The Royal Deal

29.

Denial is the best comfort zone.
- David Goggins

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Shaina Singh Shekhawat.

A twisting pain in my back elicited a soft whimper from my throat, my head ached like I was drunk on strong alcoholic content and my knees felt numb. I was sweaty and itching sensations were all over my neck heightening the feeling of blood gushing in my pulse.

I opened my eyes to look around and the first thing I sense is my new favourite fragrance; his fragrance. I want to buy it. I felt a warm hand on the dip of my waist and soft, soothing sensations seeped past the pores of my head when I felt his other hand gently placed over the back of my head.

I was all over him, just a movement away from landing on his lap. His rhythmic heartbeat echoed in my ears heightening every sense of my body.

Oh God! Why am I hugging him? And why has he not pushed me away?

I tilted my head to see his eyes closed and breathe steady like he was asleep himself. He looks nice like this, not emotionless and unbothered.

I slept on him? Certainly.

I loosened my hold on him and my fingers itched to touch the sharp, defined contours of his face. His thick eyebrows, protruding cheekbones, pointed nose and pink lips are placed in a harmony testifying the good genes passed on to him.

I raised the arm around his torso for my hand to reach his face, my hand lingered just above his eyebrows twitching with the need to touch his face and giving in to my urge to touch his face, my thumb caressed his left eyebrow while my fingers got tangled in his hair.

I was still pressed against him, his hands were still cradling me to his chest and my heartbeat went crazy with realisation. I felt his fingers grasping my waist tighter involuntarily hauling me closer to himself causing me to gasp softly.

"Crown prince?" I heard an unfamiliar voice of a third person and my head snapped towards the source of voice like a deer caught in headlights but all I saw was a black tinted glass. We were in a car? I looked around to confirm and fuck yes, we were in car which screamed class and luxury but his hand blocked much movement of my head.

"Your royal highness?" I heard the same voice again with a soft knock on the glass and I looked up at my husband and this time his eyes were open, and he was watching me. His unmoving gaze held me frozen in my place.

"We are being called, Mrs Shekhawat." He said and I nodded at whatever he said then I realised he was telling me to get my hands off him.

I pulled my hand away from his face in a quick move but before I could scramble to the farthest corner of the backseat he guided my face in the crook of his neck causing me to go blank like a new slate. My hand which was on his face now gripped his black suit jacket in a tight grip.

He was awake all this while?! God, no! Fuck no!

His hand on my head moved for a moment before it returned to rest and even softly pat the back of my head.

"Hukum, we're here." The same man uttered and I felt a strong vibration coarsing through my body when he talked, "Okay." He asked and I tried to move my head to take a peek but he applied a little force on my head keeping me in my place.

An eerie silence followed. Yuvraaj let loose and I seized the opportunity to pull away from him, that was also when I saw the partition completely closing once again with a click.

Yuvraaj quietly passed me a bottle of water which I gladly accepted before I gulped half of its content at once. I was feeling hot, thirsty and awkward all at once.