AkDha FF - An Interlude of Passion (Update- PG 11) - Page 4

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Originally posted by: Super Kool

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Originally posted by: IshqDewaani

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Haha, what have I done to make you expect a "crude sense of writing"? 😆 Glad to see you get blown away though. Flatters me immensely.

Thank you all for the lovely comments! They really motivate me to write more.

This is the second part of this short FF. I think I'll write one more as I believe some things need to reach their conclusion.

This FF contains some scenes that are not suitable for anyone less than 18 years. Please read at your discretion.

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JODHA'S POV

Only when she asked him to?

Her senses spun crazily as his warm clean breath washed over her. He was letting her go? What felt surprisingly like disappointment coursed through her. Oh, he was so exasperating!

She closed her eyes, feeling him stretched out partially on top of her. She was so furious at the thought of him doing' that.. that thing with that snooty favourite Queen of his. In the woods! Her mother had never warned her men acted like deranged beasts where it was concerned. Had she known he was.. Had she known Ruqaiya and he.. She breathed out slowly to control her mounting rage, breathing in his scent again. God, he was so manly. Would she ever understand her emotions for him? Furious though she was at his deception, hurt at the thought of him doing intimate things to his other wives' She loved the feeling of him.

"Jodha'" he whispered, rubbing his nose against hers. "What you do to me'" His words sent a thrill through her. She opened her eyes to gaze in wonder at this man. His face was ravaged by desire, the longing in his eyes striking a chord deep within her being. He wanted her. And it was costing him all his strength to stop himself from acting against her will.

"Jalal..." she spoke his name softly, unable to look away from his dark eyes. She felt something akin to tenderness take root in her heart, then burst into bloom at the surprised pleasure on his face. It was the first time she had taken his given name. "Why did you go to Ruqaiya?" Immediately, she felt annoyed at herself for her uncontrollable tongue. Why did it matter to her so much? Why was it cutting her to the quick to know he could desire someone else? She wasn't a child! She was a Queen now. She was not ignorant that kings, whether Hindu or Muslim, took many wives. She would have considered herself fortunate had she turned out to be with someone who only had her to wife. She should be rational. She should understand. She' was angry again.

She stared stubbornly at his frowning countenance. Let the devil fly with reason! "Answer me!" she snapped. His expression became ferocious at her brazenness.

"What would you like to hear?" he inquired silkily, his voice dangerously soft. Deceptive. Oh, two could play at a game.

Imitating his tone, she hissed, "What you do with her when you go hunting. Every single detail. Now." He smirked at that. Did he think she was jesting? She glared murderously at him, tugging at her imprisoned hands again ineffectually. "Either tell me or let me go!"

"Let you go..?" Jalal murmured, his eyes gleaming with devilment. "I don't think so." He lifted his free hand suddenly. She flinched, her eyes wide. Surely he wasn't going to strike her!

He brought his hand close to her face, his expression becoming impassive. "What.. are you doing?" she asked, watching as he trailed a finger down her cheek. Her insides churned, her breathing becoming labored again. Was he trying to drive her insane?

"Answering your question." His finger travelled back from her cheek to her forehead, coming to rest in the middle. The hand holding hers imprisoned tightened imperceptibly. She shivered slightly as he proceeded to trail his finger down her forehead.. over her nose.. her lips. He was so slow, so deliberate. It came to rest on her lower lip, lightly brushing the fullness of her mouth. She drew in a shaky breath, her eyes staring at him looking at her lips. He was so beautiful, this husband of hers!

His eyes were a velvety black, hiding nothing of his emotions. They could be turbulent like a violent storm when he was angry, a melting lava of dark desires when he was aroused and gleamed with a hidden light when he was amused. His lips were sensual, quirked now in a wicked smile. His features must be those her Kanha had envisioned when he created man, she thought wonderingly. So strong, so harsh, so masculine.

His finger left the perusal of her mouth, to dip towards her chin, distracting her. It travelled down her throat, slowly, his eyes following the progress. She sucked in a breath as it reached her chest. Belatedly, she realized she didn't have her odhni! The blouse was cut low, displaying a tantalising amount of cleavage. Hot colour rushed to her face, as he traced his finger sideways falling just short of her cleavage. At the same time, his words from earlier entered her scattered consciousness. Answering your question.

She bucked her hips trying to dislodge him, pulling savagely against his hand. He swore under his breath as he adjusted more of his body atop hers, trying to contain her frantic struggles. "Cease, woman!" he commanded, sharply.

"You cur!" she was mad enough to curse him. "This is what you do with her?! This is what you want to show me! Have you no heart?"

She put all her strength in freeing her hands, tears coursing down her cheeks. "You're heartless!" she beat on his chest with her fists, her voice cracking.

