Hours fade away in the bright light emitted by the red sphere of fire and his arrival resonates till the core of every particle of the palace. The palace gets decked up like a bride for his excellency's arrival. A grand welcoming party has been thrown inviting several great idols of Bombay state along with the relatives and humble figures of the royal assembly.
"Everything done!" The queen approaches Prince Abhishek instructing the servants on how the escort will be performed.
"Flowers will be thrown right on Yuvraj's head. He doesn't fancy it trailing his face. Remember."
"And the flowers will be..." he pauses, recalling his brother's favourite flowers.
"Roses!"
"Roses or lilies!" Abhishek instructs the workers but frowns and turns around at the suggestion coming from someone he wants to know. Realisation strikes him, he glances at his mother staring down at him, proud gleaming in her orbs.
"Rest a little Abhi! You've been preparing for this event for two days now." She strokes his hair affectionately, flashing a warm smile.
"How can I Maa? You very well know why am I being this particular."
His words falter her honey-warm smile, grim spreads in the air around. A minute of silence spreads and they hear a grave sound earning people's attention. Workers pace up. Vaishnavi who approached them a minute ago cannot apprehend the gesture.
"What happened?"
Abhishek analyses the palace movements, crease of his eyebrows shoot up at the realisation. "He arrived." Everyone rushes to the main entrance of the castle, upon learning this news.
They stand to welcome him with a huge smile adorning their faces. However, the smile doesn't reach their eyes. A tint of emotion floating in the iris goes unnoticed.
The queen's eyes rest on the pathway concealed in marigolds for his majesty's esteemed presence. Lights alongside glitter, providing mandatory vision. She holds a plate to perform rituals for his return.
Guests gather in the garden for the party. Women appear conscious of their appearance to allure the crown prince. Whispers go around he fancies the gorgeous female figures. And that fits his masculine features as well; they say he possesses a body people would even kill to have.
The scene freezes, eyes travel to the trail of black beasts behind an expensive Rolls Royce.
"These many cars!" Jannat exclaims of sheer startle.
And to add to her surprise, come out the sepoys in their dainty dark uniform with heavy arms besieging their master. About thirty guards stand stiff surrounding the Rolls Royce depriving the crowd of its visage.
Its door clicks open and steps out two legs wearing shiny boots. The crowd grows eager, longing to unravel the mysterious and awaited man of the age.
"Why such a large number of soldiers?" Vaishnavi couldn't hold back her curiosity. However, the time couldn't hold back answering her.
An arrow comes flying in their direction but is caught in the midway by the soldier before it could reach their lord. He throws it like a piece of trash. It doesn't seem to be a big deal for him. Well, it is not!
Vaishnavi and Jannat are amazed by their actions. However, they don't appear to be the soldiers of this kingdom. Their bulk body seems to have fought in innumerable wars. One snap of their finger and a gun would question its existence.
"They don't seem to be the soldiers of Aparanta. Are they?"
He and his men get closer with the heavy strides. If they appear so intimidating how would their lord be? Yet, the people are crazy for his mere glimpse. Even the ladies are aware if they allure him it will only last for a night. His infamous reputation is hidden to none, yet people worship this notorious devil.
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The Crown Prince
Fanfiction"Many times in history, the emperor had to come as a warrior to save his kingdom and prove his worth for the throne." ________________ A tale of a spoilt, arrogant and beastly Prince, his cruelty, pride and narcissim is hidden to no one. And a strug...
