Chapter - 18
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Rehan Pratap Singh
I turned and strength my arms and open my eyes slowly and my widened as I found the bed empty.
I sit up immediately and look around, where is Swadheenta? Must be in the washroom. I get up from bed and go towards the washroom.
" Swadheenta" I knocked on the door.
" Swadheenta are you in there?"
" Swa.." the door gets opened and I entered and see no one is here.
Damn.
I run out of room and goes downstairs. Dad and Nilay are standing there looking at me.
Thank god Swadheenta is not here.
I sigh but then I hear the sound of anklets. She come out from Dad's behind wearing a saree she look up at me and slowly a smirk made its way on her face my face lost its colour when I saw her wearing sindoor and mangalsutra.
I won't spare her this time.
I take a step ahead when Dad's voice stopped me.
" Is this true?" He showed me the phone which has our photo while I was making her wear mangalsutra.
" I can..." My voice trembles a little.
" Is this true?" His intimidate voice came.
C'mon Rehan you're a Prince. You have royal blood in your veins, handle it like a royal.
" Yes," I said firmly.
" Which Princely state she is form?" He asked and an evil plan formed in my head, I tried but you didn't listen now suffer.
" Rajgarh"
" What!" Both Dad and Nilay exclaimed and she looks at me with a frown wondering how she became a Princess.
" What are you saying Rehan?" Dad asked.
" I can explain but not here" they nodded.
" Take your Mam to the room," I asked a maid and she take Swadheenta with her.
We all come to the study room and close the door.
" Dad sit," I said
" I didn't come here to sit I want to know why you did this? Why did you break the tradition of the years? When you know elders choose the bride/ groom then how can you marry her?" Dad shouted.
" And that too with the Princess of Rajgarh," Nilay said.
" Did you forgot what happened years ago?" Dad demanded.
" Hum kuch nahi bhule" I look down.
" Then what is this?"
" Revenge" I look up and look into his eyes.
" Revenge?" he repeated.
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