SEASON ONE!
The princess of Padmadurg was prophesied to be blessed and bring prosperity. However, throughout Tarini's life of eighteen years, all she had been feeling was cursed, unwanted, underestimated to be precise.
Tarini tries her best to pur...
"Aryan, Aryan! Listen to me come here!" Tarinii pleaded her son who was busy riding away on Arnav's horse, Veer.
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" I shall come only when you promise that you will not make me read those boring books!" he frowned.
"But that one is a nice book, Aryan! It is literature! Nala - Damyanti is a classic, not boring at all!" she placed her argument.
" Why will you ever find it boring? It is romance after all!" He continued riding the horse in concentric circles round the royal field in super fast speed. He was too fast a horse rider for a twelve year old.
Tarini stared not approving that her son was not a literature enthusiast, unlike her. Instead this one more point of similarity between her arrogant husband and her son!
The previous night, Arnav and Tarinii had an argument about who were their children more like?
Like their mother -the sweet, innocent yet outrageous, feisty and to some extent mad, Empress Tarinii or like their father- the suave, arrogant, brave yet caring and humble Emperor Arnav Singh Raizada.
Aryan didn't like to read the type of books Tarini liked -classics, romance et cetera. Instead he preferred reading laws and manuscripts. In fact, he would read whatever his father caught hold of to read.
True that Tarinii had also read and studied those manuscripts but she enjoyed literature more. Is it wrong that she wanted her son to like them too?
Suddenly Arnav came in front of Aryan stopping his path. Veer, being Arnav's horse, immediately stopped and bowed to Arnav. Arnav came forward and smoothed Veer's hair lovingly.
"Prince, you are not supposed to exhaust my horse so. Please get down and stop running away from your mother!"Arnav said in a reprimanding tone. He didn't like anyone upsetting his Khushi, may it be his own son.
"Sorry, father!" Aryan frowned.
Arnav lifted him in his arms and spoke to him."Be a good prince and obey your mother. Do what Khushi is saying! By the way what is she asking you to do?"
" Mother wants me to read boring books like those classics some Nal Damayanti, Abhijan Shakuntalam et cetera." Aryan rolled his eyes.
"Oh!" Arnav said. "Then we better run away before your mother forces me to read them too."
Aryan chuckled while Arnav took him away in his arms inside the palace from the way opposite to where Tarinii was standing.
Looking at this scene Tarini frowned," God knows what planning and plotting goes on between this father-son duo!"
She felt a tug at her dupatta.
"Amma!" Aarushi said clutching Tarini 's dupatta. Khushi bent down and picked up her little seven year old daughter. "I know where they have gone!"
