Picture edited by Sreya Gupta (mimi)
Notes
Aryavarta : Anciant India (the time of Aryaans)
Apsara: A beautiful celestial creature born from "Ap" or water. It is also used to describe a very beautiful woman.
Kshatriya: According to four castes under Vedas Kshatriyas comes second, they are the fighters who protect the other three castes in short- warriors
Sinhasan: Throne
Tikli: An ornament worn on parted hair to decorate the forehead
Ghaghra: Long skirt
Choli: Blouse
Dupatta: Scarf
This story is rated 16+
underage must take parental guidance
Part I
Love Realised
It was a stormy night in the kingdom of Devgarh. The unexpected rain made the Himalayan kingdom cooler than normal.
"Manyata dear, I think you should have some pleasant sleep tonight. None will dare to step his feet outside at this thunder."
The most beautiful lady of Aryavartaa looked back in her white ghagra and blue choli. A white dupatta is playing trick with her beautiful bosom, wide enough to cover it but thin enough to expose the cleavage. A golden tikli kissed her head, fine diamond necklaces and earrings increased her beauty, but the most efficient was her kajal, which danced while she raised an eyebrow. The gorges chandelier at her ceiling also did not dare to glimpse anywhere else than her beauty. And when her fragile voice spoke the beautiful flowers in her room also felt shy, "Dadi, I see you forgot about men!" The older woman smiled at the younger lady's answer. How can she forget all those years of her life! She was at that very place where lady Manyata is now- The Kalyani Janapad (Head Royal courtesan) of Devgarh.
Though Mrinalini ji is not really Manyata's grandmother, the new Kalyani Janapad had chosen the older one to live with her. Which was very rare in the history of courtesans. Once their beauty is gone they are thrown out like a dried leaf and a new beauty takes her place. A tree also dejects its dried leaves and embraces the young and fresh ones, then why to blame this society!
"And it will be highly disappointing if this wild rain makes every man to embrace their bed instead of my skin!" The Apsara on earth made a mockery sad face and continued, "Rain cannot make all animals in jungle to act like a sheep! There are tigers too. They never stop hunting!" she caressed a king's sculpture in her room( which room possessed sculpture of every famous king from Aryavarta).
The older woman looked at it and smiled, "Don't you think dear you are expecting too much!"
She sighed, "I know dadi, but what to do! This precious heart never stops dreaming." She threw a lotus from her hair to the specific king's sculpture and a secret smile crossed her lips.
Suddenly the thunder roared like an angry tiger and they heard a knock at the large palace gate. Manyata grinned mischievously, her dadi joined and said, "Let me check the guest and you continue your hairdo young lady!"
"No dadi, I must meet the man at once, who dared to cross this high mountain at this hour!" playful grin crossed her luscious lips.
"Umm hmm." Mrinalini ji smiled one of her mischievous smile, "You are the Lady Manyata, You should not be seen so easily dear. This night is still young!"
Smiling at her Dadi's word Manyata raised the satin curtain a bit. She saw that her treasurer is counting, "five hundred gold coins! Have a nice stay sir." He finished in a same vegetarian tone. Both the women made a face.
"Let me go." Mrinalini ji uttered.
"You are completely wet sir. I am arranging a warm bath for you." She called a maid, "Jainandini!" a young girl of fifteen appeared, "Ji Mrinalini ji-arrange bath for our guest right now!"
From her raised curtain Manyata saw a chiseled chinned, well built man of mid twenties. Though handsome men didn't attract her anymore, a smile crossed her lips unknowingly.
She saw that her maidservant is ogling her customer like she will do everything for his one touch but he rejected her instantly with his clever words, "Madam," He addressed Mrinalini ji, "No need to put work pressure on this little girl." Then his intense voice added, "I crossed mountains to see lady Manyata. Just want meet her at once"
As his deep voice pronounced her name a current passed through Manyata's vein, as if she was hearing her name for the first time.
"She is all yours sir" Mrinalini ji smiled, then added, "For tonight."
He beamed at her.
Manyata sighed, "How rude!" and she continued to hear their conversation.
"But I am afraid sir, Jaigarh wasi (residents) are not accustomed with this brutal Himalayan rain."
"So stranger you came from Devgarh's most severe enemy kingdom, crossing those impassable roads!" Manyata smiled as she thought.
The man smiled at her daidi's word, "You are right Madam, the rain is quite brutal for simple tradesman like me!"
"You can never be a tradesman! Why on earth a businessman of Jaigarh will risk his life in a brutal Himalayan rain!" Manyata thought again, "Hmm I get it now! Devgarh allows all sorts tradesmen, be it from an enemy kingdom. You got to be a Kshtriya then." She smiled.
"And came in disguise for me! Hmmm, I am on the verge of being impressed." She bit her lips.
