Morning came quietly.

The golden light of dawn passed through the carved wooden lattice and spread across the room like soft threads of fire and silk. The warm light of the rising sun slipped gently between the curtains, filling the air with a calm glow. But Advika did not notice any of it.

She woke up to the sound of his heartbeat.

Her cheek rested against his bare chest, and his arm was wrapped around her body like a promise that could not be broken. Their legs were tangled together. Her body was sore in places she had never felt before, and her lips still carried the soft memory of his mouth and his hands, the way he had touched her, the way he had made her fall apart completely as if she belonged to him.

She moved a little.

Ranjeet felt it.

“Hmmm,” he murmured, his voice low and heavy with sleep. “Are you trying to escape already? I should have tied you down last night.”

Her cheeks turned hot. “Shut up,” she whispered.

He opened one eye and gave her a lazy smile. “You were not saying that when you were moaning my name like it was a prayer.”

Her hand landed weakly on his chest.

He caught it with ease, laughed softly, and kissed her knuckles gently.

For a moment, everything felt light and easy, but then something changed in her face. A quiet thought passed behind her eyes, something that felt like doubt and curiosity mixed together.

She looked up at him suddenly. “You have done this before, haven’t you?” she asked.

He blinked.

The air between them changed.

Her voice was softer now, but it carried a sharp edge. “All those things you did. You have done them with other women.”

Ranjeet stared at her silently for a moment.

Then he nodded slowly, his face serious.

The room became quiet.

Advika turned her head away. She had always known he was not pure. She knew he had power, experience, and a past filled with women who wanted him. But hearing it so simply, with no excuse and no denial, made something inside her chest twist in pain.

Ranjeet saw the change in her expression at once.

He sat up a little and brushed her hair back from her face, but she refused to meet his eyes.

“Advika,” he said softly.

“No, it is okay,” she whispered, lying back again. “You do not need to explain. I am not foolish.”

He held her chin gently and turned her face toward him. She had no choice but to look at him.

“I have done those things,” he said honestly. “I will not lie to you.”

She looked into his eyes, trying not to let the hurt show.

“But,” he continued in a softer voice, lowering his head toward her, “there is one thing I have never done.”

She blinked slowly. “What is that?” she asked.

He leaned down closer until his lips brushed against her mouth. “I have never wanted to worship someone,” he whispered.

Before she could say anything, he kissed her.

It was not just a kiss. It was deep and claiming, as if he wanted to make her forget the world outside this room.

His hands moved the sheet away from her body, and he laid her gently back against the pillows. His mouth touched her throat first. Then he kissed the curve of her collarbone. Then he moved lower to her shoulder and continued downward.

He kissed her skin slowly, as if he wanted to remember every inch of her.

One kiss on her neck.

One kiss behind her ear.

One kiss on the soft curve of her chest, followed by another and then another, each one slower and warmer than the last.

“Commander,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

He did not stop.

His lips moved lower, down her stomach, across her waist and over the edge of her hip. He kissed the soft places no one had ever touched before. Each kiss was gentle but strong enough to make her tremble.

“I have touched others,” he whispered softly against her skin, “but I never wanted to taste someone the way I want to taste you.”

He kissed the inside of her thigh. Then he kissed the other side.

Advika's fingers clutched the sheets again, her entire body burning.

"C-Commander—what are you—"

He paused just above her navel, looking up at her.

"Something I saved," he whispered.
"For someone who makes me lose control."

Advika shiver. His fingers reach her folds, wet already from kisses. She feel embarrassed, but he say, "This good. Mean you like."

He kiss down her belly, tongue lick navel. Advika breathe heavy now. Ranjeet push her legs apart gentle. She feel exposed, air touch her private place. He look at her pussy close, eyes hungry. "So pretty," he murmur. Then, first time, he lower head and lick her clit. Advika cry out, surprise. His tongue flat and warm, slide over that small button. It send shock through her body, like fire but good fire.

Ranjeet lick slow at first, taste her wetness. Clit swell under his tongue. He circle it, flick tip. Advika grab sheets, hips move up without think. "Oh... Ranjeet..." she moan. Never feel this before. Her virgin pussy throb, want more. He keep licking, tongue press harder now. Saliva mix with her juices, make slippery sound.

While licking, Ranjeet slide one finger to her entrance. He rub outside first, feel tight hole. Advika tense, but he say, "Relax, I gentle." Then finger push in slow, just tip. She so tight, virgin walls grip him. He move in and out little, while tongue still on clit. Advika feel full, strange stretch, but pleasure from clit make it okay. He suck now, lips around clit, pull gentle. Tongue inside mouth swirl on it.

