| 𝔉𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 | Serialized Spotlight - AmbassadorsIN |
Book 1 in the SURYAGARH ROYALS series.
Suryagarh Fort.
In the heart of the desert state of Rajasthan, a 900-year-old fort, a 500-year-old family feud, a 300-year-old portrait, and the thir...
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Dinner was largely a silent affair.
Shreya wasn't exactly too hungry, given she ate a lot at lunch and had a considerable amount of information heaped on her that she needed to process. So, she asked the servers to give her only the bowl of warm soup made fresh that evening with vegetables and minimal spices, and as she used the ceramic spoon to occasionally take a sip of the liquid, she could sense the intense gaze of the prince on her. That made her feel awkward yet excited because of the attention she was garnering from the charming man.
The three of them were seated at the ornate dining table. The mellow illumination cast by the tapers aglow behind them on the candelabra mingled with the shadows created by the furniture blocking the path taken by the beams of the artificial lights. The tassels on the chandelier tinkled with every draft of air from the central conditioning, and the spread on the table was homey and scrumptious.
Once dinner was done and dusted, and the sibling duo declined desserts, Shreya didn't wish to keep sitting at the table anymore. The furtive glances Adya was exchanging with her brother made it very clear that the girl was dying to speak to him. Perhaps about the impromptu guest situation, and Shreya took the hint. Excusing herself, bidding them good night, she was half hoping to return back to the resort, but she was instead escorted by a servant to one of the guest chambers on the third floor.
Once the girl was out of earshot and the thudding footsteps receded up the staircase, Adya dropped the smile on her face and stared at her brother.
Aarush didn't let the heated glower concern him for a moment as he dabbed at the corners of his mouth with a serviette and chugged water from the tumbler.
She cleared her throat and flashed her eyes at him.
"What is it, Princess Adya?" he muttered.
She scoffed and flailed her arms. "Care to explain?"
He glimpsed at the two immaculately dressed women standing behind the table with their heads bowed. He waved his hand in dismissal, and they scurried away. He turned to his furious sister once the servants left. "Yes, Adya, you were saying?"
She clicked her tongue. "Shreya Awasthy!" she snapped.
He peeked at her with mild interest. "Yes, Adya, she is a guest, and, yes, Adya, she has come all the way from the US. So?"
Her mouth hung open. "Huh?" She clicked her tongue again at the mischief shining in his eyes. "Tell me!"
"Just did."
She whined. "Bhai!"
He shrugged. "What do you want to know?"
"You know what!" she screamed.
He grinned. "Don't you have classes in the morning? Off you go and get some rest. You must be immensely exhausted what with all the overthinking you have been doing in the last three hours."