Her chain of thought broke when Mrinalini ji yelled at the maid, "Jainandini, you are still standing!"
"Sorry Mrinalini Ji!" She left the place with gritted teeth while lowering her head.
"Why everybody thinks Manyata ji is the most beautiful lady! What extraordinary beauty she has! She only posses some expensive make ups and precious jewelries, if I am able to put it, I will look far better than her! She threw a flower vase while arranging the bath. That made her angrier because she only had to clean it.
''''''..
Senapati Aryan Rai was just tending to sleep, just then a huge knock at his door broke it all.
"Who could be here at this ominous hour!" taking his sword he went to open the door, but what he saw that pleased his eyes as well as his senses.
A girl of fifteen is standing outside his door; she is fully drenched in rain. Her wet dress made her curves prominent. Though that flower is yet to be bosomed, but sometimes buds carried more honey than a blossomed flower.
"What happened young lady?" He sounded normal to win her trust.
"Senapati ji, I am from Manyata ji's palace. Please save us. I think the king of Jaigarh is staying there tonight".
What he heard that from her that totally shifted his interest from her curves.
He can finally teach a lesson to that s**t Manyata and top of that he can behead the most powerful enemy king! The only thing he had to do is to shoot an arrow and both birds will die! His evil mind smiled but again he thought, If this girl gives fake information he will surely face a death penalty.
"How could you be so sure that he is the king? If he is a businessman then I can't touch him. Though Jaigarh is our gravest enemy, tradesmen are allowed here."
"I saw his horse at our stable. Who does not know about the king's horse 'Abhay'!" The girl smiled mischievously.
"Yes we all know about his horse but we have efficient forces at our border, he could not fool them."
"But Senapati ji, he is well disguised. And look at the weather tonight! May be some how they failed to notice the horse!"
"Smart girl" The Senapati thought, "No he just cannot let her go like this. Such kind of beauty with evil brain is highly unavoidable."
He dragged her inside before she could guess anything. Within a second he closed the door in his practiced hand.
"Senapati ji!" The girl shouted.
"Don't call me that, I am Aryan, please call me Aryan!"
"Please let me go!" the girl screamed.
"Tell me your name first."
"Jai- jai-nandini!" She replied in a scary voice.
"Jainandini , nobody will miss you for an hour. I promise I will reach you home." There is animal passion in his eyes. In her misery Jainandini understood no one will come to save her now.
''''.
Lady Manyata's magnificent bath tub is no less than a pool. White Mountain flowers make it look like pure and virgin. The king of Jaigarh removed his wet clothes and helped himself in a bathrobe, which embraced his well built waist. Socking the raindrops from his body it made his buttock more prominent. Water droplets still dripped from his muscular chest. His magnificent eyes looked lost, lost in a memory. As he embraced the warm water in tub, it became stronger. And he merged into the very moment which made him come to an enemy kingdom risking his life.
"I am lucky Maharaj I am a tradesman of Jaigarh, no king!" the king frowned hearing this from Jaigarh's finest businessman and the man continued, "I heard the royal sinhasan is very comfortable but cannot be more than Lady Manyata's bosom." He winked.
The king stopped for some moment. Everyone knows stories about Lady Manyata's beauty, but as the king of Jaigarh he knows he cannot enter that very kingdom where she stays.
"What is so wrong about Jaigarh's Kalyani janapad!" he asked back.
"I have to know this Maharaj! As she specifically asked me, how much actual honey jaigarh's lotuses posses, that the lions also stuck to it ignoring the real flesh!"
The king's eyes glowed; and a smile crossed his lips. He realized that he had to see her at once, even though he had to risk his life!
As he returned back from the memory he suddenly sensed the smell of Jasmine. Then looked that the Apsara is standing in front of him! She is dressed in a short length dhoti (which was even shorter for an escort) baring an ample amount of her pale slender thigh, a white breast band is holding her assets. There are jasmine garlands all over her body; it adorned her ears, neck, hands, waist and feet. These very jasmine garlands made all of her curves look perfect.
Her voluptuous waist, ample bosom, and bare exposed navel were even able to make the sky bow , and he is only a king of mortals! The king thought, "Risking life for this treasure is totally worth".
In her spell he did not notice that she too is awed looking at him, "Precious heart what mischievous trick you play!" She uttered in her mind as she could not believe in the presence of the man in front of her! But it got to be him; no other eyes can drown the most beautiful woman on earth. Though mesmerized at her thought somehow her lips sounded, "King Udayveer of Jaigarh!"
He locked his eyes with her and beamed, "So finally I get the view of the Goddess!"
His playful rough lips and intense voice finally gave her the confidence, the most powerful king of Aryavarta has come to her! Then it also means the most valorous king risked his life for her! She never thought in her dreams that this very man will also be charmed by her beauty! Actually she craved in her dreams for this moment, never expected it to be come true.
