Capítulo 9: RAW Emotions
In the radiant evening, the private dining room of Aditya echoed with laughter and the clinking of silverware. Aditya sat at the head of a long, polished oak table, surrounded by Riya and Siya, his ever-loyal and beautiful maids.
Aditya's appetite was substantial today. He devoured plate after plate of delectable dishes, savoring each bite as if it were his last. Riya and Siya, with their gentle smiles, served him tirelessly, their hearts brimming with affection.
As the last morsel disappeared from Aditya's plate, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Riya, Siya, bring the plates to the kitchen and then return to my room. Tonight, we shall sleep together."
The room fell silent, save for the soft gasps that escaped from Riya and Siya's lips. Their faces flushed with embarrassment, yet beneath that veneer lay a profound happiness they could hardly contain.
"Yes, young master," Riya said with a tender smile.
"Yes, young master, we are very happy to serve you," Siya added, her voice quivering with excitement.
After these words, they hurriedly fetched the plates and utensils to the kitchen.
They then made their way to their shared room, a practice they had followed since birth. The girls' early lives had been marked by abandonment, left on the steps of the Sun God temple by their birth parents. It was the local priest who had alerted noble families to their plight, and the Pahad clan had stepped in to adopt them. From the moment Aditya was born, they had taken care of him, and he had become the center of their universe.
Aditya was not just a young master to them; he was their family, their everything. Their love and devotion for him knew no bounds.
In their room, the girls undressed and entered the bathroom together, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. Tonight was the night they had been eagerly waiting for, the night they would offer themselves to their beloved young master. Their hearts brimmed with joy.
They adorned themselves in alluring lingerie they had specially purchased for this occasion—short, delicate, transparent nightdresses concealed beneath cloaks that added an element of mystery.
As they approached Aditya's room, their hearts raced, their raw emotions palpable. Even mortals standing a few feet away could have heard the thunderous beats of their hearts. The guards stationed outside Aditya's room observed them with knowing smiles.
But the girls paid no heed to the guards. For them, this was their wedding night, their honeymoon. With their hearts, souls, and emotions laid bare, they exchanged one last meaningful glance before knocking on Aditya's door.
"Enter," Aditya's resounding voice beckoned from inside.
The girls looked at each other once more, their hearts pounding, before entering the room. They closed and locked the door securely behind them.
As they entered, their eyes met his. Love radiated from their gaze, and in that instant, Aditya, who was in lust-filled mode, looks at them carefully. He forcefully pulls down all his lust.
Even someone who has no girlfriend experience can see how these girls look at him. He knows they love him with their hearts. He scolds himself in his mind for treating them just like maids.
Memories flooded his mind, each one etched with love and care:
…
"Aditya, drink your milk from the bottle. Big sister Siya brought the best milk in the city."
"Aditya, look at big sister Riya. Big sister Riya brought wooden toys for you."
"Aditya, don't cry. Big sisters will always take care of you. Don't cry; your aunt is busy. Big sister will always be by your side."
"Aditya, you broke through Mortal Shelling's realm at such a young age. Big sisters are very happy."
…
Tears welled up in Aditya's eyes, and he could hold back his emotions no longer. "Big sisters," he sobbed, his voice choked with regret.
Siya and Riya rushed to his side, their faces filled with concern. "What happened, young master? Why are you crying?" Siya asked.
"Don't cry, young master," Riya added.
Aditya knelt before them, his heart heavy with remorse. "Big sisters, please call me Aditya."
"Aditya," they whispered in unison.
"Why are you crying?" Riya asked, her voice gentle.
"Big sisters, I am sorry," Aditya said, his voice trembling.
"Aditya, don't cry; there is nothing wrong with it. We are your maids. We want to serve you," Siya reassured him.
"Big sisters, I love you," Aditya confessed, his tears flowing freely. "I should have asked your permission before asking you to sleep with me. I should not have treated you like maids."
Moved by his words, Siya and Riya wrapped their arms around him, their forgiveness unspoken but deeply felt. "Don't cry, Aditya. Big sisters are here," they whispered, their hearts beating as one.
For a quarter of an hour, they clung to each other, their love and forgiveness mending the wounds of the past. Aditya then took a soft cotton napkin and gently wiped away their tears, sealing their renewed bond with a promise of understanding and affection.
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