The Elite Bride ( I was enchanted to meet you, princess )

《 24. Meeting Parents 》

J A N A K I

I was stunned, amazed and appalled at Raghav's song like romantic confession. I had just asked him to say that he loved me without saying too but he just surpassed my imagination.

Presently, I was in his car. We were heading towards my palace as we had blundered. The footage of Raghav slamming Rahul into the wall had gone viral across many social media webpages. Even the media channels headlines were : The Prince of Bikaner lost his cool over a princess at his very own colleague. In short it was a mess.

And this mess had been called upon by both of our parents. As soon as we had left the court premises Raghav's Babasa had called him saying that he was coming with Aditya to The Palace of Junagadh, in a flight , so that he could discuss on our marriage with my parents. While my parents had also taken the flight from Mumbai, they didn't wait to attend the big reception party of Avinash and Tarini, they are straight away going to land in Ahemdabad and then come to the palace to discuss the matter of our marriage with Raghav's dad and brother.

I am getting nerves just by thinking of it. Raghav is currently driving us back to the palace. And I am humming Getaway Car by Taylor Swift, and suddenly an idea strikes my mind. Removing my air pods, I turn towards Raghav and ask him,"Raghav what is your taste in music?"

He turned towards me and said,"I listen to a lot of genres, Bollywood songs, Pop seldom, and rarely English." 

I pouted at him as I felt that this is where our thoughts won't match, I too listen to Bollywood music but English music is a top genre especially Taylor Swift, Halsey, Coldplay, etc. and off course BTS is too in my list.

"Why, I mean you look really cute when you pout, did you pout though?" He asked while looking at the road.

"Cute? Then I will pout more, but our music taste varies a lot." I replied. 

"Is that so? Then who do you listen to?" He asked while changing gears on the steering wheel.

"A lot of English artists namely Taylor Swift, Halsey, Coldplay, BTS and One D plus some soundtracks of Chinese and Korean and a few Pakistani Dramas, but that doesn't mean I don't listen to Arijit, Anuv Jain, Pritam, and Bollywood OGs." I mumbled remembering all the details of my huge music footprint.

"You like Taylor?" He quizzed me.

"Yep, I am a Swiftie, which are a group of people who love her and believe in her and not all the crap the media posts about her, we love her cats, her family and her witty mind, her creativity, in general we appreciate her existence in making humanity a bit not suffocating." I said dreamily.

"Seems like I would have to compete with Ms.Swift in winning your heart." He chuckled.

"Um, not necessarily, but yeah you need to pass a test. Baby steps until fast forward six months later you would know every bit of her and who she is. I am going to convert you into a swiftie, soft manipulation baby." I narrowed my eyes at him and gave him a smug smile.

"Hawwww...You are going to manipulate me, your future husband in that case? And wait a sec, what did you call me? Baby?" He asked while licking his lips.

And my gaze fell from his veins that were on the verge of popping out of his muscled forearm to his soft lips that I remembered tasted desperate yet soft and bite-able.

"Stop looking at my lips like that, principesa, you don't want to know what are they dying to taste." He chimed.

And I turned crimson red at his admission, I bit my inner cheek to stop myself from smiling.

He started,"I wanted to ask you if my behaviour with that ass hole Rahul scared you?"

"No, I was scared that you would kill him. But ... nothing" I replied cautiously, unaware how he would react.