Author's POV
Princess Priyanka made a call and grounded her teeth, "She is his wife. Why didn't you inform me?"
The person retorted with a laugh, "Don't panic. Her lifeline is too short. She will be dead within a few days, my princess. Don't worry."
"Where are you?" The person asked.
"At Jaisalmer Palace," She gritted her teeth and hung up the call.
"You have to die, you b***h," She stumped her feet and left the temple side area.
*****
"So, will you please let me go, Mr. Rathore?" Mili asked Prithvi.
"Okay, Mrs. Rathore. You may go but clear this thing in your little brain that you are mine," He said and released her from his hold.
Both of them joined their hands to pray to Lord Shiva and excited the temple together. Mili was so happy.
"So, may I announce that you are my wife
