The Historical Saga...
Of a Firece Queen and a Powerful King.
Where Red is darker than Blood,
Lies are stronger than Truth,
and Hate is deeper than Love.
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" Rajkumari, kya adhesh hai?"
" Princess what is the order?" the servant bowed down in fr...
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I gasped as he uncovers my face. I look at him shocked eyes wide and lips parted and there is opposite look on his face he is looking smug. He grin widely and took a step forward and I step back and my anklets made sound because of this movement.
" Wear whatever attire, take whatever disguise you can but you can't escape from me" he tilted his head little to a side.
I have done so much to escape from him and in end I'm standing in front of him. I clenched the hands in fist as anger and frustration both rise in me filling my eyes with tears.
" Hum apko pehchan hi lenge"
" I will always recognise you" he raise his hand and put aside a strand of curled hair which is in front of my face and a tear slip from my eyes. He blinked and his eyes widen a little making his dark green orbs visible fully.
" Are roiye mat Shehzaadi"
" Don't cry Princess" he come closer move his thumb to wipe my tear but I move back and keep my gaze down.
My wrist was grabbed and I was pulled forward my eyes widen when his body hit against mine. My hand were on his shoulder and my lips parted in suprise he is so close to me we are inches apart.
" Apki badtameeziya nahi sahenge hum"
" I won't tolerate your insolence anymore" He growled close enough his hot breath fanning over me a tremble run through my body and uncomfortable feeling in my chest.
" Pehli baar humne maaf kar diya tha apko par ek hi galti baar baar karne se vo gunaah ban jati hai or gunaah ki saza hoti hai"
He shoved me back my eyes widened in fear when my balanced got lost and my hands move to grab something to steady myself but nothing come in my grip and I hit the bed I close my eyes when my body bounced a little.
I grip the sheets my heartbeats are fast. I look back at him. There were anger clear visible in his dark green orbs. He is not wearing his usual outfit which was plain kurta and heavy over coat today is wearing a white shirt two scarfs maroon and black wrapped around his neck. My breathing come out in small pants he took a step ahead his shoe touched the ground and created a screeching sound.
