👑Forty Five🔞~

"Aaiye, Maharaj! Itney saalon baad humare dwaar pe kaisey aana huya aapka?"Manyata asked while walking into the room where Suryavardhan was seated.

He stood up, glaring at her. "I have got the news that you are meeting my son often and training him?"

Manyata said,"Which son? Oh Shubman?"

"Maan Singh ka naam nahi lengi aap apne zaban se,"Suryavardhan yelled.

"Adopted son ke liye itna pyaar? Aap jaisey selfish insaan se toh yeh umeed nahi thi, Maharaj,"Manyata teased.

"Manyata!"

"What? You're nothing but a backboneless, selfish, coward! You can't stand up for yourself. Can't take a stand for your love. Can't stop injustice. What are you? A king? Chee!"

"Manyata! Don't cross your limit. A king needs to make decisions going against his own will."

Manyata laughed and clapped. "Going against will. Right! You married princess Manikarnika, going against your will. You had your first son, she passed away, and you started courting me, a singer from the Gurukul you had taken training in for a few years. You married princess Meenakshi, going against your will, as your father didn't approve me as your wife. And you didn't even take a stand for our relationship. Fine! You had prince Hardik within a very short span of your marriage with Queen Meenakshi. Fine! Against your will again. You returned to me when I was climbing the ladder of my career. Here I was a fool to let you back into my life, because women in love are fool most of the time. When queen Meenakshi gave birth to prince Rishabh, I had told you to end things between us, but you didn't, and I again fell weak. When I conceived our child, it had become a scandal. I still bore him, because he was precious to me, but you..."

"But the child was dead, Manyata. And I had always loved you. You know that well. I was angry because of your multiple relationships."

"Oh shut up! I had none. You believed everyone except me. You didn't even consider the child as yours when I told you about it."

"There's no use of talking about all these now. It's in the past."

"Yes there is. There's use of all this now. Itney saalon tak humnein bhi yahi socha tha ki there's no use of talking to you about anything. Isiliye hum yaha se chaley bhi gaye theh. But now I know that my son wasn't born dead. He was healthy and fine. He's alive."

"Bakwas kar rahi hain aap,"Suryavardhan said, turning away.

"But DNA test toh bakwas nahi karega na? I had collected a sample of Maan's hair when he had come to my place for practice, before the semi finals,"Manyata said, remembering how she had ran her finger through Shubman's head, caressing him, and had applied oil to his hair, telling him that it will relax his mind and he will be able to concentrate more on the training. She had collected strands of his hair in the process and had taken it up for the test.

"How come his DNA matched with mine, Maharaj? Answer me."

"I don't know."

"You're lying. You had taken him away after he was born. I was told that my son was dead. You had left me a letter telling that everything had ended between us since our child was no more. I didn't think over it much. I didn't know what to do. I had cried, I had slipped into depression, I had cursed my life. On the other hand, you were living a beautiful life with your family. My son was there with you, growing up into the lovely young man he is. Look at destiny. Destiny brought him to me. You couldn't take my genes out of him,"Manyata said with pride.

"Your genes! Huh! It's the Shekhawat genes that made him what he is. He's a prince. He's my son,"Suryavardhan argued.

"Shut up! Just shut up! If Maan gets to know the truth, he will hate you."

"And who will tell him the truth? You? I'll wipe you away from the face of earth before that."

"Sharm nahi aati aapko Maharaj? Zara sa bhi? Ek maa se uskey bacche ko chheen liya aap ne. Voh baccha, jo haq se Shekhawat hain, apne sirh pe adopted honeh ka tag lekar bada huya. Mere saath jo kiya soh kiya, apne bete tak ko nahi chhora aap ne?"

"Maan ko kisi cheez ki kami nahi hain waha. Voh humare bete hain, sab unsey pyaar karte hain. Sab unhey rajkumar maante hain. Humare properties par, mahal par, har jagah par unka barabar ka haq aur hissa hain. You don't have to think about him. Aur khabardar jo unkey paas gayi aap."

