Later that night, the tension between them reached its boiling point. Rudra and Mahnoor stood alone in his chambers, the heavy silence punctuated by their shallow breaths. The air was thick with the undeniable pull of desire and the simmering energy between them. Rudra's eyes were dark, filled with a primal hunger that had only grown since their moment in the hall.
Without warning, he grabbed her, pulling her body flush against his. His hands roamed her curves, fingers gripping her waist with an intensity that made her gasp. "You drive me insane," he muttered, his breath hot against her ear as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.
Mahnoor stood her ground, her body sparking with the heat of his touch, but her mind was as sharp as ever. She placed a hand on his chest, not to push him away, but to remind him who she was now. "Careful, Rudra," she warned, her voice low and dangerous. "If you hurt me again, I'll tear you apart, piece by piece."
He froze at her words, the memory of her tearing him apart last time still fresh in his mind. His hands paused, his grip loosening slightly as he looked into her eyes. There was no doubt—he believed her. She had power now, a power he couldn't fully control. And he liked it.
For the first time in his life, Rudra bowed his head—not to a king, not to a rival, but to her. His body seemed to surrender before his words even left his mouth. "Take me completely, Mahnoor. I'm yours."
A slow smile curled on Mahnoor's lips as she saw him submit to her. The predator inside her, the awakened Shesh Naagin, stirred with satisfaction at his submission. She placed her hand on his chin, lifting his face so his eyes met hers. "Oh, don't you worry about that," she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. "You'll be mine in every way."
Rudra stood again, the wild lust flaring back into his eyes, and in one swift movement, he cupped her face and kissed her with a raw hunger. His lips crashed against hers, the force of it almost sending them stumbling backward, but she matched his intensity. Their mouths moved in a fierce rhythm, tongues battling for dominance, but in the back of his mind, Rudra knew he was no longer in control.
Mahnoor's hands slipped around his neck, tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss, claiming him as hers. He groaned against her mouth, his body responding eagerly to her every touch. He felt her power, the undeniable force that she wielded now, coursing through her as she pressed him closer.
He lifted her, their bodies entwined, and carried her toward the bed, their lips never parting. They collapsed onto the soft sheets, the air between them electric with anticipation. Mahnoor's hands explored him, sliding down his chest, her nails grazing his skin just enough to send a shiver through him.
But this time, it was different. This time, she wasn't just the object of his desire—she was the one in control.
She broke the kiss, her lips curving into a sly smile as she leaned back slightly, her fingers still resting on his chest. "You thought you could have me on your terms," she whispered, her voice sultry and teasing. "But you're mine now, Rudra. And I'm going to take everything."
Her words sent a thrill through him, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been in this position before—submitting, giving up control—and yet, he found himself wanting it. Wanting her to take him, to own him.
He reached up, pulling her down again, kissing her with renewed hunger, but this time, it wasn't about dominance. It was about surrender.
The room was filled with the sound of their shared desire, and for the first time in his life, Rudra wasn't in control of the situation. And it was exhilarating.
Mahnoor's body trembled as the rush of excitement and lust coursed through her. Her eyes glazed over with heat, and she lost herself in the overwhelming desire that had consumed her since Rudra's lips touched hers. But then, something shifted—something primal and beyond her control.
In a blink, her lower body began to transform. She felt her legs meld together, scales rippling up her skin in a wave of emerald green and jet-black. Her human half remained, but from the waist down, she was no longer a woman—she was the Shesh Naagin.
She froze, her breath catching in her throat as the reality of her transformation sank in. The cold, smooth scales of her serpent form shimmered in the dim light of the chamber. For a moment, her mind raced with panic, unsure of what to do or how to regain control.
Rudra, seeing her in this state for the first time, let out a low, amused chuckle. His gaze trailed down her body, taking in the dark beauty of her serpent half. "Do you get it now, Mahnoor?" he asked, his voice thick with both lust and satisfaction. "Now you understand why I kept slipping into my snake form when I was with you. It's impossible to contain that part of ourselves when the desire is this strong."
He reclined back slightly, resting on his elbows, his gaze never leaving her as she remained frozen in place. The emerald sheen of her scales caught the light, making her look even more formidable and captivating than before. She was no longer just Mahnoor—the ambitious, sharp-tongued human—she was the Shesh Naagin, and the power that radiated from her was undeniable.
Mahnoor swallowed hard, her breath still shallow as she tried to wrap her mind around what had just happened. Her heart raced, a mixture of fear and excitement flooding her senses. She had never felt anything like this before—the strange strength in her serpent body, the awareness of her power now more real than ever.
"I didn't… I didn't mean to," she whispered, her voice uncertain for the first time in days. "It just happened."