SHE fell into the grips of the Prince, yes, it was the comforting and electrifying grip of the Prince.
How had she known? The person who just prevented her from falling was dressed in sparkling royal robes, and it wasn't the King.
She remained still in his arms, her head resting on his chest. His scent and cologne filled her nostrils... hmm, she inhaled.
‘Are you crazy? You are on His Majesty, the Prince’, a voice told her and she instantly pulled out of his grip and stood straight, her face lowered to the ground.
"Are you alright?" The Prince asked again and she raised her head to look at him.
"Jeez!" Rina heard him exclaim.
"Huh?" She whispered, then looked away.
Raghav couldn't believe what he was seeing, he just couldn't believe it.
The lady who had fallen on his grips and stan