She lowered her eyes to hide her emotions, "Sorry to make you wait Sire, please do not embarrass me. I am at your service your Highness."
Lowering her eyes also she is the goddess! The king drank that beauty like thirsty desert.
"Do you need more warm water your Majesty?" She asked while holding a pot.
"Could be warmer than your touch?" playful smile crossed his lips.
She giggled hearing his words and her large breasts danced with it, exposing her cleavage more, "Well I cannot say about your skin sire!" "But I can guarantee to burn your heart in this cold night." Seductively she said.
He came nearer where he can hear her warm breath, "Then burn me darling!"
The passion he held while saying, it became harder for her to keep her assets intact in her breast band. She immediately entered the tub to hide her bud like nipple. Lady Manyata could not lose her control so easily. As water covered her assets she came near him with a playful smile.
Touching his strong masculine chest she uttered in an innocent voice, "What made the emperor arrive into this poor girl's hut?"
Enjoying her touch he said, "Someone missed me in her sleep, so I thought I must pay her a visit."
"So you heard all this!" She did not hesitate, "But haven't your businessman told you I rarely get a night's sleep!" Lasciviously she said.
"Then I am flattered that you see me in your precious pleasure!" He chuckled. Her dark doe eyes in half stare stunned like a star, where all of her Goddess like pride erased suddenly. Her face looked serene and innocent like moon.
The king noticed it then and there, her flawless dark eyes so inescapable. He took her chin into his palms; and Manyata drowned into his deep eyes once again, "If his one touch holds this much power, Oh God then I will be naked before he unties my strings." She closed her eyes; wet tangled hair fell on her pale face. She chose the water to hide her asset but the mischievous one played on it making it look larger and prominent and the floral scent in the warm water smelled wild suddenly. King Udayveer realized if he waste a single second he'll repaint throughout his whole life! Without a second thought he kissed her petal lips like an eager honey bee. Breathlessly, she totally fell with it.
Her breasts danced with the rhythm of her heavy breath. He kissed her hair then her neck, ran his fingers sensually caressing her back. She felt earthquake inside her stomach.
Then she realized, before she could recover the quake, that he had freed her from all of her strings.
"What is happening with her? She is used to play game of love called sex with different man at every single night! They touched her in every way, but it entrained her only! It gave her pleasure finding how men of power lose their wits for her body! But she is Goddess; men are subjected to bow in front of her submitting their wits! But tonight when a man ripped her clothes, bruised her breasts with his kisses, made her blush with his reckless glances, she felt like he is peeping into her soul. When his bare hands touched her uncovered hips seeking the final binding of love, she moved away. Moved away in fear, if he touches her more, her long veiled soul will also be stripped.
''''.
Senapati Aryan Rai clenched his fists and hit on a table, "You cannot leave me like this b***h!" He yelled. As the girl managed to escape before he could taste her. He ran for her like a wounded tiger, but could not find her. In his frustration he bellowed, "Let me kill the head S**t first, then I will see how you escape from Aryan Rai, jainandini!"
Immediately he returned to the chamber and started to dress like a gentleman as he had to complete a very important job now. And every important job needs to begin perfectly, cause they had to end perfectly. Aryan Rai's jaw tightened for vengeance, "You dared to reject to sleep with me head S**t! You have to pay for it!" Again he remembered those moments-
The head treasurer saluted seeing the Senapati. He submitted five hundred gold coins and a proud smile crossed his lips. Just then he heard the noise of her anklets.
"Who let this creep enter my palace?" There was anger, pride in Manyata's voice.
Aryan Rai, looked at her in astonishment then it turned into rage, "Who the hell she is to reject to sleep with me!". Even guards of lady Manyata were also scared listening their mistress's angry voice and disgust to the Senapati.
"Guards! I want this man to be thrown out of my palace right now! and if he is seen within the range of my palace, he should be beaten to death!" Her guards came forward with complete astonishment, but they could ignore their mistress's words. Politely they requested the Senapati to leave.
"What the hell Manyata! I paid five hundred gold coins, you got to sleep with me!"
Ignoring him she looked at the treasurer, "Return him all of his money!"
The serious faced treasurer was also scared seeing his employer's sudden temper. He returned the money immediately in his shaken hands.
"Don't show attitude in front me s**t!" Senapati Aryan Rai yelled.
She raised an eyebrow and bellowed, "My guards have you lost your hearing ability!! I say this thing to be out of palace before I flip my hair!"
Her guards were astonished again but the Apsara on earth is the sole ruler of her palace. She the only king here- so they had to drag the senapati out, but the man looked back and challenged, "You know Manyata I'll come back to your palace, not to savor you but to kill!"
