🔅🔆Sequel of The Crowned Prince. Can't be read alone, kindly read The Crowned Prince first.🔆🔅
As he said, "It's not going to be peaches and cream,it's going to be roses and thorns."
And he was waiting to be torn by the thorns just to get a whiff of the intoxicating smell of that sinful Rose.
She settled herself beside him. He glanced up from his laptop and asked, "What happened?"
"I am nervous.",she muttered.
"Come here.", he kept his laptop aside and pulled her closer.
She hugged him tightly, hiding her face in his chest. He possessively wrapped his arms around her as if hiding her from the world.
"You are my Queen, you know that?",he patted her head.
She nodded her head, but pushing herself more in his chest.
Who will tell this Crown Prince, that it was not nervousness, but her craving for his attention, love and care.
"Enough!!",she showed her hand and said in a loud voice.
"Mr. Rawal, tell your son to stay in his limits.",she looked at the aged man.
"Why the hell are you talking to my father? Talk to me, woman.",that man said arrogantly.
"Mr. Jogesh Rawal, if I would have been you, I would love to mind my own business. Don't you dare to talk to me in that tone,ever. Believe me, you won't love the consequences.", her sweet tone laced with venom.
He started in anger only to be cut in middle by her.
"You love to test my patience, don't you? Listen to me and listen clearly, if you want your little self to stay alive,might I add in a single piece then just shut your bloody mouth. My tolerance is hanging on a thin thread.", she whispered to make it clear to that thick headed man.
She is the woman.
Woman of words and confidence.
Woman who demand respect.
Her aura, screaming authority.
Her eyes, burning with embers.
Her heart, blazing from years.
Her soul, greedy to see someone's end.
Beware! Nobody will be spared in THE QUEEN'S REALM.
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