I looked myself in the mirror. The red georgette saree perfectly hugged my curves. With fine intricate designs imprinted on the smooth fabric, the stud earrings overall made my appearance look extremely sophisticated, exquisite and maybe enticing? The event was not the only thing, I am getting ready for. There's something more that matters to me a lot, at least before I take any firm decision in my life and choose whether I live with my past or move on, completely. I haven't read the contents inside of the envelope but since our relationship hasn't completely dissolved in the way it should, I have decided to meet him in person and sort everything out. The one thing that always was always a negative aspect in our lives was the lack of proper and in depth conversation. It was always either an unfriendly and cold encounter or no words exchanged for days. This honestly requires a lot of courage for me to face him after not seeing him for so long, maybe an eternity, well that's an exagger
I was despondently heading towards the lounge area when I sensed someone's shadow, towering over my head, just behind me. I turned around and I felt as if my eyes are deceiving me. I finally beheld her face before departing. She was breathing heavily, gasping and all drenched in sweat, her hair all messy and sticking to her face as if she reached here, running a marathon. Being too overwhelmed and scared, I forgot to ask her permission and crashed her into me, tightly clutching her dainty body against my chest.And she too, complied by not pushing me away, this time. After a short while, she shifted a little, indicating to break the hug and I did, freeing her from my smothering hold. That's when I noticed the saree she was wearing, the one I wanted her to wear at the event but she had refused to accept anything from me. Typical she and her queen attitude, well I respect that attitude that's why I am alive.Taking one deep shaky breath, she started shouting or rather roaring at me, imp
Copyright ©️ Muskan Prakash ™ 2022I kept pacing around in my room nervously, fiddling with the hem of my dupatta (scarf). Finally my husband is home after a long haul of an year. I only know how much I've awaited and prayed for this day in my life when I can finally see my husband, when I can finally hear his voice for the very first time...I've never seen his whole face except for a few glances that I stole during our pheras (wedding ritual). I heard the screeching of tires making butterfly flutter in my stomach from the sheer nervousness of facing him.I ran outside the servant's quarter with my anklets tinkling, rejoicing with me on my happy day.I stood near the balcony peeking through the space between the vivid long drapes that hung in the entire palace. I hid behind the diaphanous curtain, the guards opened the massive gate for yuvraj Daksh as his posh black Rolls Royce smoothly rolled in the 'Singh palace'. My husband 'Daksh advait singh' is the yuvraj (Prince) of svamgarh,
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'Ra-rani sa, please pardon my husband! I don't know where my ignoble son is. We a..are very poor!! I cannot pay the price of my son dishonoring your royal dignity..please pardon his j-job, I beg you please!!', sunita wailed crouching near her queen's feet, tears gushing out of her aged eyes.Never in her twenty five years of serving in this palace, she had encountered this furious form of Rani sa (Queen).'Get away woman!!! Who else will pay? Your run away son is missing!! Doesn't he thought about his parents before kidnapping my princess? I'll make sure you get no job anywhere in this country. Get off me, right away!!!', she kicked the woman with her pointed sandal causing minor wound to form on her forehead.She winced in pain writhing like a fish pulled out of water but continued begging bowing down in reverance. She couldn't afford getting kicked out of the palace, the only livelihood she had where she served the royal family for more than two decades. Because of the daring stunt
'Wait ma sa, can you handover your phone to Nandini. She isn't picking up my calls...',she was perturbed by his question. A cold bead trailed down the arch of her neck. What will she say now? A new wave of terror started creeping inside her heart paralyzing her every muscle...'She...she's gone to her friend Riddhi's house', she bit her tongue, barely able to lie. 'Where is her phone then?!', his voice turned cold as a freezer as if sensing something to be off.'There a...are wedding preparations going on in her hou..house so she might be assisting them. She's not your babysister anymore, stop c..''She's adult but not for me. She's still my babysister and she's answerable to me for everything!!', his steel voice boomed resounding in her quitetude chamber. She could hear her own pulse beating wildly in her ear, her erratic heart felt as if it would leap into the pit of her stomach. His icy voice sent jolts of shivers down her spine, how many and how much lie she'll have to utter to ge
The brightness of the sun scurried away the pursed gloominess reviving the very source of life, chirping of birds filled the quitetude atmosphere with their melodious symphony as their melliferous tweeting quivered the cords of the couple that was sleeping on the floor, aging lines more prominent in distress..'Sunita, when will my angel return back in her abode? My heart is feeling restless these days..!', the stressed croaky voice of Vijay reached his wife's ears who was busy making tea on a small gas stove. 'Uff..!! Why're you stressing so much on calling her home since last night? She has her exams till weekend! She can't come...and have you anticipated her reaction when she'll see us in this crumbling state?'Sunita's anxiousness led to a fright seeing her husband's body turning pale. She ran to her husband who keeled over in her arms. A thunder struck her senses as she stared at the lifeless body of her husband, his eyes open staring at the vast sky as he laid still, lifeless..
'His hypnotic gaze contained a divine and magnetic pull, shackling me to the hellish abyss, tempting, irresistible, frozen and dark, A sin he appeared yet I craved the passionto burn my very insides with the sweet poison,forbidden, incomsumable and deadly,yet the predator too desirous for the sinless in his captivity'9 days later..'How co..uld y..you hide the news o..of my fa..fathers death?!!',snivelled Saanvi miserably,crestfallen and betrayed, gnawing grief manacled her heart. She choked with tears unable to say anything further. She looked at sorrowful face of her mother with detest. 'He was not o..only you husband b..but my father too!!!', she screamed kicking the table in fury, her mother stayed silent, squatted across the dusty floor that she cares less of, her shoulders hunched in dolour and her face looked cold like marble.'Bh..bhaiya(brother), why didn't yo..you tell me?',abound tears fell and dissapeared in the shirt of his brother who hugged her sister tightly to