Story of a true king and his beloved Rebel ❤️
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"You remember your Dada Hukum always said that a true king never bow's down infront of anyone other than..." His Grandma didn't completed her sentence.
"His Queen!" He completed her sentence.
"So...
Song dedicated to this chapter- Krishna theme flute from Oh My God❤️
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
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Same day.
The royal wing.
Hukum Sa's personal library/home office.
The beautiful personal library of the King of Jaipur was lightly dimmed!
Marvellous handmade paintings painted by the King himself gave a Royal touch to the wooden finished Library turned cabin!
Mrityunjay was standing with a stiff posture. Totally opposite to his chill and goofy attitude.
His beautiful neck length curly hairs were a bit wet and were beautifully falling on his forehead! Indicating that he had just took a shower.
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
While his sharp honey brown eyes were scanning the cozy room.
"Mrityunjay Rane welcome home!" The King of Jaipur said as soon as he entered the room and saw Mrityunjay standing there.
"This is not my home Hukum Sa! My home is with my people!" He said with irritation clear in his voice.
"And we are your people too Mrityunjay!" Hukum made his statement clear while sitting on the chair.
"Can we get to the point already. My people are waiting for me." His voice turned cold and emotionless.
"I will, I definitely will but firstly tell me, do you still Play flute?" Hukum asked while opening a draw of the grand wood table. And he took out a beautiful sterling silver flute.
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
