Aarav just wanted to attend a Royal wedding, never in his wildest dreams had he thought that he would be running away from the wedding with the would-be bride, the Royal Princess of Jaipur.
Maithili did not want to be married at twenty-two, she want...
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Maithili's Pov
I was on a plane back to Jaipur, I had long stopped crying and was sitting on a private jet arranged by Rudra Kapoor.
According to the guards with me, I hadn't bothered to learn their names since I didn't have the energy to talk. But they had to fill me in on all the details and what would happen next.
Following Rudra Kapoor's plan, I was to be secretly taken back to the palace. My parents had already been informed of my return, and I would be under extra security now that I had once run away. To protect my family from any embarrassment, the media and reporters would be told a different story.
The cover story was that I had been abducted on my wedding day by enemies of the palace who opposed our family's place on the throne. They despised our family's political power and, to get revenge had supposedly kidnapped me. Ransom calls were said to have been made to the head of security, demanding a large sum of money for my return. Everything was kept under wraps until I was safely back at the palace.
The plan was to tell the whole country that the princess didn't run away but was kidnapped by enemies who wanted revenge. The story would say that these enemies had already been caught. Rudra Kapoor and my parents had even made up names for these enemies to keep people from thinking about my escape. The guards told me that the media was paid a lot of money only to share the story my parents and Rudra Kapoor approved.
For the entire ride, I had been silent and had only asked one question for the guards.
"Are Mark and Sam safe?" I had asked and the guards had kept mum and had looked at each other and I knew the answer right then, they weren't, and I would never forgive Rudra Kapoor for torturing my friends who were more like brothers to me.
It was almost night when I arrived at the Jaipur airport. The guards quickly placed me in a car with dark-tinted windows, and a wave of panic hit me as we headed back to the palace.
As soon as the palace came into view, I was sure I was having a panic attack. I wished Aarav was with me. I hadn't seen him since I left, and our last conversation kept replaying in my mind. Even though I knew his words were lies, a small part of me still wondered if this was all real or a dream.
"Oh my God!" my mom cries out, her voice cutting through the air as she rushes toward me, her eyes red with tears. I step inside, and she pulls me into a tight hug, which I return just as strongly. I hadn't realized how much I missed her until now, and I'm sure I'm crying rivers as I hold her.
When we finally part, I see my dad approaching, worry written all over his face. He pulls me into his arms, and I start crying again, hugging him tightly. I had missed them both so much.
