A/N: Many parts in the book are ironic and sarcastic, make sure to indulge deeply ;)
Chapter name: 6| A Slight Hope to Relive Again (translation)
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Everyone's eyes were fixed on Shefali in confusion, shock, and jealousy.
Shefali looked at her bare feet and gazed back at the prince waiting for her answer patiently outside the boundary.
Abhilasha frowns thinking if he was going to make it so obvious in front of everyone here then why did he ask her to keep his 'affair' with Shefali a secret?
Shefali walks forward towards the open gates that lay wide open.
She never thought she would ever be able to get out through this door in front of everyone without any protests.
Only if she could show her gratitude through her eyes to the man standing outside.
As soon as she is out she hears the gates close behind her.
She looks back to see the women trapped inside, walking away slowly.
She sighs having no clue as to why she was called out all of a sudden.
She looked ahead to get bewildered by the horse he now sat on.
A beautiful black horse with aspiring eyes.
She was admiring the horse when a hand made its way between her and the horse.
"Common up"
Eshant says casually reaching out his hand but Shefali stares at his hand in confusion.
She looks at the horse once again and is sure she can't reach up to it even with the tiny support.
Eshant's eyebrows flew up and Shefali gulped in frustration.
If she does not want to upset the prince before she can run off, she will surely die today.
"I don't think I can-"
She says on her way to hold his hand.
In no time his hand twists around making her face the gate behind.
Eshant's other hand coiled around her waist and very swiftly pulled her up.
Shefali involuntarily gasped and gripped his arm tightly that folded around her waist.
She loosens up when she realizes she is already on the horse.
Eshant observes her closely unaware of the tinge of smile on the corners of his lips.
What is she?
He thinks before thrusting the rope making his favorite horse, out of all the others in his stable, run.
Shefali's eyes were fixed on him until the horse she sat on started running making her feel anxious at first.
Her head turned to the fastening road that came and went in no time.
She felt her anxiety slowly run away to somewhere she did not care of.
She smiled looking at the horse and caressed its neck softly.
She has always adored horses from afar.
Riding one was something she knew would probably never occur.
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