Finger go deeper, curl inside touch spot that make her shake. Advika cry louder, body twist. "What you do? It... too much!" But she not stop him. Ranjeet add second finger slow, stretch her more. He pump fingers steady, in and out, while suck clit hard. Her pussy make wet sounds, juices flow on his hand. Clit pulse in his mouth, he feel her close to something new.

Advika never know this build up. Her breath come fast, chest rise fall. Legs tremble around his head. Ranjeet keep rhythm, fingers fuck her slow deep, mouth suck and lick clit without stop. He look up see her face, eyes close, mouth open in moan. Her hands go to his hair, pull him closer.

Suddenly, wave hit her. Advika scream, body shake hard. Orgasm come first time, pussy clench on fingers, juices squirt little. Ranjeet drink it, tongue lap all. He not stop till she calm, fingers slow down, licks soft now. Advika lay there, pant heavy, feel dizzy but happy.

He pulled her gently into his arms.

Advika lay tangled in the sheets, her cheeks flushed and glowing. Her body was warm and soft against him, her breathing still uneven, her chest rising and falling in quick waves. She could still feel the echo of his touch all over her skin.

She did not speak. She could not find the words. She only buried her face against Ranjeet’s bare chest, as if she could hide inside his warmth and forget how completely he had just taken her apart. She felt shy, weak, and loved all at once.

“Chotu,” he murmured in a soft, lazy voice filled with satisfaction. “You are hiding.”

“I hate you,” she whispered against his skin.

“Mmm,” he replied, smiling. “That did not sound like hate a few minutes ago.”

She groaned quietly and pulled the sheet up over her head to hide her face from him.

“Stop talking,” she whispered again.

He laughed softly, the sound low and warm in the quiet room. His hand moved slowly up her back, touching her bare skin. His fingers traced small circles on her spine, making her shiver.

“You know,” he whispered near her ear, “you taste like jasmine and sin.”

“Commander,” she breathed.

He flipped her gently and she landed on her back beneath him. His movement was soft but strong enough to leave no space between them. Her hair spread over the pillow, her cheeks were pink, and her breath came in small shaky waves.

He grinned down at her, eyes dark with amusement. “Still shy?” he teased.

“You are horrible,” she said softly.

“I have not even started being horrible yet,” he replied, his voice deep and warm.

His hand slid over her waist and moved lower, his palm pressing gently against her thigh. She gasped without meaning to.

“You said I was experienced,” he murmured as his nose brushed against her jaw. “Maybe I should teach you all the things I have never taught anyone before.”

His thumb touched the inside of her leg, moving slowly in a way that made her arch into him.

He groaned softly against her throat. “See,” he whispered, “you like it when I am terrible.”

“Stop,” she breathed, her voice trembling.

“Say please,” he whispered near her mouth.

“Never,” she whispered back.

He kissed the corner of her lips and then moved lower, kissing her neck, her shoulder, and the soft curve of her chest.

His hand slipped under the sheet again, touching the places he had already explored but now with even more purpose. His mouth followed, warm and slow, pressing deep kisses against her skin.

“Then do not beg,” he whispered against her. “Just come to me.”

His hand moved lower beneath the sheets. His mouth trailed down her chest as his kisses became slower, deeper, and hotter.

Advika gasped softly and curled into him. Her fingers clutched the back of his neck, holding on as her breath broke into small pieces.

“Commander,” she whispered.

“Hmmm?” he muttered softly, his lips brushing against the underside of her breast.

“Stop,” she whispered again, breathless and dazed. “How many times do you plan to make me lose myself like this?”

He smirked against her skin. “As many times as I can before you stop being this sweet and shy in the morning.”

She pushed his shoulder softly, blushing but trying to be firm. “Commander, today is the haldi for Riya. Remember?”

He blinked slowly and then paused. A second later, he groaned dramatically and lay on his back like a man who had lost a great battle.

“Why must tradition punish my happiness?” he said in a tired voice.

She sat up, wrapping the sheet around herself, trying not to smile.

“Because tradition requires at least one of us to have self-control,” she said.

“Fine,” he replied, reaching for her wrist and pulling her back to him. He kissed her one last time, slow and deep, as if he wanted to keep the taste of her with him for the rest of the day. “But tonight, we will celebrate marriage.”

“Marriage?” she repeated softly.

“Our marriage,” he whispered against her lips. “Which means our first night too.”

Her cheeks turned warm and pink again.

He gave a smug smile and sat up, his hair messy, his chest bare, looking like a man who knew exactly how much power he had over her.

“Get ready, Chotu,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You will glow even more after being covered in turmeric and a hundred compliments.”

“And what about you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I will be watching,” he said with a playful smile. “Every single second.”

She shook her head, hiding her smile, and walked toward the bath. The sunlight filled the room, warm and bright, wrapping around their soft laughter.