My heart went numb. I left like I was hallucinating.
I know those brown eyes. Those curls are not knew for me. I have seen them from quiet a few times now. I know this seriousness. I know this confidence. I know this face.
Pratap!
But at bottom of the portrait, विराट प्रताप सिंह was engraved.
I couldn't understand should I cry or shout. Be happy or disappointed.
Kill him or kiss him.
How can he do this to me?
He had the ring, his confidence, his right on me.
I promise you will be the Maharani of Magadh
I blushed.
"I came to ask you that Yuvraj was in South. Right?"
" That was what he told me."
" What do you mean by that was what he told you? You should know where is he."
" How would I? I was in capital all this time."
" How can you not? He sent you in the capital. He would have told you more."
" He did not."
" Why didn't you ask?"
" How can I question him? He is Yuvraj. Why would he tell me, a lowly life about his whereabouts? I am just one of many working for him and the kingdom."
" How does he look like?"
" Fine.. I guess"
' what kind of person he is?'
'....amm... nice..'
Then I remembered the horse ride back to the southern fort.
Omg...
I asked him to sleep on floor while I was on the bed, asked him to stay away from me, disrespected him.
That night came in my memory when he was drunk. Oh goddhhhhh!!
I SLAPPED HIM!
Oh no.
What should I do now?
After thinking alot I decided to play dumb.
He doesn't know I know. Right?
I know nothing. (you read nothing. Okay)
Omg...
Pratap is my husband. He was my husband. I was jumping in happiness.
I was my reflection in the mirror. My face was red, body was overwhelmed. I never saw myself this happy in a long time.
I was with my husband all this time. Oh my godddhhhh!
I want to meet him.
Should I go now?
But he would be sleeping.
So what?
I am his wife. I can go to his chambers whenever I wish to.
Right?
I took a shawl, wrapping in around me and walked out of my chambers.
Reaching his I directly entered his chambers. I am his wife after all.
My heart was beating so loud against my chest that if he was awake he would have heard it.
I walked close to his bed. He was lying their. His face was tensed.
All of the sudden I had an urge to touch his hairs, lost my finger in between those curls. Caress his face, touch those war scars and kiss those lip-
Wait!
Go slow.
He doesn't know you know.
What do I know? I know nothing. Right?
My eyes watered with happiness finally looking at my husband. I left the room before I wake him up.
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