Prologue

Copyright ©️ Muskan Prakash ™ 2022

I 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, a prince who married a poor commoner!

My excitement was like a bottle of soda about to explode, too hard to contain it. I grinned in glee stealthily noticing his reflection on the limestone as he slid out of his vehicle. His coffee brown sunglasses sparkled blinding my eye for a second with it's sharp brightness..my hands flew on it's own accord to cover my eyes from the vigorous gleam.

I flickered my eyelids, tearing my hand away, slowly opening it to witness my yuvraj but my smile immediately evaporated in the thin air seeing a pretty lady sliding out from the adjacent seat. She quickly tangled her arms around his bulky arm as they stepped inside the palace, crushing my heart mercilessly...

So that's why he didn't came inside our room on our wedding day? That's why he left without telling his own wife that he's leaving the country? Why Daksh, why did you marry me if you loved someone else?! A lone tear trickled down my eyes as I turned towards the maid's quarter with heavy steps and a deceived wounded heart clenching with immense pain of betrayal. Couldn't you atleast keep the esteem of marriage vows that you took in front of the holy fire? Were they this meaningless?!!

'Saanvi!!', I heard the crisp voice of rani sa, my mother in law from the end of the corridor. 'Yes?', I instantly wiped those traitor tears twirling around, ready to face her wrath. 'Go and set the table for dinner. And don't appear with your ominous face when his girlfriend will be present in the dining hall, you get this servant?', I nodded, fresh lines of tears dampening my cheeks..

I'm Saanvi advait singh, a low class girl who married my prince charming, an actual prince but not everyone's story is fairytale, mine's not for sure...I never deserved his deception, hate, anger and disgust but I received this all as my wedding gift. I'm his wife but namesake wife and I'm nothing more than a servant of these giant four walls. And this is my love story build on pillars of hate, vageance and regrets!

A sinless beauty often lures the darkest devils, obscured in an overcast waiting to ravage on her scrumptious body...

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