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"Jaan to aap nikalti hai hamari, vo bhi anjane mai... Bina kuch kiye..."His words range in my ear as i could feel myself getting bewildered while my conscience questions my assumption over him.. it seems like he don't have any intentions for second marriage..
He grip my wrist and started dragging me outside our chamber while i corrected my duppata with my one hand carefully placing it over my head... It isn't pratapgarh that I could be careless it's rajgarh, my in laws place. I should be careful. Being a crowned princess I should be always present with decent look. That's my mother's teaching...
"Kaha leke ja rahe hame...?"
(Where are you taking me..?)I ask him, as the smile or more like smirk on his face was scarring me... It was indicating me something his mischief...
"Kisi se milwana hai aapko..."
(I'd like to introduce you to someone..)He said his voice still holding mischief.. it was annoying... He was annoying.. and now I was sure... He is going to embarrass me.. alredy all soldiers, attendees pasing through the corridors were giving us side eyes and I could feel heat rushing through my body....
Hey ambe maa....
(Ohh goddess ambe..)I whisper and God seems to accept my prayers as we reach near a chamber which seems like our destination and even before the announcer do his work.. yuvraj drag me inside the chamber like it's his...
The whole chamber was mess, all the clothes, bed sheet were shattered on floor.. the golden glass, flower pots everything was mess..... it was making me irritate i mentally noted to order attendees to clean this chamber....
"aap hamare kamre mai aise nahi ghus sakte bhai sa..."
(You can't enter in my room like this brother....)
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Ruhanika - His Name Of Love 🥀
Historical Fictionruhanika Pratap Singh : After 7 generation the royal family of pratapgarh was bless with a daughter... Who was considerate as noting but the blessings of goodness Durga... From household to arts , from horse riding to sword fighting , from knowledg...