The gold bullion vault was a bare, concrete-walled space of about ten square metres, bereft of all furnishing or decorations. But in the centre of the...floor - shining so brightly that it positively blinded one's eyes - was a huge stack of gold bars. Hundreds and hundreds of them, all immaculately stacked criss-cross fashion, to form a dazzling gold pyramid.Tariz al-Majarif looked expectantly at me for comment. He was like a child, showing another child a new train set. Though I was open-mouthed. A wise and far-seeing Emir had persuaded a Khan who eschewed all modernity that the line ran along a certain trade route, and as a sweetener, he allowed that the trade route was in Tirfil and not in Kobekistan, thereby allowing Tirfil to collect the taxes on travellers and their goods. Unfortunately no physical border markings were possible because of the shifting sands, and the maps agreed had lines drawn on them which translated to a border several tens of miles wide on the ground. Thus. “I honestly don’t know. I felt weirdly aroused when Anirudh was touching you. It’s not just arousal. It’s more like anger, arousal, jealousy, and competitiveness in me all flared up together. It’s complicated as I still can’t figure it out myself.” Prabhu said as he looked at me. His face filled with confusion.“That’s okay, love. Let’s figure it out together. Whatever it is will face it together.” I said and kissed his lips while I pinched his cheeks.“Thank you, Anu. I’m so happy that you are. I whishpered -” see mom, for god’s sake please don’t go away.please.” mom was afraid of the relatives next room. She whispered with nervousness-“see raj, this is dangerous. They can listen from other room. And i am a old woman. I understand your desire but this is not right for us.”I kissed her lips passioanately and said-“i know this is wrong,but i love u so deeply ! You are mother of all queens. Come on mom ! It is raining heavily,nobody can listen to us.”Mom became helpless . She was.