Author's Notes:
Lots of informative opinions recently. I just have a few things to say in regards to Ajay and the Plot of this story. In the beginning, FC4 was an unfinished game launched early for a scheduled release for E3. Lots of potential and back story flushed down the toilet on that day three years ago. My intentions of the story that i wrote was an amateur's attempt to bridge some of the plot holes together with a unified story and plot. Magic, mysticism and active political situations.
If you'd found Ajay's character to have been shifted considerably from his reserved and indulgent personality then you've at least read the story in such detail. You deserve a non-existent pat of the back which i wish i could give but can't. And the answer to that is... plot twist.
Events forwarded to the evening since Saras and Bipin's return from Maharashtra. Ajay and Arjun drove them back to Lanka to stay for the night while the crazy man was being escorted under armed guards to the cell of the same place.
They stayed in Ajay's Villa built on Pagan's request and rested. Ajay took this time to pay a visit to the newest of prisoners who wasn't even Kyrati.
He had a name.
"Lieutenant Pravindra Kumar, the IAF's premier ace fighter pilot." Bipin briefed him on the overall info as Saras refused to tell him and would rather he was deported back to India as he should have been. For Ajay, it was rare to see her freakout about anyone other than himself… and yetis.
Pravindra was a long line of men and boys who had been caught by Saras's alluring spell, her appearance and her highly desirable traits of mannerisms and talent. By far, no one was safe from it, not even the upright British Sandhurst Officers. And Pravindra was no exception, except he wasn't one of those that could accept that Saras was beyond their ability to court. And Pravindra didn't let borders limit his attraction to her.
Ajay walked the long line of cells that inhabited the detention barracks manned by the Army Provost near the walls of the central keep of Lanka where the heart of the fortress was. In his hands was a bundle of food neatly wrapped by the generous stall vendor. He passed through the gates and bars with little difficulty, only needing to explain why he was visiting and the MPs let him through and escorted him to the correct cell.
He passed a row of open cells, some contained deserters, while others had captured Golden Path members that surrendered. All were equally frightened by his appearance in the dungeon they were in, praying that they wouldn't be the ones to be personally interrogated by him. But sadly, that wasn't on his agenda of coming to the cell.
The MP brought him to a room which they used for confessions and interrogations. A table with two chairs were the only Spartan furniture in the clean room, appart from the lamp that shone down on the table.
Ajay sat patiently for the MPs to deliver the Indian to him.
And at last, the door swung open with the MPs' shoving him against the table.
"Sit!"
"Ok! I'll do it, jeez!"
"Your grace…."
"Thank you, both of you. Could you give me a while with him?"
"Of course, milord." The MP sergeant bowed respectfully and left after uncuffing him and shutting the door.
As Pravindra sat, Ajay introduced himself.
"Here, I wasn't sure if you'd eaten from the trip you made." He placed the bundle in front of the Lieutenant and unfolded the wrapper, revealing a wonderful smelling fragrance of freshly baked naan and mutton curry.
Pravindra reached out without restraint and begun wolfing down on the bread, Ajay couldn't help but chuckle slightly.
"Thanks… " He said with a full mouth.
"No worries. So while you're eating might I hear your side of the story, Lieutenant Kumar?"
He battered his chest to force the half digested bread down his throat.
"Didn't she tell you? Weren't you with them, ur?"
"You can call me Badala."
"… Badala….. as in-…. Venge-."
"Yes, Lieutenant. I'm Duke Badala of his Royal Highness Pagan Min. But for informalities sake it'll just be Badala for now."
"Uh-…ok? (sigh) So where do I begin?"
Pravindra told him the story of how he met the love of his life. For the record, it was the exact opposite of the events that Bipin mentioned. But it all begun at the New Year ball when he like many others were instantly caught by her stunning appearance. Since then, he'd been stalking her and openly declaring his love for her. He was the persuasive type of lover, akin to a Sean Connery James Bond. No means yes.
Ajay had a name for it, he called them symbiote lovers. They stuck around you as deeply as a parasite so that if they were separated in any way, the person would feel a sense of loneliness or emptiness from the symbiote lover's absence and yearn his or her return.
