Laying in arms of her husband, with unorganized thoughts, raw emotions was the best feeling ever for her. She was enjoying warmth radiating from Augustus's chest and a dazzling smile from him contributed to the peaceful ambience. Occasions like this were very rare where she forgot her responsibilities to savour something so special. On most of the days, more like nights, he was out on trade or pacifying kingdom's matters but tonight, it was a leisure feast for both under dim light cascading from chandelier hung on the roof of their luxurious room.Soaked rose and Jasmine petals were fragmenting the room and accompanied the aroma of love. Ah! That heavenly feeling of Augustus running hands through her hair like playing with violin cord was all she ever wanted. She came out of reverie when Augustus suddenly flipped her on the cozy bed and covered her with his body. Soon, she was a slithering mess under his pleasant tortures. She intervened her hands with him

Rithambara's heart squeezed in pain seeing her little boy curled up emptied stomach on the bed. His midnight, curly hair was falling on forehead while his lips were a bit pouted. Tear stained cheeks were telling the saga of his cries and she could feel her own eyes watering. Every royal member had had the dinner and it was only her and Abhi who couldn't gulp down even a single morsel. One in anger and other in pain. Keeping the dinner plate on the table, she went on Abhi's bed and caressed his cheeks. She flared her soft hands through his hair and kisses his eyes which were closed. How innocent he looked in sleep! No matter what, at the end, he was her youngest and apple of her eyes. Though she loved Justus and Eirene equally, Abhi had inherited her features and he reminded her so much of her Indian backgrounds. Though he never wore Dhoti or Indian attires apart from festivals , she knew he was the most handsome Indian Prince. Two years back when she had go

 (Special chapter on Ritha's pregnancy) Heavily pregnant Rithambara was having a tough time managing all her emotions. The random jolts of how Justus would react would fetch an extreme amount of anxiety to her. Augustus had tried to calm her many a times, still, she couldn't come up with the courage to let her son know about pregnancy.The little heartbeat in her stomach was beautifully rhyming with her happiness chord, yet fear was also an addled factor. She looked at her son, sleeping soundly, next to her.  Augustus was ecstatic when he found that he was about to have another child and so was Ritha. When happiness settled down, a challenge galloped them. A challenge of breaking down this news to their four year old son, Justus.      Her husband had his arms wrapped around Justus's little form and he like their boy, he too was sleeping while slee