"Hum jaayenge. Hum apne bacche ke paas zaroor jaayenge. Aap humein issbar nahi rok paayenge, Maharaj,"Manyata shouted.

"Kya karengi aap unkey paas jaakar? Maan ko jiss tarha se humnein rakha hain, aap rakh paati kabhi? Humare rajkumar bete apne mahal ki jagah aapke ghar mein palte? Kabhi nahi! Hum bhi dekhte hain aap kaisey humare bete ko humsey dur kar paati hain,"Suryavardhan yelled before walking away from there and Manyata sat on the couch, breaking down into tears.

"Humare bete? Sirf aapke bete hain? Humara kya? Humnein janam diya usey. Hum koi nahi lagte hain uskey?"she said while crying._______________________________________

"Special Thai soaps. Egyptian edition,"Virat said while gifting the box to Meenakshi.

"Humare bacche. Inko humesha pata hota hain ki Maa Sa ko kya pasand aayega,"she said, caressing his face.

Virat and Snehanvi had returned from Bali, the next day, and everyone was sitting around them, seeing the gifts.

"Veer bete, welcome back home. Missed you so much,"Suryavardhan said, giving Virat a hug.

"I missed you all too, Baba Sa. How have you been?"he asked.

"As fine as ever. Abb bass humare Maan Singh ke competition finale mein jaaney ki der hain."

"Dad, you'll be going?"Hardik asked.

"Yah! Why not?"I am free this weekend.

"Rishi! Khoya khoya kiyu hain tu?"Virat nudged Rishabh, who was standing and staring at Suryavardhan.

"Kuch nahi, Dadabhai,"he replied.

"Aaiye chaliye, have the breakfast quickly. It's ready,"Devangini said coming there.

"Jiji! How have you been?"Snehanvi asked, giving a hug to Durdhara, followed by Devangini.

"Fine! Now since we are back together, there have been certain things which I need to tell you both."

"What?"both of them asked and she said,"Not now, after breakfast. Humein ekbar phir se storeroom jaana parega."

"Phirse matlab? Aap dono akele gayi thi? Humare bagair?"Devangini asked in a complaining tone.

"We'll tell you everything. Now let's go,"Snehanvi said.

"Bhai! That house belongs to the famous singer Manyata Shastri,"Rishabh whispered to Hardik, who furrowed his brows and said,"Why did Dad visit her?"

Shubman trailed Chandrika down the plushly carpeted hotel corridor. The silence between them was a heavy weight, amplified by Chandrika's sudden, frantic outburst.

"You're hanging around with Sharon because I'm not talking to you, right?" she accused, her voice laced with a raw desperation that surprised even herself.

Shubman stopped dead in his tracks, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "You're jealous because of this now? Everything was fine between you two, again what happened? Moon, what's wrong with you suddenly? Why are you getting so anxious?" he countered, his voice a low rumble that barely echoed against the hushed surroundings.

The dam finally broke. "Because I am losing everything, Maan," Chandrika choked out, tears welling in her eyes. "I am losing my father's affection, I am unable to concentrate on my practice sessions, I am losing you too. I can't take it anymore," she confessed, the words tumbling out in a torrent of pain and vulnerability.

The sight of Chandrika, usually so composed and strong, dissolving into tears, was like a punch to Shubman's gut. He sighed, the frustration he'd been holding back melting away into a wave of protectiveness. Without a word, he pulled her into a comforting embrace.

Chandrika buried her face in his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt dampening with her tears. His arms tightened around her, a silent promise of support and understanding. The hotel corridor suddenly felt like the safest place in the world.

"Shhh, it's okay, Moon," he murmured, stroking her hair gently. "It's okay. I'm here."

The warmth of his body radiated through her, a much-needed anchor in the storm raging within her. She clung to him, drawing strength from his presence. After a few moments, her sobs subsided, replaced by ragged breaths.

Shubman gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now filled with a deep, unwavering concern. "Look at me, Moon," he said softly. "You're not losing me. You'll never lose me."