"Quite the romantic adventure, it could make big bucks if it were published as a novel or a movie script in Bollywood." Ajay gave a random comment.
"You think?!" He said excited.
Ajay just thought about how lacking their local film production genres were, especially when Sharma Salsa only wanted to do action flicks from a GoPro. In the previous timeline, she paid him rather well for it, most of the Kyratis only watched it because they thought the son of Mohan was an adrenaline junky and it was good entertainment to sway their minds off the civil unrest. Never again.
"Badala?"
"Nothing, just some inner thoughts. What was it?"
"I was just going on to the part about my release. How bout it? Could you do a lad a favour?"
Ajay just smiled at him, but his smile was void of any kind of joy.
"Lieutenant Kumar, allow me to illuminate your situation presently."
Pravindra cocked his head but listened attentively.
"You're currently AWOL from your assigned unit in Maharashtra, you entered Kyrat without the appropriate Visas or paperwork from the IAF authorities that granted your departure from India. For the stability of our foreign relations with India and your own safety, I had General Arjun to call up the Kyrati consulate to relay your presence in Kyrat. He told me it'll take a week before your Unit S3 comes here to retrieve you and debrief you back home."
Pravindra's face instantly ashened but suddenly his attitude recovered as he declared to Ajay…
"Oh that? Caught between Love and career, naturally I'd chose the former!"
Ajay blinked a few times to recall what he said word for word.
-Did he just say he was quiting the airforce…. just for Saras?-
"MmHmhmhm. How's that for true passion?" He puffed his cheeks proudly.
Ajay suddenly hit an epiphany on Pravindra. The reason why Saras was so annoyed by him and why she constantly failed to ditch him like she did with the other fellas she wasn't interested in. Pravindra lived in his own world, where things always turned for the better with him. It was a lunatics way of thinking positively in spite of dire circumstance, and it could piss of your peers when you smiled despite sharing a shitty predicament. Furthermore, he interpreted things on at his own convenience. He was a super dense guy. Even if that was the quality that made him an excellent pilot.
"Lieutenant."
"Please, call me Pravi!"
"Ok, Pravi. Try to see it from our angle and try not to be offended. You're an asset that ran to a neighbouring country on its own two legs. An asset that has a wealth of sensitive intel regarding fighter squadron formations and aircraft statistics that the IAF have invested a decent amount of effort in keeping peering eyes from researching and developing a counter to their strategies. Both of which was worth tens of millions of dollars and a lot of peoples effort. You need to think carefully when you simply declare something as brazen as quitting which in the current circumstance they will consider as Desertion and treason through defection. They'd either arrest you or send someone to kill you."
"Ah-… but you'll-." He was even suggesting that Ajay would shelter him. Ajay had to inform him that he had a limit.
"I represent a foreign power that wants to maintain the good relations Kyrat has with India that took a heck of a lot of effort to establish on both ends. Not something I'd compromise over a lovestruck pilot's hope of achieving a happy ending."
Pravi wore a sullen face that made Ajay pity him a little. Aside from the problems he caused, his actions did show that he truly loved Saraswati. To the point that he was willing to give up everything just to be with her. That was nuts, but Ajay liked nuts. It was the very character that certain oddballs had which you needed now and then in a military organisation, to do jobs that most men and women couldn't.
Ajay had heard from Bipin about his portfolio. He was a fighter pilot assigned to guard the sky against intrusions in the airspace near Kargil. From a number of unofficial air clashes with Pakistan Air Force and an engagement with a US patrol that vered off course into their airspace, his presence gained prominence with the Western Air Command. He was of course their secret trump. But this trump of theirs was also known for his lack of respect for authority and constant violation of regulations and doctrines that the airforce adopted. In other words, Ajay was looking at a Maverick.
Yet he could tell that Indian Tom Cruise wasn't without moral or conscience. He just wasn't a person that liked being restricted for no reason. And that often clashed with the system.
