19.

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