The Royal Nightmare

The Royal Nightmare

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IPS officer Divjyot Sethi, came from a very poor family and accomplished everything on her own. Getting married to a Prince, next in line for the throne with wealth and status equal to a Dubai Sheikh felt like her childhood dream of being a princess was heard by the supreme controller. This was until her sub ordinates come knocking to arrest her husband, The Prince Tejasveer singh Ghuman for the murder of a sex worker that reality made way and it turned to be a nightmare. "We have an arrest warrant for Mr. Tejasveer singh Ghuman for the murder of Kaveri Sana" the police officer says, as the pot falls from my mother-in-law's hands and on the floor spilling all over the lehenga. I read the warrant and then look up to see the expressions of the man I had married, barely 4 hours ago. This was an arranged marriage and this man had always given me chills, newspapers, the internet and magazines at the salon for my pre-bridal sessions, whenever I saw him. I thought it was his dominating and born-to-lead nature that left me uneasy. Not a murderer. He was the prince of my dreams. My knight in shining armor. Not a murderer.
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TEJNA

"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.

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