"Creep, you are not even eligible to touch my toe nail!" She looked at him in a fiery rage, "Even the lord of death will die a thousand deaths if he even thinks of coming through your filthy hands!"
He yelled again at that memory, "Now you will see Manyata, how the lord of death touches you before you recognize him!" An evil smile crossed his lips.
'''''..
King Udayveer looked at Manyata. Many a time he had spent his nights with escorts but no one ever dared to reject him like this! But again he thought, "How can I dare to compare her with any other woman on this earth! She is a celestial, she has every right to act the way she wishes!" But her distance was killing him every moment.
O beautiful one, protest no longer.
I am eager as a bee, let me take your honey.
Darling I beg you holding your hands,
Do not be cruel, have pity on me.
I shall say that again and again,
No more can I suffer agony of love.
(Original poetry by Vidyapati)
She can suffer a thousand deaths, but the agony in his eyes was unbearable. So giving up every reason to live she came to him!"
But his agony flooded his eyes, "Did I hurt you my lady?"
Tears escaped from her eyes, as she found the ocean of love at his gaze.
''''.
Jainandini fell on ground when she rushed to the palace. Her clothes tattered, stained with blood, and she burst into unstoppable tears, "Oh God what a foolish girl I am! I wanted to be like Manyata ji! I wished to see the same desire for me in men's eyes; I wanted to be rich like her. But now I realize, though poor I was one of the luckiest girl and I lost everything in jealousy." She cried lying on the floor. But suddenly a smooth touch made her stop.
"Jainandini! What happened to you girl." Mrinalini ji cried.
She hugged the lady instantly, "Please forgive me!" and fell into tear again.
"Who did this to you!" Mrinalini ji said in a worried tone. But she realized that Jainandini is in no condition to answer, so tenderly she took her to her room and started to aid her. She could have called any maid but her constant repaint, "Forgive me!" made her worried more. She had to know why this ruthless teenager maid suddenly seeking her forgiveness.
''''.
"Yes, you did indeed!" Manyata's voice choked while saying this, "Why didn't you come to hurt me earlier?"
King udayveer held her chin with his tender touch (though there was a burning passion in his eyes), "we love to wear diamond day and night for pleasure, but it shines best in the sunlight!"
Yes he is right, if she is the diamond, he got to be her sunshine. She shines, she glows, she dazzles only in his arms. He makes her herself.
She hugged him tightly; her swollen breasts touched his muscular chest and he lost every reason to stay aside from her.
As they became one, he took all of her existence into his heart and gave all of his being to her. He had met several women in his life, with some he fell in love, and with some he made love. But this was beyond love, what he felt within her is cannot be described with the language of love. It was union- union of body and soul.
She cried as her lover flooded her with waves of ocean. She entwined her legs around his buttock, to completely drown herself.
Everything went still to witness the sacred love. Even the water in the tub also chose to keep silent. Those mountain flowers awed their passion of first love.
They did not notice for how long they were one like that. May be for hours, ages! It did not matter anymore, they realized they will never be separated.
'''''''.
Though it's an ominous night the General Rajendra Seth was wide awake. A smile crossed Aryan Rai's lips when he asked, "Is everything alright Senapati?"
"It's more than perfect sir! Don't you think tonight is perfect for hunting?"
The General frowned. Smiling in pleasure Aryan Rai added, "I am here to elucidate sir!"
'''.
Again he took her chin into his hand and Manyata realized her king wants her still more. But to her surprise he only kissed her forehead and left the tub.
She went red looking at his gorges masculine bare buttock and looked away immediately before he could catch her.
Wiping the water from his body the king dressed himself. Though not looking she realized he is shooting glances at her. She had no idea where in this tub her pieces of clothes were lost, if she rises from water he could see her naked again. She blushed at thought.
Oh Darling!
I have given
Given my soul to cover your heart
Then why be shy to tear me apart!
Yes I am hurt
But know in my heart
Your shyness, red blush
Is only for me
Makes me love you even more
My lovely Lady!
(My Poetry)
He took a long sheet and covered her whole body. Though it went wet and clung to her body, he did not pay any glance at that. Slowly he carried her from the tub and placed her on his lap. He looked at only her eyes. She too merged into his eyes again. Slowly caressing her cheeks he left. And covering her whole body also she felt naked.
Tears fell from her eyes like shower. Each drop of it bore a memory of her past-Her childhood, girlhood, memories with her small happy family and then''she burst into tears. How can she forget those memories which made a simple introvert girl an Apsara or just a prostitute!
( some parts Inspired from the tale of Amropali of Vinaypitak)
Note: It is a Four part OS...more comments and likes will mean faster update 😊
With love
Panchaali/Payel
Index
Part II (click) - pg 6
Part III (click)-pg 10
Part IV (click)- pg 17
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Debate Mansion
Parineeti
Chakravarti Samrat Prithviraj Chauhan