"Look, while it's a long shot with no guarantees, we might be able to arrange for you to have a provisional stay here under the pretext of cross training. That is… if you're up for it."
The instant he suggested that, Pravindra brightened up and danced for joy.
"I knew it! I just knew it! You too are a believer of true love! Thank you, brother! No- Big boss!" Pravindra clasped his hands around Ajay's and shook it with a profound vigour.
"Easy there, Pravi. While I did say we will help each other out, I did say it wasn't certain. Out of ten how much would you rate the probability of them indulging your selfishness for your status as an ace pilot?"
"…." He placed his hand to his chin to think about it.
"Nah! Shouldn't be a problem if you explain it to the Academy Dean!" He declared with little regard for the consequences. Ajay sighed internally, to think the India Airforce had to deal with such a brat for his unique skills, it almost didn't seem worth it.
But Ajay gained something out of it. The name ace pilot wasn't something that appeared as a norm, just to cultivate a pilot took serious spending of millions to train and equip with the latest hardware. A term that was only used in large enough air forces that held several combat wings like Indias premier airforce. To think that an ace would show up at his doorstep, was a rare find for the war that raged on presently. It was now a matter of whether his superiors would accommodate him or not and where would Ajay place him after that.
"What have you flown in so far?" Ajay asked his record of crafts he'd operated before.
"Um-… Usually its my old faithful sukhoi, yunno the SU-30MKI fighter? I did fly a cargo plane once during a conversion course and my uncle let me clock a few hours in his private helicopter."
"…" So it was his upbringing. He was pampered and fed with a silverspoon since birth. Uncle lets him fly his helicopter? If helis grew on trees for people to pick and didn't cost as ten times of filling a trucks tank to only fly for an hour then he'd say it was about as common. The trips Kamran flew him to and from the battlefield, he could easily have bought a Chevy and driven for a few decades and chuck away for the sake of wastefulness and still not beat the cost.
"Right, I guess that'll be all for me for now. In the meantime, please listen to the MPs here. I'll draft a report to have you released soon." While he was a noble, that didn't mean he could order the men around as he pleased like Yuma or Pagan could as they were the Commander-in-Chiefs of the respective forces. He still needed to fill out a form to request his release and reason.
"Thanks, boss! You're the best!" He declared like he was already Ajay's gangster minion.
Ajay walked up to the door and knocked for the MPs to open it and bring him back to the cell.
"By the way, if you've been pursuing Saras all this while you should know a wee bit about her history by now, right?" Ajay asked before he left.
"I know a little bit. That general who was with you was her father Arjun Roka, the Rhino of Kyrat. Stubborn in nature but Loyal. She's in the Royal Kyrati Army's Engineer Corp. Graduated in Sandhurst. And-….She's engaged to some impotent twart called Ghale."
Ajay nearly fell over from his insult.
"So you know she's engaged….. and you're trying to court her still?" He asked with a twitching eyelid and a fake smile.
"Yeah, heard it from Akhila before I left. Some brat that's been locked up like a princess in that Royal Palace of that king of yours. Sits his ass in a palace while his woman fights in a war that he should be in, and he wants to have her all to himself? It's no trouble stealing her away from a boy that hasn't even grown hair at around his privates. Wish me luck, ok?!" Pravindra waved him goodbye in a jubilant manner that he didn't notice for a second the face that Ajay couldn't keep back for a splite second. A face of utter loathe. He was now experiencing the same feeling of nuisance being near him as Saras did, yet in her case she had been encountering this for over two months. He felt like he and especially Arjun owed her.
Ajay walked out of the room and gave a quick back hand wave. When the door closed he turned to the MPs
"(Sigh)… Soldier." Ajay called the MP.
"Your Grace?"
"Tommorrow, give him a 'warm' Kyrati welcome. Beat him but don't cripple him and keep all the parts that matter intact until you receive an order from your superiors to stop. Remember to demand from him the location of Mohan."
"Yes, your grace. Might in inquire when will your request from my superiors would roughly come?"
-Now it should look like they mistook him for a spy.-
"..Mmmmm… maybe in about a weeks time? Earliest, I guess." He said with little care, and deadpan eyes. He didn't wait any longer, the rest were waiting for him back at the Villa.
