Mayuri's POV
Suddenly I felt like throwing up. Having no time, I quickly ran towards the table and threw the fruits out of the bowl and vomited in it. I also started feeling dizzy, must be because of the weakness.
When I was done, I felt a touch on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a woman with a glass of water in her hand. She forwarded the glass and I took it gladly.
After cleaning up, she helped me in standing up.
"Thank you so much for helping me" I said with a smile. She nodded and smiled too.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Amrita from Amsar" She answered.
"Oh so you live in Amsar" I asked and she nodded.
"Yes Jiji" She answered. I don't know why I felt awkward listening jiji word from her mouth.
"So you are a new attendee here?" I asked and she shook her head.
"No, I'm soon going to be the wife of the upcoming King of Jaipur." My heart shattered listening to her. No words came out of my throat. She is lying, I know.
"You are lying" I muttered.
"No, I'm not Jiji-sa. Even I'm going to give the birth to the heir of this kingdom soon." She said with a smirk. Soon her sarcastic smile disappeared when I slapped her hardly!
"Don't say such words about my husband from your filthy mouth!" I said and held her hairs in my fist. She winced in pain and tried to loose my hold.
"Leave me... Ahh, Your husband loves me. If you- you don't believe me, I have a pr- proof too" As soon as I heard her. I left loosened my grip and gulped.
"Show me the proof and if I got to know it's fake. I swear I'm gonna kill you!" I glared at her. She gulped and nodded.
She bring out a red envelope from the side of her waist which was tied with her waist chain, it was hidden with her duppata.
"See" She said and I took it from her hand.
I started reading up the letter.
Pranam,
Hum Shushantnu Singh Rajput, Jaipur ke Rajkumar aapse dwarkast karte hai ki hum aapki purti Amrita se behadh prem karte hai aur unsey vivah karna chahte hai.
Aapse vinti hai ki iss nivedan ko swikar kare aur aapki putri ko humare Rajya ki Choti Rani banne ka sobhagya prapt hone dey.
Dhanyavaad
Shushantnu Singh Rajput
(Shahi Mohar)
A pool of tears collected in my eyes. My hands were trembling. It was his signature! It was his shahi mohar! How could he do this to me?! No-No it's all fake.
Suddenly a hard slap felt on my cheeks. I fell down with the impact. But fortunately, I held the table and stable myself.
"You bi*tch! How dare you touch my daughter!" An old man was shouting on me. He had his pagdi on his head, It wasn't a normal pagdi, Only head panchayat of the village can wore this. He held my arms tightly and started ragging me, If like I'm a doll.
"Leave me! Ahhh!" I started crying. I felt so embarrassed. Each and every attendee were staring at me.
"Aah leave me it's paining!" I cried but the man didn't listened. His grip become more firm on my arm. He also digged his nails in it.
He suddenly threw me on the floor infront of hundreds of man sitting there. I cried and look up only to see the King of Jaipur, that bastard.
"What happened?" He looked at that man. I sat up.
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Mayuri~ Faith on herself
Historical FictionWe all have listened to a story in our childhood that a prince and princess, fell in love, got married to each other and lived a happy life thereafter. Looking at his childhood picture that I painted 8 years ago, I realised that how gradually in the...
