taking this dagger away,” I suggested in a low voice, pulling it from his hand.

He smiled and leaned in closer.“I already gave it to you,” he said, drawing near to my cheek and whispering,“As in, you own Agastya Dev Singh, half-wife.”

I closed my eyes, feeling his soft lips on my cheek for a moment, which made me smile.

“Agastya!” Suddenly, Ranaji's voice echoed in the chamber.

“Fuck!” Kunwarsa’s eyes widened in shock, and I felt like I was going to die right then.

A wave of panic surged through my nerves, and my eyes widened in shock.“Ranaji,” I muttered, but he quickly covered my mouth with his hand. I could hear his footsteps drawing closer as he scanned the room.“Hide,” he urged, and I glanced toward the edge of the bed. However, Ranaji might notice the curtain moving. I gulped, filled with fear and anxiety.

And suddenly, Kunwarsa lifted my legs and wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me closer and making me lie on the bed. I couldn’t believe how effortlessly he lifted me like a leaf. My heart pounded in my mouth.

“Shh,” he hushed me, and I clenched my fists in fear.

“Calm down,” he said. I met his gaze and briefly gulped nervously. Then, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down until my head rested against his chest. A wave of fear washed over me.

“Agastya, are you awake?” Ranaji asked again. I could sense he was very close. We were both dead.

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