Page 65 of Sumanika

I couldn’t sleep that night; only two days remained until the grand feast. An enormous crowd of guests had arrived for the Princess’s naming ceremony. I worked all day alongside them to take care of the guests—welcoming them and talking to them; a few meetings took place, and by the end of the day, I felt exhausted and sleepy.

“Shall we bring your dinner, Kunwarsa?” the attendee asked as I entered my chamber late at night. I shook my head lazily, took off my kurta, and lay on the bed.

"No, not hungry,"

My head was pounding from lack of sleep, and I sensed that something was wrong and about to happen. I was exhausted, but the scenario kept replaying in my mind.

And I couldn’t leave during the celebration.

I pressed my hand against my head to reduce the pulsating sensation, and suddenly, a sweet voice entered my ear.

"Kunwarsa, dinner,"

I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes, and reached out my hand to her. I knew who she was.

She approached me quietly, and I gazed at her as she gazed back.

“Someone will see,” she said, looking at the open curtains of the entrance. I held her hand to help her sit on the bed and then stood up.

I went to draw the curtains for the bed and windows, then laid back on the bed on my chest, resting my head in her lap.

She hesitated a little at the sudden touch but gave in after a few moments. I did not know, but her embrace felt good. She was less chaotic, sorted, mature, and understanding. Needless to say, she was also caring and simple.

I had always disliked girls with big egos and unnecessary attitudes. However, she was calm and composed. She remained silent, and I wrapped one arm around her while letting my other arm fall low, reaching the floor.

The silence felt like heaven after too much noise.

“Are you okay?” she asked slowly. I shook my head and said,“My head hurts.”

I could feel her thighs beneath my face. She felt warm—comfortingly warm—but I sensed that she found me cold, unable to get cozy around me.

“Should I massage your head?” she asked slowly, and I inhaled deeply. She pressed her thighs together, and I could feel it.

"If you want," I said in a slow voice. I felt her touch my head, her fingers slowly slipping into my hair and slipping.

Suddenly, my wrist brushed against her feet, and she stiffened slightly. A faint smile crossed my face as I intently took my palm closer to her feet. When my fingers contacted her toes, she rolled them, attempting to pull them away without drawing my attention.

However, it felt good to me.

I gently touched her toes, and her fingers slowed on my head. She also wasn’t wearing her toe rings.

As I touched the tip of her toes, once and then again, from the bigger to the smaller one, she slowly gave in.

I could sense the tension and tightness in her body. Her breathing was noticeably uneven.

"Kunwar Agastya," She muttered in a slow voice, and I lazily hummed.

"Hmmmm,"

“Ann, your hand,” she muttered slowly. I brought my hand even closer to her feet, touching their base, which made her feel ticklish.

She curled her feet and crossed them, and a soft chuckle escaped my lips.

But slowly, she gave in, and I kept feathering her feet while she massaged my head. Her feet were half an inch smaller than the size of my palm, which I discovered by cupping them. The soft tickling made her giggle a little.

“Is everything okay?” she asked again slowly, and I nodded, bringing my finger closer to her ankle. My thumb grazed the bone, and I realized she wasn’t wearing any anklets either. I wondered how she would look once she got ready.

She was beautiful. Her eyes were deep and lovely, and her smile could brighten anyone's mood.

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