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...
📖 Was this the moment I had been begging for? Was he really safe? Or was this just another cruel trick of destiny? ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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I had felt it.
That strange, eerie weight in my chest the moment he left. It wasn't the usual ache of missing him. It was different, as if a shadow lurking over me, an unseen force whispering in my ears.
Something doesn't feel right.
But I ignored it. Pushed it away, convincing myself I was just overthinking. I focused on the palace affairs, sat through meetings, and tried to distract myself. But every few minutes, my eyes flickered toward my phone, waiting for his call.
He should have boarded by now.
Why hadn't he called? I swallowed my unease and shook my head, forcing myself to concentrate on the files in front of me. Yet the uneasiness didn't leave.
It wasn't the first time he was traveling, but something felt off. A restlessness crawled under my skin, making me shift in my seat every few minutes. I tried to focus on the palace affairs, even on a book, but my mind refused to stay still.
"We'll continue this meeting some other days," I said and dismissed the meeting. Walking through the corridor, I reached for the staircase only to find Maa-sa coming downstairs.
"Aap theek toh hain?"
"Are you alright?" Maa-sa's voice had held concern when she saw me lost in thought.
"Ji Maa-sa, bas thodi si bechaini ho rahi ha.."
"Yes, Maa-sa, just feeling a little restless..." I dismissed it with a small smile. She patted my head and said, if something bothers me, I should let her know and not take unnecessary stress, she's here for me. I nodded in response.
It was nothing. It had to be nothing.
But then why was my heart racing?
Why did my hands tremble every time I tried to do something?
Why did I feel like something precious was slipping through my fingers?
I clenched my fists. Raj is fine. He will call when he reaches.
I tried to convince myself.
Moments later, The golden sun hung lazily in the afternoon sky, its warmth spilling through the jharokhas of the palace, casting long, shifting shadows across the marble floors. The faint rustle of silk echoed in my room as I meticulously arranged the Nuptial chain of my necklace, adjusting them over my collarbone.
"Rani-sa, shall I bring your herbal drink?" one of the maids inquired softly, standing by the vanity with her hands folded.
"Hmm," I hummed absentmindedly, my fingers lightly tracing the intricate embroidery of my pallu.
