Hello peeps Aadyasha here,
Before starting I want you all to know that The Ruthless King’s Love Lady got “The Mythological Awards”. Yippe

So here is next installment of “The Ruthless King’s Love Lady” hope you guys enjoy it…
Ranighat Palace,
“Religion is a personal affair that has nothing to do with public matters including politics. Religion is a force that teaches man the norm of humanities, tolerance and spirit. I don’t think our Maharaja (Majesty) does any partiality in the name of religion.”, Lakshya cold voice echoed in the Diwane Aalam (The main Court for the civilians).
“Maharaja, we aren’t pointing on the err here rather we want to say the Bureaucrats who have being appointed are misapprehending or may be misjudging you” , the leader of the civilians standing in the centre of the Diwane Aalam under the showbuzz of lights.
“Maharaja as we know ‘A bad workman quarrels with his tools’ and here this is happening, we have witnessed him going very days and returning all plumed tussocks we doubt janab (king) that is is leaking the News of Kandelwal to any intruder” the senior solider said hesitating..
“Virat, Ayaz and Arjun keep an eye on him, every details every movement should be in our room till evening and Lakshya make the arrangements for our meet with Maharaja Sanskar we need to discuss some important aspects with him” Rehan stood from his thorn not before glancing at Lakshya and Virat for the last time. He need to have a talk with Sanskar before its late.
Nothing is permanent in life. Just as dawn follows night, so follows despair and sufferings. Cloudy sky must give place to sunny day. Misfortunes of life are bound to vanish giving place to happier days again. The message of hope is held out by the poet in this line.
“If winter comes, can spring be far?”
This line haunted him nights the lines by his father Maharaja Bharmal Singh in his dead bed. He still remember the how he had to travel all his way to Aruna Degeba (present Arunanchal Pradesh) to the bridge Bhupen Hazakaria for Dhola to north of Sadia.
(Sadia di sdyuti guess what searching for your name what did I get I hope you got to know about your name more)
And intoxicated flower “Zuan Hui Lan” or “Chintaranamu” (In English its name is Foxtail Orchid) which he had to from the Vanda Alliance, he knew it cost him but “Mysteries of life ate Inscrutable”.
Success is a long tale of travials and tribulations, sweet and perseverance. It cannot be achieved overnight. There is no royal road success be it a royal blood even. Miracles are the theme of fairy tales. Boons granted by angels are mere myths. He knew the miseries of life, why would not he. He had seen the danger of life, the reality, and he perfectly knew by a glance of his eye each and everyone’s lineament.
All the world is a stage. And he was a merry puppet of the god’s hand. He had vowed for his sister’s protection,her life and he wouldn’t risk it.
Left Wing of Kandelwal:
The Left wing of the palace was indeed a cloak-and-dagger or the hole-and-corner of Ranighat.
Clandestine was the only word which described the wing perfectly.
Swara was always proscribed and verboten to the left wing. It was for Kandelwal’s maintainable price and for the security of palace. Her life started from the Right wing to her Secret Rose garden for her brothers. Though her Bhaijaan and Lakshya Bhai knew about her hidden place yet never thought of telling her.
He walked through the large, double wooden thick doors, that have a deep red color. Taking his very first step into the eerie left wing echoes, looking down at the cold, hard marble floors, each tile chosen with a specific taste in mind. The left wing had the beautiful paintings all around the room.
There was a set of double staircases, one on the left, one on the right. The railing of the staircase is exquisitely engraved with flowers and vines, never a one to be the same. There were six large stone pillars evenly spaced, to keep the left wing standing. Each one were elegantly carved to accent the renaissance feel of the left wing. To the left, there was a grand wooden door that leads to a very large library. To the right there is a door that leads to a green house, with too many plants to even think about counting. Each one from a different place in the world, you could tell. There was a moderate sized fountain that showers water gracefully back to where it started and there was it the end of the mystery pond bounded by the cups of rose shrubs.
The idea of interconnection from the left wing to the secret rose garden was evident.
Yet the path unexplored and uninvestigated.
This mysterious, mystic, and enigmatical path resoluted to the absolute approach to the Mysteries of Ranighat.
Looking down to find his path back he noticed her.A girl in long veil. He knew who it was.
“Hey you,” Sanskar grinned. “You look -”
“Sorry please don’t say I entered here,” she interrupted. “I worked really hard to make Bhaijaan believe on me and if he gets to know i visited the part of the palace he and Virat Bhai going to kill me.” Swara felt like she might cry. She leaned against her locker covering her face with her hands.
“Hey,” Sanskar said in a soothing voice. He gently moved her hand so he could see her eyes. Electricity shot through Swara’s body.
“I wouldn’t say anyone a Rajput Vows you” he whispered with his eyes locked on Swara’s, he took a step closer. She wasn’t sure her heart had ever pounded so fast in her life. She noticed a small scar on the bridge of Sanskar’s forehead. For a fleeting moment she wondered how he got it. She wanted to know everything about the man standing in front of her. And more than anything, she wanted to feel his lips on hers.
Must as the longing became unbearable, Sanskar’s lips met Swara’s.
The warmth of his mouth sent a current running through her body. Swara threw her arms around Sanskar’s neck as she lost herself in his peppermint breath and soft lips and just like that the kiss was over. Swara suddenly became aware of her surroundings. What had she done? A transgress, a trespass,a goof. How could she?
She wasn’t yet married to him.
“Uh…I have to go,” she said stepping back to create space between her and Sanskar. “I don’t want to be caught.”
“Of course not,” Sanskar smirked.
Turning on her lehnga(a heavy skirt with thick work), she practically sprinted to her wing of the palace via the secret path. She could not believe Sanskar kissed her! Wait until I tell Charumitra she thought.
What does her nape of a neck smell like?
What does her hair smell like?
Is her hair soft?
Is her skin soft?
Are her lips fleshy, soft? Didn’t he taste her right now, his mind was still having Summersault. Lips thin and delicate. The kiss was so wet and messy?
What does her neck taste like? Could he bite her neck?Did she welcome it or unwelcome it?
“Don’t turn, this is about you.”
Her heart begin to pound. Standing there, feeling a desire run from her heart, to her chest, and down toward her spine.
His finger touched her neck, and the hair as it was moved away nearly gave her the chills. His hands went from the sides of her head and down to her neck, out to her shoulders and down to her hands.
Grabbing her hands gently yet firmly, put them in front of her and paused. She felt safe, he spoke no words. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath out.
His kisses on her shoulder made her shiver, and run of his lips on her skin towards her ears made her heart pound, but he couldn’t quite make it that far. Tilting her head and after his deep breath out he teeth bited her gently. It didn’t hurt, it only made her want more.
She didn’t knew what was happening it always happened when he was around her.
He stared into her eyes and smiled. His two hands grab her left hand and he places her open palm on his heart, and he holded it there. His eyes exude love, protection, security, safety, patience, and respect.
She smiled and he let it go of her hands, with one hand he ran his fingers through her hair and gently guides her face closer to his, eventually leaning her in to rest her head on his chest. His other arm wraps around me, she hoped he never lets go.
While in that moment against his chest, she could only think about what she could do to make his heart pound.
Next thing she knew, “You should leave or your Bhaijaan and Virat Bhai will see you.”
He had to leave and if he didn’t then he would surely regret big time.
The main purpose for coming here still remained undone..
I know it was a small chapter.
On special request of Aadhya and Shubhangi {my Darlo} so here it is.
I know many of you PM me for this but I couldn’t reply you for the tight schedule..
But guess what I managed to PM each and everyone..???
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Love you Dumplings,
Aadyasha