Page 78 of Sumanika

"The next time you have any doubts, come to me directly; it would be pleasuring for both of us," His words made me close my eyes, and I felt him pressing against my breast harder this time.

I struggled against him. It was too much to bear. I felt as if I were hanging by a thread, yearning for a release.

"Ahhhhhhhh," A loud moan escaped my lips as he suddenly cupped my neck and tilted it backward, stretching my spine to make me look into his eyes above me.

"Next time, I want you naked in my bed, struggling under me," He muttered against my lips, brushing them teasingly, and I shattered, feeling the wildest sensations crawling over me me.

He suddenly wrapped his hand around me as I lost my balance from the powerful shudders hitting me like ocean waves.

I panted loudly as he slowly removed the dagger.

I lost my weight against him, resting my head on his chest. My skirt fell to my feet, covering my legs once more, and I looked at him, rubbing the wet, slick handle of the dagger against my red cheek.

I timidly closed my eyes, and the next moment made me feel out of this world.

He leaned in closer to my cheek, stuck out his tongue, and licked it, cleaning my cheek dirtily. He gulped and pressed his lips against my cheek, kissing me. But suddenly.

“Suman,” Daadisa’s voice grabbed my attention, causing me to shiver in fear. I shifted my weight on my feet and looked at him in confusion.

"Suman, open the door. They arrived,"

I felt a flutter of fear in my stomach as he smirked at me.

He wiped my cheek with his palm and kissed me again before saying,“Let me help.”

I gulped nervously and looked at him, setting the dagger on the table before adjusting my blouse. I gathered my hair in my hand as he began tying the strings of my blouse.

"You do not look angry now," I tried to say, and he smiled.

“I get angry whenever I feel low on sugar.” he said, making my cheeks blush. I lowered my gaze. After finishing the blouse, he turned to look at me and gently pulled me into a warm hug. I immediately wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes.

“Suman,” Daadisa called again, and I responded.“I’m coming, Daadisa,”

He kissed the top of my head and said slowly while stroking my back,“All the best.”

Confused, I furrowed my brows and leaned back from him, gazing into his eyes.“What do you mean?” I attempted to ask, and he gazed wickedly back into my eyes.

“One is dead for you, another is dying for you, and one is outside waiting to die for you,”

Agastya

At times, you desire something very deeply in your life. You pray for it every moment, craving it intensely. Sometimes, it feels as if not getting it would bring your life to an end. You endure it, watching the days pass by as time slips through your fingers. The urgency intensifies, the hunger grows, and your stomach feels both empty and yet full. You cannot describe what is happening, nor do you realize it is taking place. You confront your deepest fear: failure, the collapse of your life, when you long for something dearly, but life has planned something entirely different for you.

I went through this nearly three years ago. A beautiful young woman captured my heart. My first glimpse of her was awash in the early morning orange hues. I bounced in sync with my horse while crossing the grassy fields on the outskirts of Suryagarh. It was just another day, and I was returning from one of my encounters with the Prince of a small state.

Her convoy walked along the muddy road. As I approached the palanquin, furrowing my brow, I noticed a beautiful princess peeking outside. Her eyes resembled a doe’s, her face small, her brows thick, her smile bright, and her standards high.

My heart raced as my horse slowed down. I gazed at her, absorbing every glance offered in that moment.

But as soon as she disappeared from view, my troubled past dragged me back to reality. Clinging to the hope that she might understand and trust me, I started looking for her.

I found her at a friend’s wedding. A month-long celebration drew us closer, transforming us from strangers into friends. However, when I tried to shift from friends to lovers by sharing my past, she shattered my heart with just a few words.

"You are a manwhore, and I will die before getting married to one,"

I returned home, trying to overcome my persistent thoughts about her. Her words cut deep, brutally. However, the fact that she made a choice and I was not the one helped me move on from her.

For days, I questioned myself. I hated myself because I wasn’t the one she wanted. I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t measure up. I sank deep into a well of negative thoughts, believing that nobody deserved someone like me.

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