Welcome to the world of Aryans where family is placed before money or power.
Here is love, here is hate, here is pain and here is the cure.
The Rajputs.
Rajput is more than just a name. It has a history of more than hundreds of years. The valour...
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Tucking out the red rose from her hair Reyna placed it on the polished vanity table.
Most of the petals of the red rose were missing, someone had stolen the essence of the rose from it.
A small smile stretched on her red colored lips knowing pretty well, the thief was her six months old son, Ahren.
In the middle of a royal wedding her earrings and her long hair were his only way of entertainment.
His little fingers would always get stuck in her dark hair. He loves his mother's long hair, he loves it when she embellishes herself.
Suddenly a loud scream full of pain and hurt came, yanking Reyna out of her sweet thoughts.
Her heart felt heavy, a sudden fear crawling in her. Her eyes snapped towards the direction from where the sound came.
Second floor..Izan's room.
Raising on her feet she was ready to run out of her room and reach the second floor but another sound of cry stopped her.
Her son, Ahren, was crying.
She turned on her feet, his loud cries were piercing her heart. Reyna can endure anything but not her son's cries.
Running to his cot she took the little child in her arms,“Shhh ren I am here darling,” she cooed, wiping the fat tears from his cheeks. The little bundle of cuteness sniffled with his pouty lips quivering.
Absence of his mother was one of his greatest fears. The little man finds it hard to breathe in absence of his mumma's soft fragrance.
Placing a soft kiss on his forehead Reyna brought him close to her chest. With him in her arms she walked to and fro in the room, singing a sweet lullaby to him she tried to send him to the world of slumber once again.
Her sweet voice, mixed in honey, broke the barrier of thick walls and traveled to where it was needed the most.
Clover closed her eyes and succumbed to the sweet voice, forgetting about the man sucking her neck like a wild animal.
Hearing Reyna's song, Clover felt like her mother had come down from heaven and was humming a lullaby to her. It gave her a hope of peaceful sleep. The only hope she needed.
Reyna's voice traveled more, erasing all the distance it reached to Zehra's ears who was looking at the round moon as if her world resided in the moon.
Reyna's voice was magical, soothing everyone's pain.
Ahren stopped crying and stared at his mother with his twinkling eyes which were begging him to sleep but he was loving the sight of his mother.
She was just so beautiful. Most beautiful person in the entire world.
It's not like he has seen the whole world but among the many faces he has seen, his mother's face has his heart and soul.