He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the lingering tears. He searched her eyes, trying to convey the depth of his feelings with just a look.

"You know that, right?" he questioned, his voice barely a whisper.

Chandrika nodded slowly, the truth of his words slowly seeping into her heart. The panic began to recede, replaced by a fragile hope.

He lowered his head, his lips hovering just above hers. The air crackled with unspoken desire, a current of electricity that ran through them both. Time seemed to stand still as they both were caught in the moment's fragile beauty.

Then, without a further word, Shubman closed the small distance between them. The kiss, a gentle exploration of their connection. But as Chandrika responded, melting into his embrace, it deepened, becoming a passionate expression of their love, their fears, and their shared vulnerability.

As they broke the kiss, he mumbled,"I need you."

Chandrika's throat went dry, and she gasped as he kissed her again. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The anxiety that had been consuming her moments ago was replaced by a different kind of tension, one that coiled low in her belly and sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his body pressed against hers making her ache with need.

“Shubman,”she breathed against his lips, her voice trembling with desire. “Please…”

With that, he scooped her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. Their lips never parted as he carried her down the corridor, fumbling with the keycard to his room before finally managing to get the door open.

The room was bathed in soft light from the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow over the space. Shubman kicked the door shut behind them before lowering Chandrika onto the bed, his body following hers as he hovered above her. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve as if he were memorizing her.

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“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Chandrika arched into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps as his hands found their way under her dress. The fabric was quickly discarded, leaving her bare from the waist up. Shubman’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, his hands cupping her breasts as he leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth.

She cried out, her back arching off the bed as he teased her with his tongue.“Maan,” she moaned, her hips grinding against his in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache between her legs. “I need you…”

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his own filled with a mixture of lust and something deeper while her hands fumbled with the button of his pants.

With a groan, he helped her remove the rest of their clothes, their bodies coming together in a tangle of limbs and heated skin as they kissed and caressed each other and he rubbed her off, making her wetter than she already was.

“Look at me,”he commanded softly, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Chandrika’s eyes met his, her breath catching in her throat as he positioned himself between her thighs. Her breath hitched and she gasped as he slowly pushed inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made her cry out. Shubman stilled for a moment, giving her time to adjust before he began to move, his hips rocking against hers in a slow, steady rhythm.

Soon the room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the slick slide of their bodies coming together. Chandrika’s nails dug into his back as she clung to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, building the tension in her core until she felt like she might explode.

“Shubman,”she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I’m so close…”

He groaned, his pace quickening as he felt her walls tightening around him. “Let go, Moon,”he urged, his voice rough with desire, and she cried out as the orgasm ripped through her.

Shubman followed soon after, his own release crashing over him as he buried himself deep inside her, his name on her lips like a prayer.

They collapsed together and he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his arms wrapping around her as he held her close.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered again, his voice filled with a quiet promise.

Durdhara, Snehanvi and Devangini walked through the extended storeroom of the Amber Taj, moving from one chamber to the other.

"It's like a huge hall filled with antiques,"Devangini said, looking around. "But what are we searching out here?"

"Clue! Clue about Shaktivardhan Shekhawat,"Durdhara said.

"Who is he?"Snehanvi asked.

"Dad were four siblings in total, including Bua Sa. The younger brother died in plane crash, the oldest one, Shaktivardhan uncle, was supposed to be the king. He was the crown prince. However, after his sudden death, Dad, being the middle child and second in line, got the crown,"Durdhara said.

"Okay! But why are we searching clue regarding him?"Devangini asked.

"Not regarding him actually. I want to know about his family. I mean, his wife, and his son."

"His son?"both Snehanvi and Devangini asked and she nodded.

"Me and Ranaji have dug out certain facts. We are hunting proofs regarding it,"Durdhara said and they gave a nod before looking around the place when suddenly Snehanvi said,"It's that a door?"

"That painting right?"Devangini asked and they walked towards it, as the knob was visible upon it.

Snehanvi slowly opened the door and the trio got shocked.

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