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Rani's heart was pounding hard. Her mind invaded with pain, anxiety, surprise, and excitement, an emotional roller coaster. Rani Tejaswini was surprised to see him. She knew it was him, her forbidden lover. Her night companion.

Pain because the leeches were tearing her apart. Anxiety because he was a man other than a king, only a soldier, who was kissing her in her naked state. He saw her naked and, importantly, her face. Now he would know her name, her position, her whereabouts and the hidden truth that Rani Tejaswini is the secret lover he is fucking at night.

He kissed with so much passion and his mind was flooding with an unknown complexity of the situations ahead. He kissed deep and hard and his hands moved swiftly to her left thighs and slid a knife to cut off the leeches. There were only two of them, but enough to wound a person. And rani was a delicate woman, with her soft skin like petals. He kept kissing and diverting her mind and his hands worked wonders on her thighs, other than their night activities.

She felt relieved when the leeches were gone. He sucked her mouth repeatedly without any break like the leeches, panting and gulping in a little oxygen now and then. Once it was clear he pulled himself out of her mouth, and finally their eyes met. Rani exclaimed again "ranasa"

They always met in the darkness of the night, in a dimly lit room, masked with a vial. This was the first time they saw each other, face to face in broad daylight. He was so mesmerized, she was so shocked.

He couldn't look away and she didn't want to. She was so beautiful, like a goddess, a siren, a wonder. She felt he was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

Jaikishen had big doe eyes, joyous, mysterious and so fair like the brightness of the skies. Naughtiness felt so innocent on his face. His eyes could carry a constellation she felt. His button nose was big and prominent, and his lips were out of the world. Like a bow, slender thin lips, with a tiny mole right at the bottom of his lower lip. His jawline was perfect and sharp. He was so captivating like a prince or a king? She doubted if he was just a soldier or a warrior. He had an aura like a king. Her heart felt so excited seeing her lover for the first time.

His body was so muscular and toned, ripped at his abs, biceps, and shoulders every part of his body showed how many hours of work out he would have put in, practicing for years to have a body like that. Slim waist, thick toned thighs, looked so strong, and his frame large enough to take in many women, She thought. His dhoti made him even sexier than his appearance, sticking into his skin showing off his huge ling (cock). He was too big as usual. She blushed looking at him.

But he had a totally different thought. He was feeling hurt for some unknown reason. He felt betrayed for some reason.

His teary eyes said everything.

"kyun kiya mhare saath aisa?"

"Why did you do this to me?"

She was clueless. Why did he say that? Her pain was subsiding. But the blood was still oozing out. Her tender inner thighs were delicate and the cut by the leeches was hard. She kept pressing her wound hard. All she could think of was getting some clothes. Or looking at her secret lover.

They were alone in a secluded place, sacred, and serene. No one else to disturb them for good long hours, many hours and one whole night. As the maid had gone back towards the palace, reaching there would take a few hours, coming back would take a few hours. Her mind was flooded with the idea of spending intimate time with her forbidden lover in the daylight for the first time ever.

She got up and hugged him from behind, he didn't turn back. She planted a few pecks over the scratches she had made last night. His skin was feeling her petal like lips softly touching his skin, giving a wave of new excitement to his lund (cock) she pulled him to her, she was surprised.

"Kya Hua ranasa? Aap ro rahe ho?"

"What happened ranasa, you are crying?"

He struggled hard to put his words out. She waited and he spoke.

"Kyun nahi bataya, ke aap rani ho?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were Rani?"

She had no answer, she thought that the rajmata would have told, but maybe she hadn't told him to keep it secretive. Rani was perplexed to answer anything. But she wanted to ask

"agar rani hoti toh kya aap mujhe choothe nahi?"

"If you knew, I was the Rani, would you not touch me?"

He had no answer to that now. He kept quiet this time. They stood silent, naked and confused.

"iss paavan sthal par, hum mile hain, ye bhagwan ki hi, krupa hai."

"We have met at this sacred place, this must be God's will." She sweetly tried to make him feel good.

He was not thinking straight, he was agitated, young blood in the heat of the moment. He held her hands and hugged her again. Two naked entwined bodies, hugging each other. He kissed her nape and her cheeks and smelled her essence like his life depended on it. He was feeling a weird sense of connection with her. She was so overwhelmed with the love he was showering.

And suddenly being so emotional, that young man, Jaikishen pulled her out from him and dragged her to the cave temple. She followed him willingly, silently. They stood before the deity, all naked in true human form. He was emotional and she was feeling joyous. But he did something that shocked her.

He took the sindhoor from the deity's feet and rubbed it on her mang (center parting of women's hair at the forehead). She looked at him in shock. Many questions lining up her mind. Why was he doing this, what made him do that?...

"ranasa, kya kiya aapne?"

"ranasa, what did you do?"

This meant that she was his wife from now on. That she belonged to him and now she needs to be only his.

"Wahin, jo har mard, apni mashooqa ke saath karta hai."

"same thing, what every man needs to do with his lover."

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