The Ambaram “Welcome home, Lord Arnold.” Her whisper sent shivers down his spine and he gulps, feeling the sudden tightness in his pants. Diam huffs in irritation. He never liked this female as she can capture the master’s attention easily where he has to take so many measures to achieve his one pat. He stubbornly stomps his right foreleg on the ground and gazes at the newly formed pattern of soil. Arnold notes her every moment like a hawk. The sway of her hips made his stomach somersault. Her teasing was the last thing on his mind when he has to explain the chieftain of an important matter. “Laila, how have you been?” he asked while tipping his head in greeting and she feigned sadness before cutting the distance between them and standing by his side. Her soft and beautiful hands crawl on his knee and trail a path on his thigh. “I have been miserable without you, Arnold, and was looking for your return.” She whispers, lowering her gaze on his boot-clad foot and he leans a littl
The Mountain of Sacred Witch Over the mountain top, inside the cave, a beauty laid on a worn-out mattress. The naughty rats didn’t rest as they jumped around in the forbidden territory of the witch, enjoying the thrill. Their senses were on high alert, to not get too close to Udona’s shelves or might receive the torturous burn of powerful magic. The cunning woman was protective of her things. As they jumped around and ran across the hall, release squeaking noise, causing the passed out girl to stir from her peaceful slumber. Her once dirty and bloody flesh was now clean and pale. Her torn garments were replaced with an elegant midnight blue gown. The tangled knots of her silky hairs were combed straight and twisted into a thick braid. Though her eyes remained sunken in the dark circles due to weakness and exhaustion, her respiration rate was normal. Her heart beats rhythmically, rejoicing over the granted aid. Her sides didn’t throb with dull ache anymore and the once bruised and ble
Mountain of Sacred Witch “Well, aren’t you a brave little thing.” His words dripped with sarcasm as he held her elbow and started pulling her shocked body towards Diam. The disbelief on her bloodstained face was obvious. He glared at her hotly as he drags her out of the beautiful field of death. This woman was unbelievable. He thought to himself and scoffed. “Gods, what were you thinking? If I hadn’t arrived on time, I had to cut that python’s skin to pull you out. Why did you leave that damned cave in the first place? To be devoured by a snake?” He spat, hating her unresponsive stature by each passing second. When they reached Diam, the horse recoiled back in skepticism. What in the name of Lord was his master doing? His nose scrunched up in abhorrence as they reeked of rotten blood- if there was something like that in the first place. Theo screeched in relief and tried to gain their attention unsuccessfully. Arnold sighs heavily, paying no mind to his surroundings as he reached f
The Mountain of the Sacred Witch Thousands of the stars shine together like diamonds in the night sky, just like the fireflies in the canopy of forest and jungle standing proud in the biosphere. The view was breathtaking. Heavenly. Are they watching us the same way we observe them every night? Valentina thought as she stared at the sparkling blanket of the night in amazement. She was sitting at the edge of the mountain top, outside the cave, appreciating her surroundings. The clouds were kissing her fearless dangling feet. A cup of heated tea was placed in her hand to warm her churning insides. The cold air was flowing through her hair, coiling them in knots and leaving her shivering behind, yet she didn’t dare to leave the spot. It’s a scene she has never registered before. Such calm, such peace after the days of darkness and war, was soothing her burning eyes. Here she felt free for a moment. She forgot about her screaming demons as the beauty of nature descended from heavens to k
The Mountain of the sacred Witch “You need to take this remedy three times a day and this one just before breakfast. Apply this slave under your feet before going to bed. Sniff this herb whenever you feel queasy. And do not forget to add three drops of this in all your meals…” Udona kept on explaining the schedule of the numerous medicines making Valentina’s head spun. Arnold was packing for the journey back to the tribe, but his ears were perked in their direction. He was listening to Udona’s instructions. “The poison is severe and will need the best herbs to neutralize its effects. The mixture of so many ingredients at once could cause hallucinations, so I suggest you rest as much as possible. Drink water in excess…” Before Udona could’ve finished her instructions, Valentina embraces her taking the old witch by surprise. Hiding her face in long and silky silver hairs, she breathes deeply. Her heart soared watching this unknown woman caring for her. Udona has made the abandoned feel
The Ambaram “STOP” The baritone of Chief Nicholas struck them like lightning, causing Arnold to freeze in his long strides. Valentina’s body tenses behind him. Her crest whirls and body sways a little, but she digs her feet hard in the ground. The long journey was taking a toll on her. It was noon, time for lunch, and the medicines of the witch. Arnold turns to face a furious chief. His deep pools focused on the old man and sense the distress wafting off the Princess’s body. In the next moment, he pulls her swaying figure to his chest before she could’ve lost her footing. Her body was burning. The simple gesture flusters Valentina, but she didn’t argue for the sake of this act and complied obediently. A heavy exhale was heard from the chief followed by hushed whispers of the onlookers. Arthur presses his lips together in a firm line failing to choose either celebrate over Arnold’s permanent departure or grimace for unfulfilled revenge. The other family members gawked at the protecti
Baden Bloodshot and dark eyes examine the battered display on the polished brass. The direct golden rays of the scorching sun penetrate through the blinds, which were hanging loosely from the windowsills, brightening every inch of the grand bed-chamber. The light gave the buff man a clear view of the damage faced by his once spotless flesh. Before, he was proud of it. The beautiful and perfectly sculpted features over an ivory flesh that used to leave both males and females breathless and drooling. He used to be confident in the department of physicality and the tempting sexuality he oozed to lure the prey of a particular gender. He was sure that his one dazzling grin could bring any woman in the kingdom on their knees and beg to worship his body like the temple of God. He was described as an incarnation of Adonis by the people. Those who had seen him once in the past would look for opportunities to steal another glance. But today, when he examined the once godly features in the mirr
The Ambaram He wipes the sweat covering his body like second skin using the loose cotton shirt he wore in the morning. As he did so, the females surrounding the training area drooled hungrily. Their desperate eyes drank in his brawny body packed with tight muscles. The counters of his abs, glistening under the thick layer of dripping sweat, sent their heart to a new thrill, and filled their minds with no so innocent images. They licked their lips, imagining themselves licking those stoned bars of his torso. The biceps on his shoulders flexed as he rubbed the cloth around his neck and chest. His cheeks turned red under the heat of the scorching sun, glaring right above his head. It was noon, the time of lunch. The training and intense workout were already over and the tired juveniles bowed their heads in respect as they went past him to break the bath. They were all panting and gasping. Every single nerve in their body throbbed in protest. A few supported the weight of those who could