-Warmest regards to your stay here in Kyrat. Pravi.-
Night had already befallen the fortress and the street lamps had already lit for safe passage. The markets and vendors within the bazaar district of the Lanka was bustling with activity. Already, the residential zones within the fortress had been filled by some of the migrating refugees to add a little social life for the stationed soldiers in the garrisons and for them to be with their families.
"Your grace."
"My lord, thank you."
"Please accept this as a gift, my young son made if for you."
Ajay's appearance was not hard to spot. While he did dress normally, there was a certain way he carried himself. Needless to say, all of the soldiers recognised him from his regular visits to all operating platforms in the fortress, highest to lowest. He was the only noble to walk on his two legs without escorts or riding on a vehicle or rickshaw to go from place to place. Yet he was the third most powerful individual in Kyrat. But he portrayed himself as sort of a people's lord, that routinely looked at the needs of the common folk. It made him rather popular with the simple farmers and tradesmen who knew he would take their welfare into account. He also didn't discriminate which was what made the Sherpa and minority tribes and wanderers commit him to memory in their long travels.
Yet not everyone agreed with the way he did things. First in line were the Golden Path, senior and junior generation. Who had been the constant victims to his tyrannical actions. Soon, Pagan's wild and unjust actions were overshadowed by Ajay in the eyes of the people and views towards the reigning monarch softened as they remembered who his 'watchdog' was. There were also certain noble families and alliances that did not favour him an waited for the day that he kick the bucket. While House Hamal had stopped their grievances to a certain extent, the union of other house of lords that were initially opposed to a nobody taking up the title of Marquis then Duke. It showed that the King had little regard for their status and position. But they dared not question his authority, only curse Ajay in their hearts.
While he did prevent Raghu's families' influence from collapsing any further, it still remained that he killed his treasured son. Though there was no proof, he knew it was him. The old man was extremely crafty, removing all potential contenders for the appointment. That was how a dumbass like Sugun could maintain his post as the Chief of the Royal Guards. He would bide his time when Ajay was in a desperate situation and betray him, for taking his dearest existence to his life from him and forcing his family into such dire straits, like putting his bastard son as the next heir. Raghu was a genius at hiding his emotion, during the ball there wasn't even a hint of him showing animosity, but Ajay knew it was there.
Then, there were the Canton Families.
When Pagan first came to Kyrat, he did so with his fellow members of his triad and mercenaries whom were laid-off police officers from Hong Kong. Most of which were from the Special Duties Unit, a SWAT-like unit in the Hong Kong Police Force trained by the British SAS before the takeover of Hong Kong by the Chinese.
Pagan informed him about it once for his own safety. Out of the most prominient families were Min, Lau, Khoo and Sun. The Min family was estranged with Pagan for years and had their own agenda, formerly the lowest branch family in the Min Triad of Hong Kong that aligned with Pagan during his usurpation of Gang Min, his father. Although, Yuma maintained her position as the head of the Lau Family so they had the same views as their boss and matriarch. Sun remained neutral towards their views with Ajay, due to his nature of easily offending and crushing resistance with his overbearing attitude and Pagan's favour over him. They dared not trifle with him for the sake of the status quo. Lastly on the list was the Khoo family, like the surname indicated were Solomon's relatives. Placed in a dire strait by their upstart of a member whom they cursed endlessly. While they had yet to meet him in the cell reserved for him in Durgesh, they planned to not let him think he got away with offending the family.
So why were these former triad members so important for him to take into account? Because they held the most influence over the domestic affairs in Kyrat, being related to Pagan and his rise to power. They stood a level above the existing Kyrati nobles and were people that even they dare not offend no matter how low they were in their respective families. It was thanks to them that the Royal Guard were so combat proficient with their Royal Academy instructors who were SAS trained and belonged to them. They also ran part of the heroin business and the mode of transportations that dotted around Kyrat. Of course, from part of their earnings they were expected to hand a good amount to Pagan regularly.
