It’s been ten days since our remarriage, ten days since she became my wife again. But the last step—the union of our bodies and souls—is still left. That final bond is the key to completely ending this curse that has haunted me for centuries.
And yet, I can’t bring myself to take that step. Not now. Not when she has already endured so much for me.
Her pain, her tears, her sacrifices—they weigh heavily on my heart. She has suffered because of my darkness, my obsession, and my cursed existence. I want her to recover, to heal, to smile without the shadows of her past clouding her eyes. Her comfort is all that matters to me now.
Every time I see her, my entire being aches to claim her, to make her mine in every possible way. But I hold myself back. I would rather endure my cursed life a little longer than rush into something that might hurt her.
I only want my Jaan’s happiness. Her peace. Her comfort.
Because in the end, her smile means more to me than my freedom.
We’re still in Rajgarh. She insisted on staying a little longer, wanting to explore every corner of this place that holds so much of my past. How could I say no when her excitement lit up her entire face? Her wish is my command.
The days here have been peaceful, almost surreal. Watching her smile, hearing her laugh as she wandered through the palace corridors or marveled at the grandeur of the gardens, it felt like a balm to my cursed soul. She’s bringing life back to this place, and unknowingly, to me.
Tonight, when I returned to our room, I stopped dead in my tracks. The room was beautifully decorated—soft candlelight danced against the walls, flowers adorned every surface, and the faint, intoxicating scent of jasmine filled the air.
And then, she stepped out.
Fuck.
It’s been ten days since our remarriage, and Ashtram has still held back. I know it’s because of my health, the bruises and the pain I've gone through, but tonight... tonight, I want to take the next step. I want to feel completely his, and I want this curse to end.
I spent hours decorating the room, each candle placed carefully, petals scattered like a path leading to the very heart of this moment. Everything had to be perfect. For both of us.
I chose a short bodycon dress—something that hugged every curve of me, something I never thought I’d wear. But tonight, I wanted to show him a different side, a side where I fully claimed him, where I made him feel just how much I need him.
I slipped into the dress, my heart racing. When I looked in the mirror, the nervousness was mixed with something much stronger—anticipation. No more holding back. I wanted him to see me, really see me. And tonight, no matter how much he tried to resist, I knew he wouldn't be able to.
The door creaked open, and there he stood. Ashtram. His eyes scanned the room, and then they landed on me. His gaze softened, taking in the candles, the petals, and the dress. But it was the way he looked at me that made my breath hitch.
I stepped forward, the soft rustle of my dress the only sound in the stillness.
Ashtram stood frozen in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the room in quiet surprise. The soft flicker of the candles, the scattered petals—it was all so carefully orchestrated, so intimate. But it was her, Niranya, who took all of his attention.
She was standing there, looking like a goddess. His breath caught, his pulse quickened. But he didn’t move, not yet. The air between them was charged, thick with something undeniable.
“What’s all this, Jaan?” His voice was gentle, his words wrapped in concern. But beneath it, there was a trace of something deeper, something primal that he couldn’t suppress.
Niranya’s lips curved into a smile, but it was soft, knowing. “I want you to claim me tonight, Ash,” she whispered. “I want us to finally end this curse. I want to feel whole with you, and I want to do it in the way we’ve always meant to.”
Ashtram’s heart skipped a beat at her words. His chest tightened, and yet, he still didn’t move. He could feel the desire burning within him, but more than that, he felt a deep love for her—a love that made him hesitate.
“No, Angel,” he said, his voice soft but firm as he stepped closer to her. “You don’t need to wear this Jaan.... this dress to seduce me. Your presence alone is enough. Your touch... your eyes... your smile...your existence... they are enough to make me forget everything but you.”
His fingers gently brushed her cheek, his thumb tracing the soft curve of her jaw. “But this,” he gestured to the dress, his gaze lingering on her, “this is something else entirely. This dress, it clings to your body, making you look... divine. Yet, I would be ashamed if I were to let it cling to you when you deserve so much more than that.”