His hands frantically struggling to restrain her again, he growled, "Enough! Stop struggling or I will have you watch me next!" She stopped, giving him such a look of loathing that he stilled. She saw him looking at her face with surprise. He lifted a hand and brushed at the tears running down her cheeks. "What is the meaning of this, Jodha? Why are you crying?"

"I'm not," she replied petulantly, turning her face away. His hand followed her motion, and he caught her chin, making her look at him.

"What is it, little one?" he whispered, concern etched on his face. "Why do you cry so? Have I hurt you somewhere?"

His eyes were searching hers. Her anger melted away again at the gentleness in his voice. Oh, why couldn't he understand? How could she tell him? But it hurt so much.. so very much.. to know he wanted someone else too. Why did a husband have this right to have as many women as he wanted, and the wife have to accept it?

"Tell me, my jaan" Jalal persisted. She felt his hand move from her chin to cup her cheek, his thumb lightly brushing the tear streaks on her face.

The endearment melted her insides, bringing a fresh bout of tears at the futility of it all. Was this all she could have of him then? For this time that he was with her, could she ignore all the times he wasn't? Would she stop staying up for him when he was late to their chamber at night? Could she stop pretending sleep when he entered finally, and instead open her arms in welcome? And could she ever stop her tormented imagination when he walked away with Ruqaiya or any of his other Queens, and just accept the fact that he would be back?

Jalal lifted his hand from her face, and moved to get up. She caught his arm suddenly, bringing his inquiring gaze to hers. "I was just going to get a cloth'" he trailed away, as she opened her arms to his.

"Would you.." she whispered shakily, tears shining in her eyes. "'hold me now?"

He sat perfectly still, his mouth agape. It would have been funny to see him look so astounded, if her heart wasn't breaking with the force of her conflicted emotions. She tugged at his sleeve with both hands. This was what she could have, all she could have. This was what she wanted.

She sat up slowly, as he continued to resist her efforts, wiping her tears. Lifting her hand, she placed it over his strong jaw, gazing into his dark eyes with all the nakedness of her feelings. "I want you to want me, Jalal. Only me. It is unreasonable and childish, and smacks of all things unbecoming of a Queen. Your Queen. It pains me that I'm not the only one for you' " She dropped her hand, and lifted his to her face nuzzling into his palm. She raised her eyes to his again. "'but you're the only one for me."

She gazed steadily into his eyes, dropping his hand. Rajputs were proud, even in their surrender.

He was silently looking at her, his expression giving nothing away. Moments passed by. She shifted uneasily. Wasn't he going to say something? Didn't he realize what it had cost her to make this admission to him? Maybe he hadn't wanted to hear it. Maybe he despised her for not behaving like a true Queen.

She stared in dismay at him. How can one control the way they feel? And he had asked the reason, hadn't he? He shouldn't have asked if he didn't want to know. Callous man! Her expression turning reproachful, she made to open her mouth to give him a piece of her mind.

Suddenly, he lunged at her, his hand twisting in her hair to throw her head back. The other held her face, holding her prisoner, as his mouth descended towards hers. He kissed her hard, his mouth moving over hers in a raw kiss of passion that evoked a similar response from her. Her eyes closed of their own accord. She strained to be closer to him, but his hand was holding her hair painfully.

"Jodha' Kiss me back," he growled against her lips, his voice thick with his desire. It was her undoing. She started kissing him back, shyly at first, trying to tame this magnificent specimen of a man that was her husband. Her hand came to rest on his heart, thudding as painfully as hers. She dug her nails in his chest, wanting him closer.

He complied by pulling her hair back, his lips never leaving hers as he forced her to lie down. She was kissing him now as ferociously as he was kissing her. Her nails dug into his chest, holding him to her.

There was no space for any thought in her mind. It was just him. The feeling of him. His taste, his smell' His groan as she touched him with abandon, her shyness forgotten. The pleasure of his lips raking down her throat, pressing hot kisses down to her breasts. The words of encouragement he murmured to her, as she strained to have all of him at once, trying to give him as much pleasure as he gave her.

They met each other wildly, as passionate in making love as in their temperaments. For the world, he was Jallauddin Muhammad ' the merciless invader of Hindustan. For Jodha, he was Jalal, the conqueror of her heart and her soul. A heart she had lost to him long back, but never admitted. A soul that was soaring now at the beauty of her realization.

As she surrendered her body to him too, she knew it wasn't over yet. She would always want more. The day would bring its own host of complications. But for this moment, this was enough. This was more than enough.

To be continued...

God damn!

I read both parts! I can totally picture this in my head! This is what I love about them

Such attitude and sass I love it! You write really well I felt I was standing in the room watching this happen ahahahah LOL

Awesome part... Loved the things which happened with AkDha.it wa hot and steamy.. Plz write another part. Would love to read more

oh that was hot ☺️

Holy heck, this was hot! By the way, glad you liked the title- its certainly living up to its name! And you have to finish up- what happens the morning after?😉