Royal with Rebel (Royal #2: Book 2)

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-• the king's queen •-

Principal Abhay Menon storms down the school hallway furiously, his flustered secretary in tow with him. Entering his office, he tosses the sealed envelope on the counter top of his desk, grabbing the paper weight in a fit of unbearable anger and hurling it across the wall. His secretary jumps back in fright, clutching the writing board to his chest nervously. He had often been the witness to his superior's wrath, and every time he was less and less prepared. He might be unaware of what brought this rage forth, but he knows it has something to do with the envelope delivered to Mr. Menon in the midst of school's morning assembly.

"How dare they do this to me when I was out of town?"

"What exactly is wrong, sir?"

Abhay spins around. "The board appointed a new vice chairperson. It's a woman." He spits out the last word like it's bitter and cheap. "Without asking me? Without considering my opinion? I've been taking care of this school for the last twenty years! And they called an impromptu meeting, made a decision among themselves, and only notified me now!?" He shakes his head in disbelief.

"An impromptu meeting to appoint a new vice chairperson?" His secretary repeats incredulously. "Why would they do that? Who's this woman?"

"Must be some bigshot's mistress or wife. I wouldn't be surprised if some decent sugarcoating was involved." He snorts. "The board even wants me to host her a welcome ceremony tomorrow morning. You take care of it. I'm going golfing for the rest of the day." With that, he grabs his jacket draped over the back of his chair, flinging it over his shoulder and striding out of the office.

His secretary glances over his shoulder, approaching the desk to pick up the envelope. Taking out the letter, he unfolds the paper, reading the printed words carefully.

The words in bold, emphasized in italics stand out: Ms. Sara Virendra Pratap Singh Rajawat.

"Rajawat?" The secretary muses under his breath, taking out his phone to search the name, clicking on images next. His lips fall apart, entranced at the ethereal face that takes up his entire screen. Such a beauty. Would all go in vain if she really turned out to be someone's mistress or wife though. Shaking himself out of the stupor, he walks to his own office, preparing a notice for the school's event management committee, addressing the letter to the teacher in charge of it.

Then he composes an email to their new vice chairperson, inviting her to the welcome ceremony organised in her interest.

Hitting enter, "And sent!"

The email reaches Sara's inbox in less than a minute. Clicking on the notification, she smiles reading the invitation.

Planting an elbow on her hiked knee, she rests her chin on her upturned palm, rolling her lower lip in. Gaze fluttering to the man standing across her hotel suite, she watches him pour himself a glass of scotch, the dress shirt he wore stretching to fit his massive build, the sleeves rolled up until his forearms. He turns around, long fingers swallowing the body of the crystal glass, adequately filled with the burnt, ember liquid swirling around the confines, before the rim touches his lips for a sip.

Yuvraaj slows down, his stance broadening under her intense gaze and he tilts his head to the side. "Something interesting?"

She smirks, flipping her laptop screen around to show him.