He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. “You are not just my desire, Jaan. You are my everything. I want to worship you, cherish every part of you, as you deserve. But I will not rush you. I will wait for your command, for you to tell me what you want, what your heart desires. And I will fulfill it, my angel.”
Niranya’s breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze. There was love in his eyes—undeniable, unconditional love. But there was also an intensity, a promise that made her heart race.
“You don’t need to wait, Ash,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I want you to be mine tonight, and me to be yours, fully. No more holding back.”
Ashtram’s hands hovered at her waist, his fingers almost touching her, but he didn’t pull her closer. “And you shall have me, Jaan. I will make you feel every moment of it. Every breath, every touch will belong to you. But you must command it, my Queen. Tell me how you want me, and I will become yours in every way.”
He stepped back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Your touch... your voice... they haunt me, Angel. They have since the first moment I saw you. You don’t need to seduce me with a dress. You seduce me with your soul, with your purity, with the love you give me without asking for anything in return.”
She reached out, her fingers grazing the collar of his shirt. “Then let’s take the next step, Ash,” she whispered. “Claim me, and end this curse for good.”
Ashtram’s heart raced as he leaned in, his forehead resting gently against hers. “I will claim you, Jaan. But when I do, you will never doubt my love for you. Every part of me will belong to you, and I will worship you in ways you can’t even imagine.”
Niranya’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried a weight that made Ashtram pause, his entire focus snapping to her. Her words, soft but clear, pierced through the heavy silence between them.
“I want to forget everything, Ash… I only want to remember you and me. Only us, and our love.”
The confession hung in the air, tender and raw, as her eyes met his with a depth that stirred something primal within him. He could see the vulnerability in her gaze, the unspoken trust she was placing in him. It wasn’t just her body that she was offering tonight—it was her heart, her soul, her entire being.
Ashtram’s breath caught, his hands stilling at her waist as the weight of her words settled over him like a blanket. The desire that had simmered inside him now felt secondary to the deeper pull of her plea. He didn’t need to ask for clarification; he understood exactly what she was saying. She wanted to forget the pain, the heartache, the burden of the curse they had both carried. She wanted to escape everything but them—only them.
His heart thundered in his chest as his lips parted, the words slipping out before he could stop them. “I will make you forget everything, Jaan. I will make you forget the world around us. Only us will remain.”
Niranya’s hand reached up, her fingers tracing the sharp edge of his jawline as she spoke again, her voice full of quiet determination. “Please, Ash… make it so. Make me forget everything, just… just keep me with you.”
Her words were a plea, but her eyes—her eyes were a command. And Ashtram, knowing her soul as well as his own, knew that there was nothing more he wanted than to make her wish come true.
He closed the distance between them in a single step, his hands gently cupping her face, his thumb brushing over the delicate curve of her cheek. His voice, hoarse and filled with passion, held the promise of everything he was about to give her.
“You will forget everything, Jaan,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke the words she needed to hear. “Every shadow, every regret. There will be nothing left but you and me. Just us, as we are—together.”
She closed her eyes at the sound of his words, her heart racing in her chest. Every part of her was already his, but hearing him say it—hearing him make that promise—was everything she needed to fully surrender.
Ashtram stepped back slightly, his hands moving to the tie of his shirt, his fingers working with an almost painful slowness as he undid the knot. His gaze never left hers as he spoke again, his voice steady but filled with heat.
“You won’t need to remember anything but us, Jaan. I’ll make sure of it. Our love will be the only thing that exists from here on out. Just you and me.”
Niranya’s breath hitched, the anticipation in the room growing thick with every passing second. She could feel the moment approaching—the moment they would finally cross the line between longing and fulfillment.
And then, with an intensity that seemed to envelop the very air around them, Ashtram’s lips captured hers in a kiss that held every promise, every emotion, every ounce of love he had been holding back.
As their bodies pressed together, every touch, every kiss, every whisper of affection spoke of the shared future they were about to step into—where the world beyond them no longer mattered. Only them.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers as he whispered softly, his voice now thick with desire and love, “Now, Angel... get ready to be mine completely.”
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