The Legend of Prince Nagabath : BOOK ONE

Chapter 1 : His Sunshine

Prince Nagabath entered his royal chambers in his tiptoes. Being the eldest Prince of the Maurya Dynasty, his chambers was the second largest after his father. 

The circular room was a huge, lavish, architectural marvel.

Different marvellous decorations were made by the best artists in the Kingdom. 

Expensive silk and muslin curtains covered the windows and his large spectacular gold-rimmed bed was directly placed at the centre. 

An attached bathroom was right next and was filled with expensive sanitary products and a bathtub full of hot rose water, always prepared for his use. 

At the east a little door led towards a marble balcony with the spectacular view of Mother Nature - large mountains on one side and plush green forests on the other. 

Apart from that, right outside his chambers, a number of servants and maids were appointed to his beck and call.

Nagabath placed his sword and armour inside the closet and started searching for Simrana. 

There she was, in the balcony, admiring the beauty of Nature, her feet placed in a bowl of lukewarm rosewater. Nagabath smiled.

This was what he liked about Simrana, she always put self love and care in her first priority.

However, his breath hitched in his throat when he noticed Simrana was only dressed in a translucent muslin cloth, which barely did anything to conceal her attractive figure.

Nagabath felt lust overcoming his senses as he watched the movements of Simrana.

Slowly she put her feet out of the rose water and sat upright. A lump formed in Nagabath's throat as her round, full breasts came into his view.

Simrana turned around after she heard Nagabath's ragged breaths from behind. Her entire face lit up.

" You're early today! ", she squeaked and giggled like a little child.

Not being able to hold himself anymore, Nagabath lunged at Simrana, securing her soft, pink lips in a firm yet sensual kiss. 

She returned his kiss in equal fervour, their tongue battling against each other. 

They tasted each other, ravished each other, felt each other through the kiss.

Both of them broke the contact reluctantly, while breathing for air.

Simrana came closer to Nagabath and started placing soft kisses on his neck, occasionally sucking and biting to leave a mark, to claim him as hers. 

Nagabath pulled her closer to his body, embracing her with strong hands, intending to never let her go. 

Their bodies started moving against each other in a slow rhythm. 

Nagabath knew Simrana was throbbing with carnal desire. And so was he.

The tension between them was so palpable that it could be cut with a knife. 

They were enchanted and enamoured with each other. 

Nagabath grabbed Simrana and threw her over the bed draped with Kashmiri bed cover. 

Their breathings were heavy and they were both struck by Kamdev, the God of Love and his wife Rati, Goddess of Lust and Carnal Desire.

Nagabath furiously tore the only piece of cloth that was separating Simrana's beautiful body from him. 

Her soft, round and perky breasts came into his view, her erect, dark n*****s begging to be touched. A clear sign of her arousal. 

Nagabath was beaming inside. Simrana desired him.

She wanted only him. He started fondling one breast with his hand, twisting and pinching her n****e. A loud moan escaped Simrana's lips. Nagabath growled. 

His manhood was throbbing with intense desire and the tightness in his trousers was becoming unbearable.

He started licking and sucking her other breast. Her moans were like soothing music to his ears. 

He was proud of himself for being able to pleasure his beloved.

Lovemaking with Simrana was something which he treasured, for he worshipped her like some Goddess.

Nagabath felt Simrana's womanhood. It was oozing with carnal juices, a clear indication of how much she yearned for him. 

Nagabath started pumping his fingers into her sacred vulva, started pleasuring her in ways no one else could. 

He could hear in a daze, her moans and her incessant chanting of his name. Nagabath felt a familiar tug at his heart. 

He knew what this feeling was. It was love. Love for Simrana. 

Simrana's hand fumbling at his trousers broke him out of his reverie. Smirking, he opened his trousers quickly and grabbed hold of Simrana.

Then slowly and steadily he plunged into Simrana, her screams and his grunts ricocheting throughout the walls of his bedchamber. 

They immersed into a night full of raw and passionate lovemaking, as if there was no tomorrow.

After both of them were satiated, Nagabath captured Simrana's lips into yet another mind blowing kiss.

"I love you Simrana", Nagabath confessed for the umpteenth time.

"I love you too, my love ", whispered an exhausted Simrana as they drifted off to a peaceful slumber.

Indeed they were in love and match made from heaven .

But just like in every love story, there had to be a cruel villain, who caused a barrier between the lovers.

The exact same thing happened here.

The villain in Simrana and Nagabath's story was his father, King Chandra Prakash Brahma.

He was firmly against this "illicit affair".

According to the age-old traditions of the Maurya dynasty:

A Prince or Princess of the Dynasty could only marry someone of a Royal Bloodline.

A Prince or Princess of the Dynasty could only be married once in their lifetime.

A Prince or Princess of the Dynasty had to be married by the age of 35.

And Nagabath was just a few months away from being 35.

Nagabath was having a romantic affair with Simrana, a common girl for the past five years.

However, King Chandra Prakash Brahma wouldn't budge from his decisions.

Rules were Rules. Nagabath had no choice but to stand by the Rules or break them and face dire consequences.

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