HOOR

CHAPTER 4: GAYATRI

It had been a month.

30 days of me stuck here in the past.

I was cleaning the table of the the Queen's room, with Sunanda. Well things that I learnt here in the past month were that:

-> Sunanda was the head maid.

-> Being Queen's right hand meant that I would be serving her, and protect her from any potential danger.

It was weird I knew that. A girl who's only life circled around stealing things, was now stuck in the past for God knows how?!

My gaze fell on the Queen who stepped inside the room and saw us. She smiled before, dismissing me from my work and keeping Sunanda in the room.

I didn't have any objection with that, it was clear that Queen prefered Sunanda more than me, but I didn't really care. I had better things to do anyway, like finding the painter.

I limped my way through the halls (yes I hadn't fully recovered yet, thanks to the General.) And stumbled upon a room.

I had noticed that many elites visited this place often. As of now, there were no guards on the door, so I sneaked in, making sure no one saw me.

Well I was a master at this.

The room that I entered was a... library.

I rolled my eyes at the sight of bookshelves filled with dozen of books. People and their obsession with studying. I made my way through one of the shelves and my sight stuck on one of the books.

'The Royal Lives.' I took it out and opened the main page where the name of the author was written.

'Aditya Prabhakar'

I had never heard of that name before because I had been forced to remember the name of the elites.

I shook my head and shifted onto the next page.

"The Royals-people with immense power. People who are not chosen by the public but by the fate. But it wasn't there fault if they were born in a rich and a powerful family, the amount of hate and criticism they get for being titled as 'Royals' is foolish. The only time to criticize them is when they start to misuse their power, the power which was given to them to protect their people."

This paragraph caught my eye. The world might have evolved in my time, but their customs didn't. People were divided into groups. Groups which classified their whole life.

"When in a society, the rich starts getting richer and the poor starts getting even more poorer, that's the time when people should start realising their downfall."

No because who ever the fuck wrote this shit was telling the fucking truth. The future, where everyone thought, we humans would be travelling in flying cars, were actually fighting hunger, poverty and whatnot. If only those rich asses would understand what people like us had to go through to get a single meal in our hands, maybe then, this world would be saved.

"What are you doing?" The book fell out of my hands and landed with a thud on the ground. I snapped my neck towards the owner of the voice and hissed upon seeing his face.

Surya Singh.

A boy I had grown pissed of. He was a soldier under the General's command and was annoying as donkey's ass.

"What are you doing here Surya?" I bent down to pick the book up but winced on seeing his shoes in front of me.

"I am here on a patroling duty, Ms.traitor." I pulled his leg and saw him landing on the ground with a loud thud, his groan was to be honest.. was eargasmic.