the cold king TAHIR, the kind princess YN. both are like opposite poles,
one loves sword while other loves books. one knows the language of force which other knows the language of love.
they are the missing of each other, making each other half. wha...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
the village children are playing on the ground being covered in the dirt, tahir was passing by them while holding the wooden sticks on his shoulder.
preeti is playing with them, but her naughty mind clicked an idea. she was going towards tahir but in between a child came crashing to her. the child fell, and hurt his knees. tahir looked at him and walked towards him while taking in his arms. he ran towards the shadow of the tree as he is going to treat his wound.
preeti looked at the boy while smirking, she proposedly twisted her ankle and fell down to show Tahir that she is hurt too and he would come to take her just like he took the small kid. he looked at her and then turned towards the kid who screamed loud when the herbal plant touched his knees.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
preeti got up from the ground while dusting herself. her friends came towards her while smiling at her.
"tu soch rahi thi ki tahir tujhe apne baho mein utha lega?"
(you are thinking that tahir, is going to pick you up in his arms isn't it?)
her friends mocking at her. preeti looked at him, who is looking really hot wearing nothing on the top. their attention diverged to the soldier who is standing there while reading something really loud,
"maharani aaj shaam ko yahan aane wali hai"
(the queen is going to come here at the evening)
the group of women present there started to gossip,
"kya maharani yahan hamare nich jaati mein aayengi?"
(is the queen is going to come here in between us, who are in the lowest caste?)
"haan haan shushila, maharani apne raaj bhavan se hamare yahan ayengi... chalo utsaav ka ayojan karte hai"
(yes yes shushila, the queen is coming here in btween us from her royal palace.... let's prepare for the celebration)
all of them nodded their head, while tahir stood there smiling. he thought,
