❝𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭?❞
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Author's pov
‘Was it really her fault to fall in love with him?’
She covers her face with her scarf, making sure only her eyes were visible to others naked eyes. She removes her anklets and bangles in order to not to create any kind of clamour and leaves her house in the middle of night to meet the person she's immensely in love with.
Turning her ways, she enters the stable and straight makes her way towards her milky white mare. Sensing the movement around her, the mare who was sleeping peacefully wakes up and snaps when sees her owner. The mare neighs, barely but stops when her owner points her finger on her lips asking her to not make any kind of clatter.
“Shh! Not today sweetheart.” She says in a low voice and takes two steps towards her mare. “Let's go” She pats her neck after untying the rope and hops on her back. Holding the cordeo, she waves it in a manner of giving her mare a sign to move.
They exit through the back door of the stable that opens straight to the cavernous and at night the scary forest. The journey lasts for the next thirty minutes. Once they reach the deepest part of the forest, she pulls the cordeo and the mare stops on her feet. A shadow comes in her sight and the corner of her lips tilts in a victorious smile.
Hopping down from the back of her mare, she walked her towards the nearest tree and tied the rope around the bark. “Stay here, sweetheart. Alright?” The mare nodes and leans in her touch when she caresses her soft, silky hair.
Turning on her heels with a mirth smile, she walks where the shadow of the man was visible. Her fingers tug at the corner of her scarf and take it off. Second goes her dupatta leaving her only in a deep neck, sleeveless blouse and a skirt tied below her navel. Her back bare to the freezing night and the eyes of that shadow. Hair tied in a messy bun, knowing it won't last long after tonight.
She stands a step away from him and clears her throat to draw his attention to her. She frowns when he doesn't move. Taking the initiative, she comes around the bark and stands in front of him with her hands folded in front of her chest.
“What? Say something.” She demands holding the urge to not to rip off his scarf. Knowing that he's the youngest prince of Rajput Clan and being a public figure, he can't just leave the palace and stand in the deepest part of the forest. So covering his face with a scarf is the only way.
He stands there, still, immobile. Not saying anything but just gazing at her with something in his eyes which was unknown to others, unknown to her. She frowns when he doesn't remove his scarf. Her gaze drops on his hands and sees a paper in his hold.
