Cittaja || Indian Historical Romance

25.

The touch of his lips was surprisingly soft unlike all of him. Shakra was hard. His hands worn out due to battle and violent hobbies. His beard scratching against her neck when he kissed her was something she wanted more. His grip on her throat was controlled. He knew how tight he was holding. His grip on her waist was tighter. He bit her neck and then licked the spot. The heat that rose from him was welcomed by her body. His shoulders were powerful and hard.

Mayurakshi's hand reached for that spot on her waist. She didn't dare to check if there was a mark still there. The grip was too hard. And crazily enough, it aroused her. He was always careful with her. Always playful but somehow she was attracted to the aggressive royal brat within him. Women all over the world in her age wanted the loving prince but she was dreaming of the brat.

The idea lover was like Krishna, a playful little cowherd boy whose life was filled with adventure of the countryside. Then why did she abandon that ideal and follow behind the warlord?

"Rajkumari..." Diksha patted her shoulder pulling her out of the thoughts. The rose petaled waters were the only savior from the thought. "Rajkumari Yuvika seems to have found out about you meeting Yuvraj Shakrajit. She's making her way here."

Mayurakshi sighed and braced herself for the madness that was about to begin. The torture that was coming towards her. She came out of the bathing pond and wrapped a drying cloth around herself. That's when Yuvika entered the place with all her temper bursting.

"You just cannot let me be, can you?" She shouted. Mayurakshi took a deep breath and rolled her eyes.

"If you have a problem please take it up with Yuvraj Shakrajit."

"Do you have no shame at all? Courting the one who is to become my husband?"

"Congratulations on receiving a proposal from Kalika Empire." Mayurakshi sassed, "I wasn't informed that your marriage was fixed with him."

"Don't play smart with me. You always want what is mine. First you want to take my place in the family..."

"I have all the right in the world to demand the same love from my father that he gives to his eldest daughter. No Dharma in the world restricts me from demanding it. So, that argument stands invalid. I don't want your place. I want a place of my own that is equal to yours in terms of love and affection."

"So typical of you mother and daughter. Your mother tried to take my Amma's place and you want to take mine."

Mayurakshi turned around, fire in her veins. "Do. Not. Bring. My. Mother. Into. This."

Yuvika slapped her. The five fingers left a mark on her cheeks. "How dare you speak to me like that?"

"If you talk about my mother, then I'm not going to stay silent. You can beat me into pulp but every time you and your mother speak about my mother, I am going to speak. Maatru devo bhava. The first form of God on earth is the mother. I respect your mother. You can respect mine."

"I don't need to respect a whore who seduced my father."

Mayurakshi clenched her fist and then stood before her sister, "Then Akka, do tell me why the man you believe to be your future husband is calling me his Queen? Why doesn't he ask you to marry him?"

"Because you are also whore trying to seduce him."

"Does speak volumes on how much importance you have in his life. If your husband is seduced by another woman either you're not enough or he's not enough. So, which one is it?"

"How dare you!!!"

"Stop shouting. It isn't suitable for an ideal Princess to shout."

Yuvika clenched her fists. She wanted to slap Mayurakshi again but she walked out. People saw the mark on her face. They whispered behind her back.