Like the nobles of Kyrat, they resided in an exclusive valley from the Uttar region behind the mountains and near Pagan's home in the Royal Palace. Which was why Ajay previously never aware of their presence. Even then, they were divided into districts based on their status and power. But these former triads occupied an exclusive area called the Canton District, which like the name implied were solely occupied by the Cantonese speaking members.
This was what Yuma had been contending with all this time, keeping her fellow Hong Kongers in check. Since she was doing such a good job, he'd leave it to her while the affairs of Kyrat were his beef. But it wouldn't be long before the Canton Families would want some involvement in their affairs and jeopardize their operations. Ajay had a simple method with anyone that interfered with him, which was what Yuma was preventing. Stopping anymore from becoming like Solomon just to serve their own interests.
Ajay went to the same shop to buy another order this time a serving for four. The Villas butler and servants were off on leave so he would provide for them tonight. After several helpings given to him by the stall owner he reached the doorstep of the villa.
"I'm back."
"Ah- here, let me help." Bipin came to retrieve the items from his hands and placed it on the table.
Saras and Arjun came over, but this time there was an additional guest.
"Did you excuse yourself from work early?"
"How rude. I'll have you know I could have left that load with Mistresses Staff at anytime I wanted." Although that was entirely different from what she texted him. Perhaps she just didn't want to burden her brother with her workload. So Ajay refrained from asking further, although she didn't hide the fact that she was excited to see him again after so long.
They sat at the table after Bipin laided the plates and distributed the food. Arjun intentionally sat between Ajay and his daughter as he didn't want anything more going on between them. Though in her head, that wasn't happening. She'd bide her time for the time being.
"(Whistle)" Maya made a hunter's call. In response Vajra came into the room panting like a dog as Maya placed a dish with its generous portion inside, petting it before returning to the seat. Arjun was at the edge of his seat to see that a wolf had just entered the house like it was a resident.
"Another animal friend, Maya? What happened to the adorable and one of a kind Bishal?" She asked playfully.
"Bishal got taken by that damn junkie Darshan somewhere only god knows! And I don't own this one, he does." She pointed to Ajay.
The three others stared at Ajay like they still didn't believe it. Especially Arjun.
"…" Bipin sort of accepted it, him being the one that subjugated Bishal in its youth. Had he kept it, it would have been like the black pelt wolf currently wolfing down on the chow.
Saras's response was giggling. "Are you going to get me one as well?"
"I'm not collecting animal freaks to do battle against one another. But having Vajra around is kind of convenient. He's a good boy, just don't get bitten by him or you'll need to go to the hospital right away."
"Sounds like you've been busy these few months."
"Then shall I start off the conversation with our end?" Ajay dug into a bag next to him and drew out a jug of the Huns' Baijiu.
"This is…?" The rest were baffled by the choice of drink, but not Maya. The moment she saw that familiar jug appear, the sparkles in her eyes glintered with immense radiance.
Bipin even caught sight of her show of excitement and wondered what was going on, and since when did Maya become an alcoholic?
"I assume you've all read the local history books, no? Inhabiting the Eastern Fringes, on the mountain tops are the descendants of the Hunic people. Originally an advance scout for the main force that headed to Europe. Among their many unique practices is brewing this." He said as he placed four small bowls for drinking and slowly poured the contents in each.
"This?" Arjun scratched his head.
"Only the best jug of wine you'll ever have!" Maya loudly declared, contrary to her more indifferent and reserved attitude, making Saras bust out laughing at her unrestraint attitude.
Maya realised her sudden out of character moment and returned to her seat blushing.
"Don't worry, girl. They'll understand soon enough. Here, the most generous cup. To the most hardworking of us." As he said, he poured her vessel to the brim before handing it to her.
"Is it really that good?" Bipin was now curious.
"Perhaps the real reason the old Devi Dynasty attacked them was so they could enslave them into making them this stuff." Ajay mused.
