loveseries#3
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Diya's eyes turned red with humiliation. Her doe eyes held the liquid of agony and her character assassination.
She looked at her husband, the king with a smile which spoke how he let her down.
"Diya wait!" K...
Lakshya had been paying Virana very well for being his interior designer either by going on dates with her or fulfilling those childish demands of her.
Lakshya stayed back a bit late to have a late breakfast with his wife while she looked unwell.
" Vira get up." Lakshya coaxed her and she groaned.
" My head's aching Lakshya." She breathed opening her eyes.
" Go, get a bath. You need to have your breakfast and take your medicines too." Lakshya mumbled gently kissing her head and she got up with a heavy head.
Virana brushed her teeth while Lakshya made her tea.
" Here have this, I already prepared your bath. Have a quick one and then we'll go for breakfast." Lakshya said and Virana looked at the time.
" It's 9:30 Lakshya." She said coughing.
" I know." He smiled.
" Ain't you late?" She asked grabbing her clothes.
" I am Vira, and I don't feel good if I don't have my breakfast with my wife." Lakshya made an effort and she chuckled.
" Thank you. I'll be quick Prince Lakshya." She teased him by using his name and he laughed. Virana was busy in the washroom while Lakshya was going through the news. There was a knock on the chamber's door and Lakshya stood up to open it.
He opened the huge door to see the maid with an envelope.
" This was on your name Prince Lakshya. The king asked me to hand it over to you." She said and Lakshya dismissed her taking the envelope. He closed the door and sat on the bed. There was a royal insignia on the envelope which was used to seal the envelope.
The insignia said that it was from the Arka. Lakshya opened the envelope and saw a neatly printed invite. He read it and a small smile was formed on his lips. It was a Royal Invite for tomorrow's lunch.
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As Lakshya stepped into the hammam, steam enveloped him, obscuring his vision momentarily. He blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden change in temperature and humidity. As the mist cleared, his eyes fell upon a sight that stole his breath away—his wife, Virana, standing near the pool, her silhouette illuminated by flickering candlelight, without a single garment veiling her form.
" Vira," He called her with his wide eyes and she screamed at him covering her eyes. Seeing her treasures submerged in the water had done something to him. He was speechless seeing her peachy body so flawless in his eyes.
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