Canvas of Timeless Fate

Chapter 27 - the unspoken Bond

She turned her face slightly to the side, her lips brushing against my cheek. “Will you miss your home, your kingdom, your friends if you’re far away and you can't go back ?”

Her words caught me off guard. What did she mean by that? Was she trying to distance herself from me, trying to make me understand her reasoning?

I leaned in, close enough for her to feel my breath against her skin. “What does that mean, shivi ?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She closed the distance, her lips brushing lightly against mine. It was soft, gentle, and for a brief moment, I was lost in it. But then the anger hit me, the fury of her decision to marry someone else, to take this step without thinking of me.

I pulled away from the kiss, my hands gripping her arms, my voice harsh. “You kiss me and then tell me you’re marrying someone else tomorrow?”

She looked up at me, her eyes dark and filled with something unreadable and tears ?  “Yes, I am,” she whispered, as if it was nothing.

The possessiveness in me exploded, and before I could think, I crushed my lips to hers again, more urgently this time. My hands cupped her face, pulling her closer, holding her as though I could absorb all the distance she had put between us.

She was gentle, tentative, but I was rough, desperate, and unwilling to let her go.

When we finally broke apart, I was breathless, my chest heaving. “You’re mine, my little seductress ,MY shivi ,” I whispered, my voice strained. “You don’t get to marry anyone else. Do you hear me?”

Her lips parted in shock, and for a moment, she looked at me as though she didn’t understand the depth of what I was saying.

She took a step back, her body trembling slightly. “You think you can control me, Viraaj?”

I stepped forward again, my hands reaching for her, pulling her back to me. “I’m not trying to control you. But you belong to me. You’ve always belonged to me.”

She shook her head, but I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the way she was torn between her duty and what was burning between us.

“You will regret this, my little seductress,” I warned, my voice dangerously low.

I kissed her once more, this time softer, gentler, as though I was trying to convey everything I couldn’t say with words. When I pulled away, I saw the surprise in her eyes.

She didn’t say anything, just stood there, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, as if she was trying to make sense of the whirlwind that had just passed between us.

I couldn’t leave, not like this.

I pulled her closer, feeling the warmth radiate from her body, and she didn’t resist. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, reflecting a storm of emotions that raged within her. I could see the conflict etched on her face, a battle between love and obligation.

“Okay,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper, “if the marriage is what you want, then a marriage you'll get ?” I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine, feeling the familiar spark ignite between us. This time, she tried to pull away, to regain control, but I was relentless. I bit her lip gently, just enough to draw a bead of crimson, and the metallic taste filled the air between us. She gasped, and I could feel her hesitation waver, her body betraying her mind.

“Why did you kiss me if you really want to end this?” I asked, my breath mingling with hers, the tension thickening like a fog around us. She didn’t answer, her silence a heavy weight that pressed down on my chest. I nodded slowly, understanding her turmoil. “So you’re not going to answer me, okay. Let the answers lie where they may.”

I could see the confusion in her eyes, the way her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of her feelings. I decided to turn the tables, to mirror the way she had seduced me that night, the way she had kept me on edge, longing for her touch. I leaned back slightly, giving her a moment to breathe, to think, but I could see the fire igniting within her, the way her breath quickened as I drew closer again.

With deliberate slowness, I traced my fingers along her jawline, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. I leaned in, whispering sweet nothings that danced on her ear, igniting a spark of longing deep within her. “You know you want this,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her neck, eliciting a shiver that coursed through her body. I could feel her heart racing, the rhythm echoing in the silence that enveloped us.

Her body responded instinctively, arching towards me, craving the connection we shared. I could see the struggle in her eyes, the way she fought against the pull of her own desires. But I knew, deep down, that if she were to marry anyone, it would be me. Only me. No one else could ever take my place in her heart.

I captured her gaze, holding it steady as I leaned in closer, our breaths mingling in the space between us. “You’re mine,” I whispered, the words a promise, a declaration of the bond we shared. “No matter what you choose, remember that.” I kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring every ounce of my longing into that moment. Her lips softened against mine, and I felt her surrender, the tension in her body melting away as she leaned into me.

The kiss deepened, a dance of passion and desperation, as if we were trying to reclaim all the moments we had lost. I could taste the salt of her tears mingling with the sweetness of our connection, a bittersweet reminder of the love that hung in the balance. I pulled her even closer, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, the way she fit perfectly in my arms.

As we broke apart, our foreheads resting against each other, I searched her eyes for answers, for clarity. “You don’t have to fight this,” I said softly, my voice a gentle caress. “You don’t have to choose between us and what you think you should want. Follow your heart.”

In that moment, I saw a flicker of hope in her eyes, a glimmer of the love we had built together. And I knew, no matter the obstacles that lay ahead, I would fight for us.