"That was a terrible joke. It can't really be that good can it-(sip)-…(Slurp!)" Halfway in disbelieving Ajay, Arjun's mouth contacted the alcohol that entered his throat. First was a burning sensation, then a wash of that sweet aroma around the inside of the mouth, suddenly making it feel like it became the sweetest candy.
"Ahem!... Perhaps I should pay a visit to the Chief Yang's village." Instant conversion: Successful.
"Even though it never crossed your mind all this time?" Ajay said chuckling.
"Shut up! You've got a problem with that?!-… (Cough) Forgive me, it must be the wine… Little bit more if you will, boy." One moment all flustered the next he was as obedience as a child asking for more.
The revolution of behaviours that arjun presented were a barrel of laughs for Saras. But she also took a sip from the vessel that was handed to her.
"I see what has even Maya and father hooked. This stuff is out of this world, have they considered selling it?"
Ajay blinked a few times and thought over it, he felt like slapping his head for not thinking of it sooner. Kyrats greatest exports: Rare-Earth metals, Traditional medicine and Hun Baijiu like nothing you've ever tasted.
He looked over to Maya who was already sketching out a plan on a handkerchief. Her marketing and accounting skills were superior to his anyway.
"Maybe in a few years time." Ajay suggested shrugging his shoulders, to which the rest laughed. It meant he had intentions to keep it a secret for a while to savor it for themselves.
"How did you get it?"
"An apology from Er Hu for 'that' afternoon." Chief Yang must've been shaking in his boots, thinking that Ajay would actually abide by his bet which he won and take a huge sum from his salary.
Maya puffed her cheeks. "Hmph! Of course, he should have given more, he offended more than one person." She said getting a bit conceit.
They continued to dine and drink like it was the most natural thing to do. They ate and continued on with a drinking game just because. And it softened the edge Arjun had with Ajay considerably, as it did with Bipin to him. Arjun was the first to fall to the intoxications of the heavy liquor and dropped to the couch where they continued at. He began to blabber about his history with Paresh and how Bipin was starting to resemble him. But prayed that he not to take on too closely to his father for fear they may share the same fate. "It is good to aspire to do greatness, but remember that there are people around you and are what defines you as a person." After that, he plummeted down on the couch snoring.
While he didn't realise it at the time, but it was the closest he'd ever had to a dinner as a family.
The next was Bipin, he had loosened considerably since he returned home and slumped next to Arjun.
"Let's put them in the same bed and see what their reaction is tomorrow." Ajay suggested. The two girls giggled away as they helped him carry them each into the third guest room with them tucked away nicely.
"I think that if father ever bothers me in future, I'll remind him of today." Saras said as she gazed at both of their sleeping innocent faces. Maya tried hard to hold back her laughter, but she was equally horrible for teasing her brother to this extent. Well, whatever. Ajay thought, if he did have to admit to it at least he had two accomplices that would go down with him in the end.
They continued with emptying the jug on Maya's request which they didn't turn down. She really loved the wine a lot, it might even be the downfall of her one day. Ajay shook his head, but accompanied her in the drink as he always had.
But like last time, the burning sensation appeared but quickly vanished from his blood. His red blood cells were breaking down anything that would harm his body at an astronomical rate. Soon, the jug had finally finished and she could barely stay awake. Swishing side to side but with a face of contentment, it was her once in a while release from all the accumulated stress. That was why Ajay never restraint her, it was what she had always done to manage it.
"I think its time for this one to go to bed." Saras whispered to him, he just nodded. Unlike the rest, Saras held herself back and took only one cup but it was already enough to make her face turn a health shade of red.
"You should rest too, you need to adjust to the hours here. Goodnight."
Ajay said his goodnight before carrying Maya again to the other guest room and tucked her away. For once, he was grateful that Pagan demanded he have a villa with so many rooms to inhabit guests.
"…. Don't run….." She murmured in her sleep, a distressed look appeared on her face, though her eyes were shut.
-A nightmare so soon?-
"…. Let me have a sip of you first….. Baijiu….." She responded, now her expression was one of pure bliss. Ajay sighed and shook his head. A pleasant dream of her chasing after a liquor jug running on its two feet perhaps, the thought made him chuckle as he quietly left the room to allow her to bask in that nice dream.
