In the kingdom of the Hayaks, Sugandhipura was the capital, ruled by a king not so righteous. He was Raja (King) Bhooshan Hayak. He was a man at 56 now. A short, stout king always lost in the taste of fine liquor. Though he had many queens and concubines like any other kings, he was unable to have a single heir to the kingdom. He was uncaring towards his queens or his kingdom. 

The rajmata (mother of the king) was worried about the future of the kingdom, and was always forcing the rani's to get embedded with his child. Though many tried, none could bear any. The king was unbothered and in his own world of harem and Nasha (liquor) and unavailable for his rani's (queens). 

The pressure now was on the youngest Rani, Tejaswini. She was 35 years old. A beauty like no other. The rajmata had got the king married to her when she was only 20 years old and she was frequently asked to bed him and bear a child, and produce the much awaited heir to the kingdom. 

Rani Tejaswini was a noblewoman, she was a well educated, independent, capable woman and had immense knowledge about law, and administration. She was also considered a beauty like no other. At 35, she was 5’-6” tall, with a face so ethereal. Her eyes were lotus shaped. her lips also resembled the sharp lotus edge, but fuller and better. She had a few moles here and there. Her nose had a prominent straight ridge and her jawline was perfect. 

Tejaswini was on the petite side around 50kgs, but was athletic. Her prominent collar bones held a heavy bust of maybe the size of melons, often showing a deep cleavage in her tight blouses of the Rani's attire. Her waist was slim, with a deep navel, inviting men to swirl their tongue around it and find the depth. Leading to a broad hips, with perfectly round ass with thick thighs and slender legs. 

What made her different from other queens was her skin, so flawless and smooth and a skin tone like honey, against the other fair Rani's. She was a woman of dignity and would never do anything against the modesty of a woman. But she was a mature fully bloomed woman, she had needs that the king was unable to fulfill. 

After days and months of persuasion, Tejaswini finally agreed to Rajmata's plea. The Rajmata asked the queen to bed any noble warrior of the rajmata's choice and bear a child for the kingdom. That the Rajmata would help her in setting up these sinful date nights with a great warrior and the whole affair would be a secret between the three. She would send the warrior to the queen's chamber every night for months until she is impregnated with the warrior's child. Rani Tejaswini agrees to this unwillingly and regretting having married the king. 

Rani Tejaswini was terribly guilty even before she could commit the sin, but she had heard in the past that such custom was predominantly accepted when the king was unable to bear an heir to the kingdom. But soon there was a thrilling drama unfolding in the royal palace. The Hayak kingdom and the capital Sugandhipura was about to witness a royal affair like never before. 

One night the secret date was set up and Rani Tejaswini was waiting for the unknown warrior selected by the Rajamata to impregnate her. She was dressed in the minimum best like a Dulhan (bride) and her long hair was let loose. Her clothes were only precious jewelry and nothing else. She was fragrant like the ‘Sugandhi pushpa’, a rare flower found only in the garden of the queen's palaces, which was only worn by the queens of Sugandhipura. 

The whole room was dimly lit with sacred lamps adorning the corners of the room and the bedside. There was only one window viewing the backyard leading to the ‘Sugandhi pushpa garden’. The only door in the room connected the lobby of the queen's chamber to the queen's palace corridor. The rear end had an arch opening without any door to the vestibule chamber for Raja and Rani's private time. 

Rani Tejaswini was nervous, an unknown fear embedded in her mind. She was about to be intimate with an unknown warrior other than her husband the King, Raja Bhooshan Hayak. She didn't want to do this, but it was the Rajmata's order and request for the future of Sugandhipura. Her heart was pounding against her huge doodh (boobs) like it was being hammered.

The main condition both Rajmata and the Rani agreed was that the Rani and the warrior would be wearing the masks throughout their forbidden intimacy. Both will make love but they will never see each other's face. This was to avoid any complications that may arise from this taboo intimacy. A top secret, only the warrior, the Rani, and the rajmata would carry to their graves.

Soon there was a flash of light from outside. Rani got scared and looked towards the window. There was a huge, tall figure standing with a broad silhouette. She immediately understood that it could be the warrior whom Rajmata had sent. She sat on her bed adorned with only jewelry glittering in that dimly lit room. She anticipated a never before excitement or anxiety, she couldn't tell. 

The warrior approached the bed, seeing Rani like she was a magical Apsara (fairy) like he had never seen anyone like that before. In that dimly lit room, with incense sticks creating a peaceful aromatic night, his heart jumped in joy, seeing such a beauty in front of him. Rani could tell that the warrior was way too surprised to see her. She didn't mean to ask but just to make sure she asked him 

“aapko rajmata ne bheja hai?” 

“Has rajmata sent you?” 

The warrior was so surprised he didn't utter a word. He nodded his head in agreement. Rani understood that coming from the door side would be difficult so maybe he had taken the garden side and jumped into the window of her chamber. Maybe that was one main reason Rajmata didn't involve anyone else into this forbidden breeding agreement.

Her eyes looked into his for the first time. She could see doe like eyes, full of life and joy, a childlike innocence in his eyes. His eyes traced the features of the rani delicately. He had never seen any beauty like that. He wasn't told that she was the rani. His eyes wandered from her eyes to her neck and then her huge melons. Her doodh (boobs) that made him lick his lips behind the mask. His eyes darted at her big brown nipples and he couldn't control his libido rising under his dhoti. 

His hands raise up to touch those hanging droplets of her doodh (boobs) but restrain touching such a gorgeous woman he had ever seen. 

He felt shocked seeing her “Mangal sutra” (wedding chain), immediately his eyes moved to her forehead, seeing her sindhoor (red color sacred powder, a symbolic representation, worn by married women). He was a young man in heat, but he never crossed his limits or disregarded his culture. 

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