Page 92 of Twisted Alliance

Unlike the previous time, she wasn’t wearing a veil. But instead of feeling exposed, it made her feel seen in a good way. When the talks began, she didn’t remain a mute spectator. She gathered the courage to tell the clan heads what she had always wanted to say.

“I was born in the prominent clan of Gujjars,” she said. “And yet, due to the unrest in the Singoor region and many outdated practices, I did not receive any formal education. I enjoy history, mathematics and clan politics and wanted to be involved in Gujjar administration. But I had to cover my face and was told that those things were not meant for women. Had my clan listened to Mihir Thakvar and joined hands for peace and development, our region would have prospered too. Don’t make the same mistake my family has made. Let your children thrive by opting for peace and development.”

Silence followed her words.

She felt nervous after her speech, thinking she might have offended many clan heads who were also conservative like the Gujjar clan. But Shivay Thakvar’s muscled arm wrapped around her waist, offering her warmth and security.

“My wife has learned to read and write on her own despite the setbacks in life. She is now running the Thakvar trust school and hospital. We would like you to enroll your children, especially your daughters, in the Thakvar school without any hesitation.”

There were cheers.

Ishani recalled the warmth and security she felt standing next to Shivay despite being among the fierce, warring clans.

Her husband continued to be an enigma. One moment she was nervous around him because of what transpired between them so far during their stormy marriage, and the next moment she would feel safe and protected when he was next to her.

Letting out a sigh, she stepped into the library and turned on the computer. She began searching to see if there were books on Singoor region available on the internet. She wanted to learn about the history and geography of the region.

She couldn’t find anything as they were only available as physical books in prominent libraries and limited book stores. The Thakvar mansion library did have some history books on the Singoor region and she had read most of them. They belonged to Shivay’s aunt, Nandini.

She got up from the library computer and went to the shelf to see if there was something she might have missed reading. She wanted to see if there were any maps in particular.

She was browsing through the books when she suddenly felt her neck prickle.

Goosebumps broke out on her skin and when she turned, her eyes met with a broad chest wearing a blue buttoned shirt.

She looked up, and her breath caught in her throat seeing the look in his eyes.

“Shivay—” Before she could finish, he pinned her against the library shelf and placed his hands on both sides, trapping her.

Her heart raced and her stomach fluttered. Although he made her lose her mind with passion at nights, he had never pursued her during the day.

And unlike before, there was no coldness or distance in his eyes. There was only pure heat and desire along with something else she couldn’t read.

He lowered his head, and his mouth caught hers in a passionate kiss.

She ran her fingers into his hair, gripping it to pull him closer. A rough growl emitted from him as the kiss grew fiercer.

Need burned inside her body as she felt his hard arousal against her stomach.

“Shivay,” she managed to whisper. “Someone might come.”

In response, his large hand cupped her breast and stroked. She moaned and arched as pleasure gripped her. His hands went behind her and tugged until the knots fell apart and her dress loosened. His mouth left hers, and the next moment she felt wet heat on her breast.

She cried out as he took the tip of her breast into his hot mouth and sucked, sending a bolt of pleasure directly into her womb. It had only been hours since he claimed her the previous night, but desire gripped her like a tidal wave.

“Please,” she whispered before sliding her hand and gripping his arousal.

There was another rough growl before he gripped her hips and easily lifted her off her feet and held her against the bookshelf. She cried out when his hands slipped under the long skirt of her dress and brushed against her intimate core. His thick finger slipped into the folds where her desire was evident with thick moisture.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed, his voice deep and guttural.

She did as he ordered and wrapped her trembling legs around his hips. He adjusted himself and the next moment, his heated hardness entered her.

He swallowed her cry at the pleasurable burn due to his thick fullness.

His hands held her firmly as he pumped into her with a primal need that resonated inside her. The heavy wooden shelves behind her began to shudder. It felt as though he had lost all control of himself and all he wanted was to be inside her.

A part of her realized that her anklets were making loud sounds. With each hard thrust, the small bells attached to her anklets clanged in a certain rhythm followed by small gasps escaping her throat. If cleaning staff or maids were passing by the library, they would know what was going on inside. But she couldn’t say or do anything right then. He kept her pinned against the bookshelf while he drove into her.

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