The Kiss!
1029 Words
"We need some time to think." The Italian prince responded after, listening to the Sehzadi's terms and conditions.
"Well! Then, it's fine, join us! For my daughter's marriage!" The Maharaja proposed.
"Which daughter?" He looked straight towards Sehzadi Hanshika.
"My youngest daughter! Sehzadi Enoki!" The Maharaja stated proudly.
"Oh!" That's when his eyes fell on Sehzadi Enoki, who was already ogling at the prince.
The prince smirked and got up," Ok, then, We'll meet peacefully after this wedding."
"Sure!" The Maharaja announced, everyone got up and left.
Sehzadi Enoki, stopped Sehzadi Hanshika," Attracting tourists, I see!" She smirked.
"Yeah, here beauty talks and talent also!" Devi brushed her off.
"You! Talent my butt! Am challenging you, to the ground, now!" Enoki announced and left.
"She's just too self absorbed, like her mother!" Devi thought.
They both went to the practice area, to proove who's the best.
"The bow and arrow competition, is about to begin!" A sipahi announced." 1st s***h to, Sehzadi Enoki!"
Enoki stepped forward, and fired the arrow, it stuck to the side ring.
"2nd s***h to, Sehzadi Hanshika!"
Hanshika stepped forward and fired and her arrow got stuck in the middlemost part of the ring.
"1st round winner is, Sehzadi Hanshika!" The sipahi announced.
"2nd round, begins!"
"1st s***h, Sehzadi Hanshika!"
Again she struck the middlemost and Enoki failed.
"Last round! This round will decide the winner!"
The Italian prince watched this with amusement from the window of the Darbar and looked at the fierce woman, standing infront of him, thinking of the day, when he'll captivate her, under his illicit desires.
"The winner is Sehzadi Hanshika!" The sipahi announced.
Everyone present there started cheering for Sehzadi Hanshika, Enoki stomped her foot and left the ground.
"Disperse!" Devi announced and the crowd left the ground leaving her alone.
She practiced, the mistakes, she did, which could've made her lose the competition, if it were someone else.
But She wasn't able to rectify it and committed the same mistake again and again.
Suddenly, a hand rested on her waist, pulling her closer and helding her captive in his arms and straightening her hand and focusing the bow towards the aim.
The arrow flew straight, into the aim and struck in the middle.
Her mistake was rectified, she was dumbfounded.She immediately looked back holding the bow and arrow.
"Woo.. oo, wait, miss lioness!" Ibrahim put up his hand in an attempt to surrender.
"Don't you dare, touch me!" She warned him but bowed in respect," Sultan!"
"I didn't want to! trust me!" He bowed back," You were just so mesmerizing and so absorbed, i didn't want to disturb you!" He scratched the back of his head.
"They didn't announced your arrival!" She repiled, gesturing a sipahi to pack the bows and arrows.
"They did, maybe you didn't heard!" He replied." Seeing,
your absence, I came searching for you!"
"You shouldn't!" She replied.
"But, why you're my fiancee!" He replied stopping in his tracks.
"In your dreams! You think am a fool, I don't know, what you're upto. Go and say these sweet talks to my sister, who's gonna be the mother of your child, soon!" She spat.
"What do you mean?" He replied.
"Go and ask, my father, there's nothing to talk between us!" She replied and left the ground.
The conversation took place just below the window sheild. The Italian prince was standing there observing, the scene, clenching his jaw and relaxing at the same time.
AT THE KING'S COURT..
"Sultan Ibrahim, boarding!" A sipahi announced.
"Please!" The Maharaja gestured.
He sat on the arranged chair and asked,"May I know, why this urgency?" He asked.
"Because, my daughter is pregnant, with your child!" Maharaja stated with displeasure.
"Sehzadi Enoki?" He asked.
"Yes, Since you broke your own oath, I take my promise back and propose you as a father to marry Sehzadi Enoki!" Maharaja stated.
"Not possible!" He got up from his seat.
"Are you indicating, you won't accept your own child?" Maharaja asked.
"I.. I... !" Sultan couldn't form a word.
"Prepare for the Marriage! I have settled everything, we'll prepare it Indian style, you can again reconduct it in your style in your country!" Maharaja announced.
"Yes, Maharaja!" He wishpered.
"And one more thing, our Indian marriage has certain rules, you cannot meet your bride, unless you're married, so don't try to!" The Maharaja warned and left.
"Maharani, played well!" He thought mockingly.
In the Garden...
"Birds are attractive, when kept in cage!" Marco, approached devi with a glass of wine.
"With this kind of mind, you can never rule a country!" Devi replied stroking the parrot's head.
"Still, with this principle, my country is stronger than yours!" He bowed a little.
"Still, you're here to ask for help!" She bowed back.
"You've a sharp tongue!" He replied with a smirk.
"Sharp sword too!" she replied.
"But not sharper than my moves!" Saying this, he pulled her towards his chest by her waist and kissed her, biting on her lips. Sehzadi tried to pull away, but he was so strong, he pinched her waist and entered her mouth.
Kissing her passionately and for a long time, until she ran out of breath. He pulled back and wiped his lips. She was shocked and slapped him right on his face.
"How dare you!" she replied through clenched teeth.
He clenched his jaw, But looked up covering the anger with a smirk," Don't ever pull this damn stunt again!" He replied calmly, but his eyes said otherwise.
"You too." Sayin this Sehzadi left the ground stomping her feet.
"You, dared to slap me, you'll regret it soon, sweetheart!" Marco promised and left.
"This stupid maniac, what does he thinks himself!" Devi was furious.
" What happened,?? Did finally someone r***d you??" Indulekha commented.
"You wish!" Devi snapped.
"I wish a lot more bad things for you! But you prove my wishes wrong always!" Indulekha commented.
"Oh! What else can you do!" Devi replied sarcastically.
"you!!" Indulekha clenched her teeth.
"Save your life, woman, or else you may die without seeing your daughter's marriage!" Devi left.
"You disgrace, how dare you!" Indulekha shouted and left stomping her feet.
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