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“What are you searching for?” I ask him.
“My King chess piece,” he replies, still engrossed in his search. “I lost it in this room when I was here a while ago.”
Oh! He turns to me. “Come on, let’s look for it together. If we both do it, we might find it soon.”
My jaw drops. Did he bring me here just to search for his chess piece and not for anything else? I stride toward him, wasting no time, and promptly push him against the wall, clutching the fabric of his sherwani at his chest.
“You meet your wife after a week, and you’re alone with her in her bedroom, and still, you’re searching for your lost chess piece?”
“What else should I do—?” I ask, shrugging.
I seal my lips over his, silencing his question, and kiss him with longing and intensity. Immediately, he kisses me back hungrily. Yes.This is what I want him to do. My fingers explore every contour of his body, gliding over his chest, when something firm prods my fingers against his sherwani pockets. I pause the kiss and retrieve it, only to realise it’s the Black King chess piece he claimed was lost. He had it all along, so why pretend to lose it? When I gaze back into his eyes, Ayaan grins.
“You lost your patience before I did,” he teases, licking his lips. “King - 22, Queen - 21.” Ayaan winks.
My jaw drops once again. He was merely toying with me, deliberately making me lose my patience, knowing I had kept him on edge all week in anticipation of today’s encounter. The scoreboard we had levelled during our honeymoon now tips in favour of my King, earning him a point. Never mind. I can always compensate later.
“How much time do we have before your father sends someone to call us down for the family dinner?” he inquires, undoing the strings at the back of my blouse and pulling me close to his body.
Placing my palms over his chest, I giggle. Ayaan is determined to make the most of every second we have alone here. He particularly enjoys making love to me in my bedroom at the Walia House, under my father’s roof.
“Let’s say about 12-15 minutes,” I reply in a teasing tone.
“Shit, we better make it quick then,” he declares, kissing me passionately while his fingers expertly work to remove my dress. The longing we had suppressed all week erupts like a volcano with our kiss. Our mouths collide with an insatiable hunger that can no longer be controlled. Our bodies merge into a whirlpool of passion, and our breaths sync in perfect rhythm. I thread my hands into his hair as my king lifts me and carries us to the bed without breaking our lip lock.
AYAAN
After our quick private moment upstairs, we return to the dining table and take our seats. Luckily, dinner has not yet started, and both our families are gathered around the table, smiling and engaged in lively conversations, setting the tone for the beginning of the meal. My attention is drawn to the discussion between my dad and Pratap Walia about the Mashaal Project, a venture Pratap was once firmly against. Witnessing his newfound interest and active participation in shaping the project fills me with satisfaction. I smile as I reflect on how this journey began.
It all started with these two—our fathers—friends turned enemies who vowed never to reconcile.
My gaze shifts to Aksh, the Knight of this game of love and politics. The man who was once short-tempered and locked horns with me for having feelings for his sister, Meher. He even pledged to block the Mashaal project but has undergone a significant transformation since then. Now, as both a politician and a family man, he supports his uncle, Pratap Walia, out of genuine love and concern, not just for showing to the world. His ever-loving wife Devika, a true gem, is sweet and mature among the two and has consistently been by his side.
Vishnu, the Rook as I still affectionately refer to him, is sitting beside them, completely engrossed in checking messages on his phone. I used to feel jealous and suspicious of his feelings for Meher and his excessive protectiveness towards the Walia family, but his unwavering selflessness never ceases to amaze me. In Vishnu, my wife has found a fiercely protective brother who stands as a confidant, ever ready to fulfil her every request. Despite being siblings, his love for her is nothing short of paternal. Although he is now acknowledged as Pratap Walia’s heir, he remains vigilant in safeguarding the Walia family from any potential harm.
Shifting my gaze to the other end of the table, I watch Krish and Trisha enjoying their meal. The genuine smiles on their faces indicate that Krish has expressed his feelings for Trisha, and she has willingly accepted it and is committed to taking their relationship forward. Krish, my best friend, loyal and protective, has never left my side, and the feeling is entirely mutual. We are bound together as friends for life and perhaps even beyond.
My gaze moves on to Raghav, who is seated alongside Krish. He seems a bit uncomfortable among the families, but there is a glimmer of hope in his eyes, indicating his resolute vision of the future that lies ahead—the RK Estate. My brother has undeniably carved a place in my heart through his determination to reshape his life’s goals and emerge as a better man.
As I finally look at my queen beside me, I just know that she may have been admiring me all along while I reflected on the incredible journey we’ve been through. Meher and I broke those shackles of enmity that existed between our families and fell in love. We defied the odds,gambledthrough scandals that threatened to tear us apart, and found ways to unravel themazeof lies and deceit. When the mysterious demons from our families’ dark pasts – the Bishop – played hisCheckmate, I, Ayaan Shergill, the King, in this game of love and politics, realigned my intuitions and wits to fight the toughest battle of my life. And I, with my queen, Meher Walia, rebuilt the broken harmony between the two families.
The King and the Queen have weathered every storm together and are still prepared to face more, hand in hand. And thus, as we sit at this table, surrounded by the ones we love, I can’t help but wonder at our intertwined destinies. The final page of this chapter closes, but the story of love, resilience and family will continue to live on and leave a lasting legacy in the hearts of those who dared to build bridges across the chasms of the past. Here’s to love, to family and to the unwritten chapters that await us in the journey ahead.
THE END
