She glanced up to bottom of Anshuman . "What is your need in our territory!" He voice boomed . He was captivated by her fierce rage. A small smile played across his cheeks and immediately faded.
" A noble of Shivadurg, exiled away for some time. Talking to my Lord of the welfare of the outskirts I was banished. " He paused. " I seek refuge in these woods and mean you no harm. But look at you five people against a simple being!" He smirked pointing to the men. Arya felt her cheeks hot . Truly there was no need of so many men.
" You shall be our guest then. If you truly qish our good you needn't fear man." She said as she trotted back . A man of the tribe beckoned him to follow their trails.
The cheif accepted the prince. Anshuman had found an opportunity to win over her. He was in love with her boldness and beauty and above all in love with Arya.
Arya lay on her tough bed as she smiled remembering his husky manly tone. She was awed that the man did not dear being surrounded by the men. He had fought alone. He was bold and his smile provoked a certain sensation . Why had her cheeks been hot? she wondered. All of this made her fall asleep .
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Ambition And Wedding
Historical FictionStory of an outstanding warrior maiden. Can she ever live up to herdreamsor her wedding shatters it all? Read on to know
