Indian Queen Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“You’re dying.” “I’m stubborn,” I manage a weak grin. “Hard to kill.” “Liar.” Tears well up in her eyes. She reaches out, her fingers brushing the sweat-dampened hair from my forehead. “Why did they attack us? Who is that woman?” I hesitate. The truth is a tangled mess of politics and ancient laws, things she isn’t ready for. But looking into her eyes, I know I can’t lie. Not to my mate. “India,” I say, the name tasting like ash. “She’s the daughter of the King’s advisor. We were… arranged.”

Indyra stated. “How would your writing a note help with that?” James asked leaning forward and she turned to look at him. “With respect, I am a High Queen. I will not be questioned or interrogated by a Magi.” “But you will answer me.” The High King spat. “So answer the question woman.” Indyra paused looking at each of the men sitting before her. “Am I on trial here?” She asked. “That remains to be seen your Highness.” The man with the bell answered.

My eyes registered those nose, that lips, mustache, and his handheld mine. "You shouldn't be the Queen Abhi, You should be The King of India. You won the battle all alone."

King Atticus took his place and introduced Rithambara to everyone , " meet Rithambara, wife of Augustus and your future queen. She is daughter of my friend, Vikram Singh Rajput . Though they are married according to her culture, they will be married according to our rituals. Prepare the palace ." Claps were heard all around. Some were happy for their beloved prince ,some were fuming with jealousy while someone was looking at Ritha with keen interest. Author's Note

I said nodding towards a sleeping Alida and Ray lifted an eyebrow at me. “Just by judging this note, it is a female obviously as you said, but it’s got to be someone who’s close to the King in order for her to think that the crown belongs to her. Evidently she’s believed for who knows how many years, that she was next in line to be Queen, but by what means of becoming Queen is unknown.” Ray blabbered on while staring at the note again. “What do you mean by “means” exactly?” I asked.

He said or I say taunted me " Yuvraj Avadesh keeps your tone down with her. She is my future queen and I think that you know very well how to behave with other kingdom queen's right? And I will not give up as I said before. I will fight for her. When you want that, inform me." maharaja Devdutt said

Amara spoke like she was reminiscing of a good time. "India Vitalis. One of the best queens Moratia has ever seen." Amara continued, dropping down on her bed. "Really? How come? I know nothing of her." I said. "That's because you humans know nothing about anything. All you care about is survival and greed. India was different. Did you know she murdered her own husband and became the sole queen of the nation?" My jaw dropped. A human? Murdered a Lycan king and became the sole ruler of a Lycan nation.

I took her away from there, holding her back before they both started clawing at each other’s faces. “No, let me go, E,” she growled, “I am not done with him.” “Calm down, Jhansi Ki Rani,” I whispered in her ear, my arms cinching around her small waist. Her face relaxed and she let out an adorable snort. Kiara Sharma, my best friend since I could learn to walk, was Indian. I had the honor to befriend her when her family moved next to our apartment and her parents took every opportunity to tell us stories about great Indian warriors. Especially Jhansi Ki Rani as she was our favorite.

Aarohi just kept looking at him blankly. He again took courage and gulped the lump in his throat " may I know this beautiful girl s name," "Jhansi ki Rani, done, now just get lost," she said to him with a wide smile. Veena was witnessing this scene from nearby she was furious at aarohi's behaviour with the guest especially when it was Nitin's friend. ( Jhansi ki Rani was a queen, a freedom fighter ) when aarohi had an eyelock with Veena, she found her mother glaring at her in return she just smirked mockingly. Veena decided to talk to Aditya to control this shameless girl.

The little bit of courage that I got while holding Waldo's hand. A number of men greeted me, led by the king and queen of the Santiago empire. Mama poses in a white dress while her neck and hands are decorated with gold jewelry. He looked at me with sharp eyes. It was so sharp that I almost fell back. But that is not the reason for the fear I feel. Not the blade of his gaze. Nor are there many of them. But some guns are pointed in our direction now. "I can't give you much choice in this bargain, daughter," he promised slowly.