"Why don't you try imagining it and draw it?"
Arjun suggested, his enthusiasm unabated. Vikram chuckled, shaking his head at the audacity of the idea, but a part of him was intrigued.
"You really think I could pull that off?" he asked, the challenge lighting a spark of creativity in him. Arjun nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with encouragement.
"Of course! Just think about the elegance of her form, the way she moves, the softness of her skin, and how it all comes together. You could create something truly beautiful."
Vikram, caught between the thrill of the challenge and the boundaries of propriety, felt his mind racing with the possibilities, wondering how such a daring concept could manifest on canvas.
With a playful smirk, Arjun leaned closer and teased,
"Are you scared?" His words hung in the air, a light challenge that prodded Vikram's pride.
Vikram shot him a playful glare, trying to mask the flicker of uncertainty that sparked within him.
"Scared? No, I just think it's a bit bold, that's all," he retorted, crossing his arms defensively. Arjun laughed softly, sensing Vikram's hesitation.
"Come on, it's just a suggestion! You're a talented artist, and it could be a unique experience. Besides, what's art without a little risk?"
The remark lasted as long as it took for Vikram to consider letting go of his morality and accepting the thrilling chance of painting a more intimate portrait of his mom on canvas.
"Okay, I'll be back tomorrow. Let's see if you can do it—and don't let anyone see," Arjun said.
Vikram was shocked but undeniably excited as he recalled images of Kavya, his mother, with her graceful elegance and the serene beauty that seemed to glow from within her.
The thought of capturing her essence on canvas stirred something deep inside him—a mix of admiration and an exhilarating thrill at the audacity of the idea.
Memories of her gentle smile and the way her laughter filled the air flooded his mind, intertwining with the prospect of portraying her in such an intimate manner.
Despite his initial reservations, the excitement began to overshadow his shock, sparking a creative fire within him as he contemplated the unique challenge ahead. The notion of painting Kavya in a way that revealed her hidden beauty ignited a new sense of purpose, pushing the boundaries of his artistic vision.
Arjun made his way to the grand throne room, where King Ramesh sat regally upon his ornate seat, surrounded by Queen Kavya and the four concubines, each embodying their own unique beauty.
There was a touch of majesty and authority as the royal family debated the kingdom's business.
King Ramesh with his imposing face and powerful presence seemed strong and queen Kavya with her elegant gaze stood with him beside him, her innocent smile in stark contrast to the sternness of the man.
The concubines, each draped in beautiful dresses showing off their own seductive bodies, joined in the discussion, their shrieks and voices rumbling across the room like musical notes.
Arjun paused to consider the situation, with pride but also delicacy, while he saw his dynasty in royal attire. The glamour of his mother and the concubines seemed to blend with the splendour of the throne room, and for a moment he was enveloped in it, with the weight of his secret lust simmering beneath the surface.
And while Arjun was there he had to admire Queen Anaya with her beautiful curves, her body covered in a silky saree.
It snagged her shape perfectly, making it obvious she had a trim waistline and curves to her body. Her legs stretched long and narrow in the folds of her costume.
It was something about her that got his heart pounding, something in-credulous, something fascinated.
It was confident and beautiful in her posture, her every move supposedly danced to the beat of the throne room.
As she chuckled softly at something one of the concubines said, her light came shining down on her face and she glowed with delight. Arjun was there to fall under the spell of her splendour, with every vein and shimmy etched into his imagination, a scene that stayed with him long after he'd departed the room.
It was an event that thrilled and divided him, giving birth to desires he did not know how to direct when standing before his mother, the queen.
The scene in the throne room was heaven on earth: Queen Anaya and her concubines glowing with grace. All the women were different in their individual glamour, their curvy, full bodies highlighted by the thick robes they wore.
Queen Anaya sat on her throne with her sexiness, beauty, revered with lustrous curves.
Meera's spirit was apparent, her shape accented by the patterns of her saree that seemed to move along with her.
Leela was very girlish, her self-assurance made more appealing by the fact that her outfit draped down her defined waist and hips. Priya with her teasing energy added the lightness, her humour and beauty falling perfectly with everyone around.
They had all blended into a spectacular cluster of women, with each woman's beauty enlarging the other, leaving Arjun briefly taken aback by the euphoric moment of grace and beauty present in the room.