Page 116 of Sumanika

"Yes, like that," he muttered, and a fire lit in me, heading to shut his words.

He groaned against me, and all of a sudden, the wetness turned into the river and soaked his lips and jaw in the process. And, I broke into trembling shudders of pleasure running through me.

"Ahhh, Kunwar Agastya," My moan came out insanely slow.

He served me a few last gentle licks and brought me down from the high of the pleasuring mountains, and I opened my eyes to notice his wet lips.

Nothing aroused me more than his green eyes, messy hair, and wet lips.

I tried to catch on my breath, and he sucked on his lips while muttering.

"Apparently, you taste sweeter after anger.” His words brought a timid smile to my lips, and I tried to say, grabbing the lower of the dress.

"That does not mean you will make me angry all the time," I said and took a few steps away from him to slip into the lower.

He stood up, sucking his lips, cleaning them with the cuff of his wrist, and I gulped with nervousness and shame.

"What was that about?" I asked slowly, and he chuckled, wrapping the turban around his head.

"That was me apologizing," he said, and I furrowed my brows.

"That's how you apologize to your brothers?"

He glared at me intensely for a moment, and I shook my head.

"That's okay; you don't have to answer," I said, standing in front of him and asking if I looked alright.

He smiled at me and pulled out a fake mustache from his pocket, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

"You have a fake mustache?"

He stepped closer, kissed my nose gently, and nodded.

"Yes,"

He carefully applied it over my mustache line and pressed it to stick with the gum. I couldn’t resist bringing my fingers closer to his lips, rubbing them off gently.

"You look better like a man," he said, and I lightly slapped his chest.

"Don’t you dare," I glared at him, and he furrowed his brows.

"Haven’t you ever felt like you wanted to be a man?" he asked, and I gulped silently before asking, "Why would you think that?"

He lowered his gaze for a moment and said, "All the women I've met once said that they would want to be a man if given the chance."

His words made my chest feel tight, but I shook my head.

"No, I would never want to be a man. The way men are raised, they are filled with the mindset that they can take control of everything. Just because they are providers—whether it’s a home, kingdom, or finances—they are given the utmost advantage along with that. They could have another woman simply because they could. They make the rules for themselves and for us, and their rules are nothing but unfair advantages to them. And despite all this, they want us women to be grounded and hidden so that no other men will touch us. Imagine if men were raised with the right mentality; there would be no need for brothels. But sadly, women are often considered the reason for their disloyalty too. They say, oh, she wouldn't be able to fulfill his needs. I mean, how many needs do they have? Why is it always about what they wan—"

"He died," he cut me off, and I inhaled sharply, remembering that he was gone. The man who ruined all men for me had died.

"He is gone," he said again, wrapping his arm around me gently.

"I know it’s been difficult. But you are brave and strong because you’ve been through what many couldn’t even imagine,"

His words weighed heavily on my chest, and I exhaled deeply, trying to calm myself.

"We should go," I managed to say as I released the hug, and he nodded.

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