As he walked out of the room, the moonlight greated him from the open window. He looked out for a while, below the villa where the market was, were cheers and shouts of joy as the men and women celebrated to the beat of classical music. He spotted some soldiers there having the time of their lifes. If only the whole of Kyrat could have that, he sighed to himself. But some men only wanted things done their way and not vice versa.
As much as the people were enjoying themselves in this rare moment of unrest and tension, this way of living had to end. This civil war had to end, it had been going on for too long and it was affecting the progress of everyone. Only then could they live in a worry-free environment. He would have to push the Golden Path hard. He would have to take to the field soon and out of his embarkment, only return when he had Mohan's head in his hands.
Ajay shook off these dark thoughts, he was getting too aggressive. He still needed to remember that it wasn't about winning the war. It was about how it was won. And there was no other way than painting Mohan as the ultimate villain, by forcing him to play all of his cards one after another. Till he became so desperate that he resorted to unsavoury things that made even his own men question his authority. Only then, could he deliver the finishing blow, but that was how it had to be. Or else there would be a rise of another 'Golden Path' taking the quotations of Mohan without fully understanding what his nature was. It was like Arjun said, his display at Lanka had raised questions about his own ideals for Kyrat. Was he the rational thinker for the benefit of the people and the kingdom, or was he actually a bloodthirsty tyrant just trying to get his way?
Ajay decided to go to bed. With all the bloodrushing to his head, it was better that he take things slow and calmly. Maybe close his eyes and count illusionary sheep, he thought as he opened the door to his room.
"Hello there." A voice called out from his mattress
Or not.
Ajay closed the door behind him gently and turned to face the mysterious individual who had waited for him to return to his bed.
"Yunno… this house has an extra bedroom."
"I know, but there's only one place I'll sleep in." Spoke the ever playful and seductive voice of Saras.
As his eyes adjusted to the darker area, Ajay made her out from the shadow. Laying provocatively across his bed with her attire no longer in the uniformed fatigues of the Royal army, but in a black silky laced negligee. There was minimal light, but her snowy white slender legs enhanced by the fabric she wore stood out to bait him.
It suddenly occurred to him why she had barely indulged in the liquor that even he had difficulty putting down the cup. Saras was interested in a different type of entertainment for the evening from the very beginning.
"I never expected such a pleasant drink could render all of them drunk and out of action so quickly. But I guess it was all in good order. In fact, I should be thanking you for bringing it out in the first place."
"Oh? Why so?" He said walking slowly towards the bed calmly.
"Because, both Father and Maya are out of the way, knocked out cold for at least a night. Aaand-….." She intentionally dragged her words. Ajay came over to the bedside and sat beside her.
"I find no better time than to continue with where we left off, a round two per se."
She got up and wrapped her arms around him from the back as she pressed her body against him. But Ajay did nothing to stop her.
"You don't seem as averse to the idea as I thought."
"Did you expect me to fumble around at this point?" Ajay replied with a chuckle and reached a hand to touch her cheek. And said with a calm yet serious look in his eyes.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss your company." Upon hearing him say that, her eyes fluttered slightly at his confession. She sighed a breath of relief as she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his while closing her eyes to take in the moment.
"Both you and father are horrible. Sending me so far away and have made me wait for this moment for months." She said softer than before due to the proximity they were to each other, so close that he could hear her deeper breathing.
"Then I guess there's only one thing I can do to make up for it then…..." A hand hooked around her waist and pulled her body toward him, she yelped playfully at his assertiveness that she never accounted for. Perhaps that time away had truly changed him as well.
Their lips connected with a passion that wasn't previously there between them before. Saras had always been forceful in persuasion, but Ajay was still weak in the heart for women he held in regard. It made him realised that he was a victim to a symbiote lover too, her.
A wicked hand of his grasped tightly on her chest making her giggle provocatively.
The owner of said wicked hand gazed deeply into her eyes and told her of his intentions for the night by finishing his sentence he last left hanging.
"By giving you months worth of affection in a single night."
