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Nakul shook his head. “He made my mother promise never to contact him. No matter what happened.” He paused, smiling at the memory of when his sister Nandini met their father for the first time. She had only seen pictures of him. “My father didn’t know he had a daughter too until Shivay came to Singoor earlier in the year.”
She smiled like she was imagining the sweet moments of a father-daughter reunion. “That must have been such a beautiful moment. He noticed how her voice suddenly shook. “Today, when we performed the ceremony, I was reminded of all my sweet memories of my parents.”
Nakul was relieved to hear her words as he was worried about how performing the ceremony affected her. She was willing to do it for the people but knew it would not be easy for her. “I’m so proud of you.” She had no idea how much courage and hope she gave to some of the clans by performing the ceremony.
“I could not have done it without you and that’s why I’m glad you didn’t leave Singoor.” Her eyes flashed like she remembered something. "Wait, if your mother didn’t tell you about your father, how did you find out he was here?”
Nakul pressed his lips together and nodded. “My mother kept the truth from us to protect us but when she found out Shivay was attacked in Africa and the man was linked to Singoor, she told us everything.”
Aadhya’s eyes widened. “Who attacked Shivay in Africa?”
“A man dressed like a Kabali, with the three-pronged weapon.” He felt the shudder pass through her before she sat up to look at him.
“How-how did—”
He pulled her to him as he could not bear to see the fear in her eyes. “You have nothing to worry about. I’m here to protect the region.”
She smiled at him, the spark in her eyes warming his chest. “I know you will; that’s why I’m not scared anymore to be in Singoor.”
Chapter 28
Aadhya felt a newfound relief after performing the ritual. It felt like she had finally fulfilled her parents’ last wish. She smiled, thinking of the joy in her grandfather’s eyes. That day was the first time he spoke to anyone in almost twenty years. He had shut himself away from everyone after his oldest daughter passed away in the fire accident.
It was a beautiful family gathering after she and Nakul performed the ritual with the priest. She was happy to see her mother’s side of the family. She even caught sight of her cousin’s friend, and she wasn’t jealous anymore.
Aadhya felt a tug in her chest when she was reminded that her aunt was absent from the celebrations. Strangely, performing the ceremony gave her closure, and she wished her aunt was there too. She shook away the gloom and looked forward to spending the day with her aunt when she returned from her meditation camp. She would be home for lunch, and she had planned to spend time in her studio. She had to make peace with the fact that her aunt was in a marriage of convenience and decided to bring it up with her aunt.
She was glad she mustered up the courage to agree to perform the ceremony, especially after finding out about her uncle. She was glad she accompanied her husband to the meeting with the Jodha clan. Unless it was all part of the plan he executed, knowing him, it could have all been a strategy all along but it did not bother her. She was glad he created the situation for her to consider performing the ritual.
Aadhya bit her lip debating if she should give into her need to see her husband right in that moment. A moment later, she walked purposefully toward her husband’s office. She knew he would be in meetings with his team. She appreciated how hard he worked, not just to bring the clans together but also to keep the hunt for Shakti on. And he was very strict about his meetings.
Fully aware he would be busy and that she might get into trouble, she opened one of the double doors to his office. She could hear him speak on the phone; based on what she heard, he was looking for the artist who created the partial painting of Shakti.
Her heart swelled just at the thought of everything he was doing for the people of the region. His eyes held a quizzical look when she started walking to him. She was interrupting him but her need to be with him was far too powerful. In preparation for welcoming her aunt she had worn one of the traditional dresses that she gifted. She had started wearing the necklace she bought at the auction as her everyday jewelry.
Aadhya held his gaze as she walked to him, her fingers toying with that necklace. Her hips swayed, and she saw his eyes drop to her waist before trailing up to her chest and then her face. He didn’t stop talking even as he drank in the sight before him.
She went to stand in front of him, her finger going to his jawline to slowly trace to the edge of his mouth. He had stopped talking and someone else was talking on the call but he kept his eyes on her. She held a coy look on her face as she untucked the sash that covered her chest and threw it on him, part of the thin material covering his face.
As if stunned by her presence, he didn’t move and she enjoyed every expression in his eyes. She bent in front of him, her cleavage on display as she pressed her lips to his, over the thin material of the sash that covered his face.
She pulled back to look at him when she heard his team address him on the call. She hesitated for a moment, but he responded like he was unaffected. Her eyes narrowed in a challenge, and she moved closer to him. Her lips grazed his lips before she moved away to twirl her tongue against his chin before going down the column of his neck.
She enjoyed teasing him, feeling the shudder that rippled through him. His stone-cold response to her seduction pushed her to keep going, and she wasn’t leaving until she got what she wanted—his surrender to her tease.
He held back and continued to talk on the call as if unaffected. It fueled her need to break his resolve. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt to create an opening for her tongue to explore him. She was leaning on him, breasts pressed against him, as she sucked on his skin. She enjoyed the freedom to try different things on him; every time he responded, it gave her a new high and made her bold.
Building upon the small wins, she leaned into him, her hands resting on his thighs for support. The way he groaned in response to her touch made a sizzle pass through her, and she was consumed by her need to pleasure him. She pressed her breasts into him, her hand sliding up his thigh to pull on his belt.
She looked up at him as the conference call continued in the background before going down on her knees in front of him. She smiled, her eyes holding his captive as she reached for the tab on the zipper. It felt painfully slow, but the anticipation built up rapidly. Her need to taste him grew as she pulled the waistband of his boxer to free the beast.
His arousal was hard and needy as it throbbed for her. She circled the hardness that pulsated against her palm. She saw his breath hitch, making a new thrill build up inside her. She didn’t realize how much more pleasurable it was to push him over the edge than being at the receiving end. It explained to her how he got so much pleasure out of making her come undone just with his fingers.
There was another question for him on the call, and he started speaking just as she closed her lips over the tip of his rod. The shudder in his voice made her bold, and she pleased him with her tongue as her hand pumped the shaft.
Just as she looked up to catch his expression, his fingers gripped her hair like he was losing control. The act of pleasing him was setting off a peak inside her, and she didn’t know how to handle it.
“I’ll be right back.” She heard his gruff voice before he ended the call.
