~~•°•~~

Sanskar hovered Swara not leaving her lips. His hands moved behind her to unhook her blouse. His eyes darkened seeing a cloth covering her chest. He took it off pounding on her chest.

He sucked her left nipple caressing the right one. She moaned pushing him to her more, ruffling his hairs. He gave the same to the other one.

Swara kept her hand in his waistband. Making it easy he took it off for her. He kissed every inch of her body and moved down. Throwing her dress to the corner, his kissed his wife.

She shivered, welcoming the pleasure. All she could do was moan his name. He came back kissing her forehead.

He looked at her. "I missed you"

She nodded placing her hand in his cheek. He placed himself in her entrance and grabbing her neck slammed him into her.

He waited for her to get accustomed and started moving. He keep kissing on her cheeks and she clutched her hands around his body.

When they were at the peak, he took her lips with his, biting it hard. He collapsed on top of her, easing himself out.

Laying next to her he panted heavily as she. He caressed her face and she leaned on to his hand, closing her eyes.

"You're mine" He whispered kissing her neck.

She smiled, her eyes closing involuntarily. He chuckled caressing her hairs. He drained her. His little lioness.

~~•°•~~

Sanskar put the red vermilion on his wife's forehead. She closed her eyes in bliss. It was for the first time, both are happy on putting the vermilion. He took the long golden Mangalsutra, he chosed it randomly when his grandmother asked him to pick one for his soon-to-be wife. But now seeing it, he felt it was purely perfect for his wife.

He tied the mangalsutra around her neck. She looked at him through the mirror. He took the duppatta and placed it over her head. Both were happy and contented.

And in love, unknown to them.

Walking out of their majestic bedroom they went to have dinner with his family. Sanskar sat on the centre, she on his right side.  To his left, his mother sat.

Sujata was still mourning for her husband. Even though he only saw her as a heir making machine she loved him to death.

Other than them the former King's brothers Sushant and Jaideep and the latters wife was also present with their kids.

Sushant was the late king's right hand more than being a brother. He put his brother first in every thing, he forgot to have a family looking after his brother.

"Bhayya, since the fair is for two days can i go on both days" Devika, his sister asked.

Sanskar was about to decline when he saw the tint of happiness in his wife's eyes. She too wanted to go.

"You'll take the guards"

Devika smiled happily thanking him. She was the same age as Swara, the beautiful Rajput Princess. Many princes from other kingdoms has kept on sending proposals but the former king declined everyone and now Sanskar wants her to be wedded into a family and a person she likes.

"Maharaja..!" Pankaj bowed before the king whispering into his ears.

Sanskar's body froze hearing his words. He stood up from the floor and everyone followed his actions.

Without a word Sanskar left the room, with a guard giving him his royal sword.

Swara clutched her dupatta, her eyes following him till he left the hallway.

She prayed him to return, safe.

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