He was the thunder she was ready to be struck by.
She was the fire he was ready to burn himself with.
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Born in a world where politics ruled emotions, they dared falling for each other
But...
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Third Person
"Do you really mean it?"
Her soft timorous voice forced Arjun's eyes flutter open. He gazed down and found his lotus eyed wife staring up at him, her eyes bright with unshaded tears while her tawny skin was flushed in red, her lips appeared extra pouty and Arjun was fairly certain he had never witnessed something as rawly beauteous as her ever.
"What?" Arjun quired as innocently as he could "That this blouse really suits you?"
He enjoyed how the eyes that had been glittering with the natural neivete of a new bride mixed with frailty and a hint of desire in them from the physical closeness just a few moments ago were now ablaze with fury and bashfulness as she protested immediately "You know that's not what I meant!"
Arjun tightened his hold as she tried to set herself free. He leaned in a little and with his lips brushing against her ear, purred "No need to be coy, if you want confirmation just ask for it"
His stomach did a somersault when he felt his wife shivering in his arms. Realisation washed over him, he liked making her nervous, controlling her senses, it gave him a sense of belongingness.
"You, sir, are an impossible person to deal with" His tawny admonished him curtly "Leave me" she tried snatching her wrist away quite fiercely.
"You're being heartless" Arjun complained drawing her even closer, emitting a small gasp from her "Don't you think I deserve my wife's company after such gruelling war?"
"The same wife you practically kicked out of your chamber a few hours ago?" She derided
"I didn't.... " Arjun trailed off realising he, in fact, did kick her out. His eyes took a look at her opulent visage with her ebony orbs burning through his soul, her maddening blue lotus scent mingled with another alien fragrance sailing through his senses. The perpetual electricity that defined their relationship forced Arjun to lean in as he breathed in her air and took delight when her slender form trembled in his arms. Her rain soaked fiery eyes started darkeling as she visibly struggled to fight the rising desire.
She was far too aesthetic, far too sensuous, far too empyrean and far too untamed to be just a princess to wed and bed. Arjun was certain, she was created her with the potent mix to annihilate the male population or turn them into mumbling and begging minions and he was afraid, he was one of those minions now and he didn't remorse being one, not at all.
Arjun's forefinger trailed down her face before tugging a standard of her curly lock behind her ear as he watched his wife closing her eyes and sucking in a sharp breath "Tell me Krishnaa, do you really want me to leave you?"
"Choose your answer carefully" Arjun's voice was low yet vehement "Remember we will never have 'today' again, ever"
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