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Aaravendra’s POV

I sigh as I exit the chamber, my wife looks so nervous, I won't eat her. She has always been like that. Before our marriage she used to smile and get shy looking at me but this was totally different, maybe I scared her.

I made my way to meet King Abhyudit, my brother-in-law as you might say. I have great respect for him and have known him for a while. We weren't close but the consideration had always been there.

"Pranam Maharaj" I said as I greeted him, he joined his hand and engulfed me in a manly hug.

"Aap ka swagat hai Harshgarh mei Samrat"

"I welcome you King," he says and asks me to have a seat.  I sat on the couch opposite but before any of us could say anything we heard a loud laugh. I frowned and turned my head in the direction of the door.

"Great Samrat, I hope you weren't hurt, being indulged in war" Prince Agastya spoke. I could make out the mockery in his tone yet I smiled at him.

"I am not, thank you for the concern," I say with equal mockery in mine. I do not know why he hates me this much.

"Of course, you are the husband of my sister and seeing her like that made me upset so I asked you in person," he says and sits in front of me, while he leaned over the headrest, no manners.

"I assume you are upset with me" I say without any riddles, he smirks my way and says, "Such intelligence" I sigh as I shook my head. He is a child.

"I apologize for his behaviour but the thing is we did not like the way Aadhya had to come alone here" Maharaj says and I nodded my head.

"I understand King and I am deeply regretful over it but I could not do anything about it. The allies are important to us" . Right, the allies are important.

He tightened his face at my words and before he could say any further, I stood up. "I may take my leave" I uttered and excused myself. I can't understand why these people are making a issue over such petty thing.

I entered my chamber, it was late evening now and as soon as I stepped in I saw my wife, she was doing her hair. They were long and black, and the smooth and silky curls danced as she moved them along her back.

I stood there not able to take my eyes off her. I inched close to her, she wasn't in a dupatta and I assume she had forgotten that I am here now. 

I was about to turn away and go somewhere, I should not invade her privacy. But I froze when I heard sobs, she is crying again? 

When I first saw her today, she was crying and now as well. I darted my eyes at her and saw her covering her face and crying loudly, with no care that anyone can see her in this vulnerable state.

I heard commotion behind me and saw her maid standing there, I signalled her to go away.  I inched closer to her and her cries became more audible, I was hurt by this. I don't like anyone crying like that, it reminds me of her.

"Aadhya" I wanted to call out but could not, my words did not come out. What has hurt her so deeply that she has to cry like this like she is broken?

I just stood there and saw her back, for a long while she cried. I was not able to understand the feeling I had.

She stood up abruptly and turned around but froze seeing me standing there. The shock is evident on her face, no one would want to be seen like this.

"S-samrat?" she shuttered and settled her dupatta over the head, she was trembling and her breathing wasn't steady.

"Aap roo kyu rahi thi?"

"Why were you crying?" I could not stop myself from asking, my wife should not cry like this. She turned more shocked at my question and turned her gaze low, I know she cannot tell me the reason, we aren't close enough for that yet.

I inched closer to her and she nervously held her veil in her hold over the head. 

"I wasn't crying" she says and her back touched the dressing table, such a flat lie. Anyone can know in seconds she was crying, hysterically.

I stood at a decent distance from her and my hand lifted to make her raise her chin, to look at me. Her red eyes were tired from crying and it looked like they had been crying for a long time. Her lips were pink and her nose red.

She was beautiful and I do not know why she appeared even more pretty when crying. A weird thought.

Her lips started trembling at my touch, just like in the morning when I touched her, she was trembling.

"Good that you weren't crying because I hate it" I told her and astonishment washed over her wheatish face. 

"Now tell me the reason" I asked, I used an authoritative tone. She gulped, maybe she won't say it. I was least interested in the answer at the moment because right now what attracted me the most were her quivering lips, my eyes scanned them, slightly open, they were full and the tint of pink made them appear even more divine.

"I - I" she shuttered and I progressed to move my thumb that rested on her chin now to her bottom lip, she was nervous again. My lips tugged up in a smirk at the realization of how much she gets affected by my touch.

"Yes?" I asked her, urging her to continue the answer while I slightly brushed the soft petal, they appeared kissable to me.

"I w-was n-not aahh" she gasped when I pulled her close to me by the waist, I had my thumb over her bottom lips, I wanted to taste those.

Without any warning I thrusted my thumb inside her mouth, the saliva touched my skin, her mouth was hot inside and I could feel something happening to me at that moment.

"Aaah" I gulped a little when she made that sound, it appeared almost as if she was moaning. 

"Cat got your tongue?" I asked her fully aware that I was the reason she could not speak. My smirk intensified when she touched my hand with her trembling ones, fisting over my hand asking me to stop.

I won't.

"Aarav" she said and at that moment I wanted to slam my lips at her. I was this close from doing that and my hand held her nape tightely as I inched my lips closer to hers.

"Do you have a lover?" in the midst of my desire and her making me feel weird this is what she uttered, I was in disbelief.

Fury rushed over me and I held her hair, "What makes you question me?" I asked her. She looks at me with a tearful gaze, the tears appread again.

" I want to know if my husband left me to meet his lover," she asks me, her face showing a hurtful expression.

My hold over her hair softened as I dived into those eyes, they were moist.

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Guess? Did he went to meet his lover or not by the first impressions of him in this chapter? 

I again repeat, no cheating.

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