The sun hung high over the bustling marketplace, casting a golden glow that danced on the vibrant stalls brimming with goods. Maira perched excitedly beside her mother in their carriage, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Today was no ordinary day—it was the day her daughter, Pari, would open her first shop. The realization made Maira's heart swell with pride.
"Maira, our little dreamer is finally taking flight!" her mother exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
"Yes, Mother! I can hardly wait to see it!" Maira replied, her voice filled with a mix of joy and nervous excitement.
But just as they rounded a bend, their euphoria was abruptly shattered. A heavy rock struck the carriage with a deafening crack, sending it jolting to one side. Maira gasped, her heart racing as the wheels screeched in protest against the sudden impact.
"Are you alright?" her mother's voice trembled with worry.
"I... I think so," Maira stammered, her eyes wide as she peered at the damaged wheel. Panic surged as her mother's carriage began to roll away, the driver oblivious to their plight. "Mother!" she called out, desperation lacing her voice, but it was too late—her hopes of reaching Pari seemed to vanish in the chaos.
Steeling herself, Maira stepped out of the carriage and took a deep breath, I can do this, she whispered to herself. With determination painting her every stride, she set off down the dusty path toward the market.
Just when fatigue threatened to creep in, she heard the familiar sound of hooves approaching. Hope ignited within her. A carriage! Maybe she could still make it to Pari in time.
Raising her arms to signal the driver, her heart sank as the carriage drew to a stop, revealing none other than General Surya. His reputation cast an imposing shadow over the townsfolk—he was known for his cold demeanor and fierce presence. Maira's pulse quickened at the prospect of being so close to him.
"What brings you to the market?" he asked, his voice rich and deep, laced with unexpected curiosity.
Maira, caught off guard by his sudden appearance, managed to find her voice through the quiver of nervousness. "My carriage was damaged, and I'm trying to get to the market... my daughter just opened her shop." Determination fueled her words, but they trembled under the weight of his glare.
Surya regarded her for a moment, the hardened lines of his face softening as he recalled the spirited girl who once served him tea. "You can ride with me," he offered.
Caught between fear and the urgency of her mission, Maira hesitated, then climbed into his carriage, settling into the corner with an unsteady heart. The air crackled with tension as they began to roll forward in silence.
Just then, her throat tightened with thirst. "Um, may I have some water?" she managed to ask.
Without a word, Surya produced a flask and handed it to her, his gaze lingering on her as she took a long, grateful drink. The cold water rushed down her throat, awakening her senses.
"Your children must be proud of you," she ventured after a moment, attempting to ease the tension.
Surya's expression darkened, and a shadow flickered across his features. "I have no children," he replied curtly, the truth hanging heavily in the air.
Maira's heart skipped. "I see... what about your wife?" she pressed, feeling both daring and concerned.
"I am not married," he said, his tone resolute. "I've never been in a relationship." There was a fleeting vulnerability in his admission.
An uncomfortable silence enveloped them, thick with reason and introspection. "Where do you want to go?" he asked, regaining his commanding tone.
"To the entrance of the market," she responded, willing herself to remain composed, though her heart raced.
Surya raised an eyebrow, his piercing gaze unyielding. "Where do you really want to go?"
The intensity of their exchange set her heart racing. "To support my daughter," she confessed, the truth pouring out unexpectedly. "Today is her big day, and I want to be there for her."
As they approached the lively marketplace, the chatter and laughter became a symphony of hope and joy, filling Maira's heart with strength. When the carriage finally came to a halt, relief washed over her.
"Thank you," she said sincerely, her heart soaring with excitement.
Surya watched her, a mix of admiration and curiosity swirling in his mind.
Unbeknownst to Maira, this chance encounter would intertwine their fates .
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I am Prince's pampered wife
Historical FictionIn a world where fate is as fickle, Pari, a once genius woman, suddenly awakens as a vulnerable fifteen-year-old girl, her spirit trapped in a body reviled by all. In a kingdom veiled in shadows, she encounters Prince Veer, a man of striking charm y...