Page 317 of A King's Oath

54. All The Way

— SAMARTH —

Samarth walked into his chambers to Ava’s silk-shorts-covered pretty backside peeking out of his walk-in wardrobe.

“It’s your room too, no need to snoop,” he tugged the string holding his angarkha in place at the neck. Her head pulled out of the walk-in, her hand raising high with the horse brooch she had once gifted to him before a game.

“What is this doing front and centre in your drawer?” She waved it.

“Staring at me every time I open it.”

She turned it over. It was in perfect condition. He had it cleaned and polished at regular intervals.

“What are you doing in my drawers?” He caught hold of her wrist and pulled her up.

“It’s my room too, I should know what’s hidden in here.”

He couldn’t not smile at the perfect little fairy she made. Her night silk shorts and spaghetti were dusty pink, her hands bright with her mehendi, eyes still big in spite of all the makeup wiped away. Her hair was damp, cascading down her shoulders in wet waves. He pushed it away, leaning his head down to plant a kiss on her clavicle.

She popped it — “So are we going all the way or you are planning to wait for the first anniversary?”

He dropped to his knees, taking the hem of her shorts with him. She gasped but didn’t have the time to finish the first syllable of his name as he buried his mouth there. She folded herself over him, the sweetest scream leaving her mouth.

“Sa…” she panted, tapping the back of his head. “Don’t make me… aaah!”

He laughed, and got whacked on the head. Samarth sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand — “You were saying something about first anniversary?”

“That was so…”

“So?”

“So…”

“You’ve teased the hell out of me these last few weeks. This is my limit.” He leaned in to place one last kiss before rising to his feet and pulling her flush against him — “Let’s see who goes shy now, Raje. Or should I call you Maarani now?”

“Raje,” she asserted.

“Exactly my thoughts,” he grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it off and over her head before lifting her in his arms.

“You are still very clothed, Rawalji,”

“Give me a minute, give me a minute.”

He deposited her in the centre of his bed, looking like the dream of his every single night come true. Her legs crossed, one over the other and she pulled them close.

“Samarth — 1. Ava — 0,” he announced before pushing his angarkha off his shoulders.

“What? Why?!” Her body opened up in protest. He pushed his churidar down and climbed between her legs, grinning at her fiery snarl.

“You are so easy to rile up nowadays, Ava,” he went over her and took her mouth into his own. Her body loosened under his, her legs winding around his waist just as her hands wound around his neck, fingers twisting in his hair. The cradle of her lap opened for him and he could feel the build-up of their days of discreet conversations and video calls and the last few minutes welcome him with a flood. His tongue lashed with hers and she bit it.

“Foul,” he pulled back.

“You’re so easy to rile up nowadays, Samarth,” she smiled sweetly.

He reached for his bedside drawer and grabbed a condom.

“What’s this doing here?” She pushed at his chest.

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