I hadn't find the painter yet and truly I was pissed. The queen didn't do anything except for staying in her room and talking to the maid's about literal shit.
She did occasionally visit the library to read, because she was the only woman in the royal grounds (except for me.) Who could read and write.
Mostly spending her time with Sunanda, she used to ignore my presence, nor like I cared but girl you made me your right hand...atleast fucking tell me what should I do to spend my time!!
And whenever she used to get some time to acknowledge me, she used to defer it by saying she was tired and needed rest.
Like bitch what the fuck?!
So, like I said, I was pissed...because I had so much time in my hands but I wasn't able to do anything productive out of it.
Neither could I find the painter nor a handsome man over whom I can drool over.
Wandering my way through the halls, I met Tejasvini who was walking down the hallway, to the Maid's chamber. She noticed me and smiled before gesturing me to come with her.
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"I wonder if Sunanda licks Queen's feet to get to her good side." One of the maid's recited. I narrowed my eyes at her statement and shook my head in disbelief.
Bitchass women.
Sunanda was such a lovely girl, just because she was the head maid these bitches were jealous of her.
"What are your thoughts on this Gayatri?" I gazed at the older woman who looked like she drank piss to spit such shit out of her mouth.
"I don't have any problem with her, but if you all need an advice then I can give you all one." All their eyes shone with curiosity and I smirked to myself.
"You all should start sucking Sunanda's toe nails so that she can let you all be near the Queen." They all simultaneously gasped and I shrugged my shoulder and got up to leave.
The same oldie held my wrist harshly and stopped me. I turned my neck back to see her eyes filled with wrath. My gaze fell on her hand and I harshly removed it from her grip.
I held her wrist and twisted it as she screamed in pain. I looked at her bored, this weakass hag thought she could tackle me.
ME!
HAAH!
FUNNY!
I brought her closer to me, and stared into her soul. OMG it was so therapeutic to see her in pain.
"Look here you old hag, if you touch me once again, I won't take a single second to snap your neck, okay?" My voice came out bitchy. Like a bad bitch I was! (FLIPS HAIR)
"Y-yes, please leave me!" I threw her hand and stared at every women present in the room who had horrified looks on their faces and I smirked to myself.
Moving outside, I met Surya, I rolled my eyes on seeing him but he stopped me on my path by putting his hand in front of me.
I sighed before looking at him, who had a smirk on his face. He always made me want to scratch that freaking face of his.
"I saw what you did there." I crossed my arms and lifted an eyebrow.
"So what? Are you gonna complain to your dear general, like you did back then?" I mocked.
He shook his head chuckling, before gazing at me in amusement. "You're still holding a grudge over that?"
"So are you saying I shouldn't do that?!"
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Historical FictionGayatri is a skilled thief whose only goal is to become the richest person in the world. She sets her sights on stealing a famous Indian painting worth 100 million dollars. When she finally gets her hands on the painting, she is unexpectedly transp...