His Innocent Princess (The Untold Story of A Cursed Love)

An Unknown Desire..

Something within him was different today.

'What?' He didn't know.
But it was certainly there.

Hands itching with desire to touch the caramel like velvety soft skin and for the first time ever in his life did The Sanskar Maheshwari found it difficult to turn his gaze away from a girl laying atop him.

Cladded in an elegant pink dress the way she was holding tightly onto him evoke a feeling so foreign to his cold and unyielding heart.

Black manes flowing gently along the wind and with a glow so bright only a crown was needed, and she would make a befitting figure for a princess.

So porcelain.

So fragile.

'Princess.'

The word was right on the tip of his tongue but somehow he could not get himself to voice it out aloud.

(Here is the pic of her dress)

The hold onto his shirt's collar tightened with each passing second while he continued to observe her silently.

Eyes shut tightly in fright mumbling something incoherent under her breath.

His hands as if have a mind of their own, unbeknownst to him, were rubbing soothing circles on her back on their own accord.

Unknown to the duo two pairs of eyes were eyeing the scenario silently standing a few feet away.

Abhijeet Maheshwari stood rooted to his spot all the while observing the exchange quietly.

Needless to say, he himself didn't expect this kind of a reaction from his son.

"How the hell it even happened?!!

The same question lingering inside all of their minds.

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Flashback : A Couple Hours Earlier

Slender figures leisurely moving up to adjust the tie knot meanwhile buttoning up his blue armani suit paired with a black dress shirt underneath.

(Here is the pic of what he was wearing).