Prem-Leela Series Book- 01
(Art of seduction)
𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚)
"Marry me, Siya," his voice whispered.
I should have laughed. I should have refused. What place did I have in his grand world of palaces a...
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The letter weighed heavy in my hand. I traced the lines of my mother's handwriting as if she knew this message would be crucial in future. Among the many emotions it stirred inside me, the most prominent was confusion.
An address was scrawled hastily, and beside it, a single letter: R. Raipur.
Memories of my childhood city flooded back. I used to live with my parents in Raipur, says Orphanage lady. My mother's rounded belly bump was the final image before they vanished, she had added.
Why had my mother written this address? What did the letter R signify? These questions gnawed at me as I sat in the small space of my flower shop.
If I've to find about my parents, I had to go to Raipur. The unease of leaving my business behind clung to me, but I knew it was necessary. I had to find the answers, had to uncover the mystery behind my mother's letter and the ominous letter R.
"Ishita," I called out, stepping into the bright, fragrant shop where my friend was arranging a bouquet of lilies.
"I need you to take care of things for a while," I added.
"Where are you going?" She looked up to me curiously.
I hesitated before opening my mouth. "I have to go to Raipur. I found a letter from my mother... I think it might have answers about my parents."
Ishita's expression softened an instant.
"Of course. I'll handle everything here. Just promise me you'll be careful," she said cupping my hands in her, giving me warmth.
"I will," I assured her, giving her a tight hug.
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Packing was quick...just the essentials. The train journey to Raipur was long and gave me ample time to mull over the possibilities. What awaited me in Raipur? Who or what was R?
I leaned against window of train, completely lost in my thoughts. I felt my eyes getting heavy as journey moved ahead. I snuggled in a shawl, wrapping tightly around my body.
It's not like I haven't been to Raipur before.
Next morning:
Stepping off the train, a wave of nostalgia hit me. My last visit to this city was many years ago when I was a teenager. Now, I was returning alone with nothing but a letter and a resolve to uncover the truth.
I had arranged to stay in a modest guesthouse.
The narrow streets, lined with vibrant shops and the aroma of street food, felt familiar and foreign at the same time.
