Dangerous Life Ahead

60 : || Rise Of Obsession||

"Sit over here." Panchali instructed, her voice carried the usual coldness.

Nandini blinked in pure shock, her lips opened and closed. "Y-Yuvrani, how can I sit on the bed?"

Insecurity seethed out through the question, as Panchali sighed mentally knowing the girl was doubting herself as a commoner.

"I said, sit." She again ordered her.

"But-"

"Sit." This time her voice took a note of sternness, making Nandini lower her eyes and sit over the bed, at its extreme edge.

Panchali moved towards the bedside table, and poured the water into a silver glass from a silver jug.

She forwarded the glass to Nandini, who looked up at her again in shock.

Oh, how could she drink water from the silver glass that belonged to the Royal property.

Panchali again took a note of those dark grey orbs, pulling her memory towards her Doll.

"Yuvrani, I am fine. It's not-"

"Drink." She was ordered in a short and curt way. Taking the glass in her lightly shaky hands, she slowly drank it.

The knock on the door made the two notice the presence of the Pandava brothers.

They moved inside, walking towards the women. Nandini abruptly stood up from the bed due to respect and wished them.

"Pranipaat Yuvraj. Pranipaat Pandava Kumar." She bowed her head to them in respect, who in return nodded at her.

(Greetings Crown Prince. Greetings Pandava Princes.)

"Take your seat back, Devi." Yudhisthir kindly instructed, as Nandini sat back lowering her head.

Cold sweats started forming in her forehead, taking the notice of her own presence amidst the six Royals. Especially, the infamous cold hearted Crown Princess.

Her heart thrummed with fear, her hold on the silver glass tightened due to extreme anxiousness. The constant cold gaze upon her from Panchali was making her condition worse from inside.

"Relax yourself, Devi. We'll just have some questions answered round." Arjun assured her, noticing the tensed posture of the girl.

But his words instead turned her more nervous than before.

Panchali shifted her vision to them, and eyed them to take the seats on the sofa, while herself taking a seat in a single couch. They nodded at her and seated.

"All we want is the truth from you." Panchali declared, her voice screamed no nonsense.

Nandini flinched ever so lightly, and timidly nodded with her eyes stuck to the floor.

"Your name?" She asked, while the Pandavas gazed at her hearing her cold tone.

The air inside the chamber carried an unusual glint of tension, with a sudden drop down of temperature.

"N-nandini, Yuvrani." The low scared voice of her reached them.

"Age?" She again asked, not once removing her cold eyes from her.

"20."

Panchali exhaled a long breath, finally shifting her eyes away from the owner of those familiar eyes.

Doll was eight years younger than her, but this girl was just four years younger.

Her jaws tightened as a bucket of realization poured over her.