Pregnant For The Royal Prince

ROSHNI was taken aback as she stood dazed, watching at Vidya with widened eyes, she was more than astonished.

Like the prince is in love? Then who the hell is he in love with?? She looked intently at her.

“Who told you that?”, she asked.

Vidya sighed as she wiped her face with a face napkin.

“It’s his sister, the princess”, she said.

“What!”, she exclaimed. “If really it is his sister, the princess, then she is in support of whoever he is in love with…”, she paused to fold her arms.

“… and you know what that means”, she concluded.

Vidya looked up at her.

“What?”, she asked.

“Yours is done, it’s finished. The princess doesn’t support you, she gonna support the lady he is in love with”, she stressed.

Vidya sighed and looked away, this was actually making sense, what she gonna do? Then she remembered the queen.

“The queen is there for me”, she said.

Roshni gave out a dry laugh.

“Don’t wait for her to fight for you, she has done her part by letting the prince know about you already, by making you his betrothed, the rest is for you to do. Besides, you don’t even know if she has given up on that or something like that”.

Hmm, Roshni was really making out meaning from her opinions, the fight was for her now, except she doesn’t want the prince anymore.

But no, she wants him, she still wants to be his bride. She can’t stand any other lady being in his arms, kissing him, sharing things in common with him and sleeping with him on the same bed, she can’t. She turned to Roshni.

“I’m ready to fight for what is mine”, she said.

Roshni chuckled loudly and clapped her hands.

“Good, now you are talking”, she said.

“Prince Raghav is mine, officially and otherwise, I am his betrothed…”, she paused and stood up.

“… I’m gonna fight this Roshni”.

“That’s the spirit. First thing to do now is to find out the bitch stealing him from you”, Roshni said.

She nodded.

“You are right, who the hell is she?”, and she walked out the room, Roshni followed.

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? Two Weeks Later ?

Rina stood in front of her dressing mirror as she applied her creams and lotions, staring intently at herself in the mirror.

It’s been exactly two weeks since the dinner party, and though she and Raghav were still together, she still felt like she was beginning to lose him, she felt he was slipping out her hands.

She sighed and dropped the lotion bottle on the dressing table, then picked up the face powder. Just then, the door opened and she abruptly turned to it.

Raghav entered, looking all dreamy and sweet as usual, she broadly smiled, dropping the powder back on the table.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Sunshine?”, he called and walked up to her.

“My prince”, she whispered as she turned to him.

“Mmm, you look sweet, like I could eat you up now”, he said.

She laughed.

“Don’t say that Maharana, you can’t eat me”, her eyelids flickered.

He wrapped his arms around her.

“I apologize”, he took her left hand close to his mouth, then kissed the back of her palm.

“Huh?”, she mouthed, taken aback by his apology.

“Apologize for what Maharana?”, she asked.

“For not making out time for you for the past few weeks”, he looked into her eyes.

“Oh”, she said as a big smile played on her lips.

He was absolutely right, he really had been busy and hadn’t gotten time for her, but nevertheless, she wasn’t complaining or was she?

He shook his head.

“I didn’t say that, I know why I apologize princess, I’m sorry”, he said.

Her eyelids flickered as she stared at him in astonishment, the prince was apologizing?

“It’s fine, I’m not even angry”, she laughed.

“You mustn’t, I just have to be a gentleman”, he winked and she chuckled, then wrapped her arms around him as she laid her head on his right shoulder.

“Dhanyavaad”, she said in a low voice.

“I will be out of the kingdom for a few months”, he suddenly said and she sharply raised her head to look at him.

“Out of the kingdom? For a few months?”, she repeated in a question. He nodded.

“Why?”, he asked, her voice already shaking.

He sighed, she is really emotional.

“Come on babe, it isn’t something you should cry about, I’ll be back before you know it”, he touched her cheeks.

“Are you sure? But what exactly is taking you out?”.

“Well, I will be going on a business trip to New York, I need to meet with the doctors working in my hospitals, not only that, there are various other small business stuffs I need to catch up with over there”, he explained.

She sighed, laying her head on his shoulder.

“Alright”.

“Don’t you worry much Rina baby, you will always be on my mind, besides, I will leave you in the safe hands of my guards”, he winked.

“Can I ask you a question Maharana?”, she asked.

“Yeah”.

“Why do you love me?”.

He sighed then made her to stand upright.

“I don’t know how you define love Rina, but I love you for being you, you are special”, he said.

“Awwn”, she smiled broadly.

“I’m…I’m really…”, she paused, “I don’t even know what to say Maharana”, she laid her head back on his shoulder.

He giggled.

“Say anything”, he nudged her.

“Like what?”.

“Anything romantic”, he stroke her hair with his left hand.

“Mmm, seriously Maharana, I’m lost for words”, she replied.

“Call me something sweet”, he said.

“Huh?”, she raised her head to look at him, his face was straight and emotionless, she growled, then kept mute.

“I’m waiting”, he pressed on, unwrapping his arms from her.

Jeez, his voice was cold. She instantly stood still, and folded her arms. What name was suitable for him now? And how was she gonna say it?

“Tell me you love me, then call me the sweet name”, his cold voice came again.

She slightly smiled and cleared her throat.

“I love you baby”, she said in a whisper, then made to hug him, he stopped her.

“No… no, that’s my own pet name for you, I need yours”, he said.

Ahh, was this a test or something? She rolled her eyes, pouting, how was she to call the royal prince a pet name huh? She shrugged, he had said he should.

She turned to him, smiling.

“My world… my darling… my honey bunch… my sweetheart…I love you”, she laughed then hugged him.

He chuckled, reciprocating the hug.

“It’s a good thing you stopped, you would have called me the gecko on your wall”.

She bursted into laughter.

“How can I say that?”.

“Whatever”, he said and swooped her into his arms, then carried her bridal style, towards the bed, and dropped her on it.

“Ouch”, she splayed her right hand on her forehead.

“What is the problem?”, he asked staring at her.

She smiled.

“Oh babe, it’s nothing”, she said, sitting properly on the bed.

He laughed.

“You just called me baby, my goodness!”, he exclaimed.

She pouted.

“Come on, don’t laugh at me”.

“Why should I?”, then there was silence, giving them the opportunity to hear the fierce barking of the security dogs downstairs, the guards had just released them.

His dreamy eyes turned to her thin lips, he sighed.

“Rina?”, he called romantically, his voice was low and she could barely hear him.

“Yes?”

“Um…can I?….”, he paused, then splayed his right hand on his forehead.

“What? Go ahead”, she nudged him, looking into his eyes.

He exhaled deeply, like he was preparing for an exam. How could he say this now? But he really needed it… like now.

“Can I kiss you, I mean can we have our first kiss now?”, he let out the bombshell.

“What!”, she gasped, then kept mute, not knowing what to say. The prince was actually asking her for a kiss?

“Can I please?”, he pleaded, his eyes flickering.

Aww, she smiled, his voice looked romantic and sweet, then she nodded, like she agreed and he brought his head down to her lips.

Their lips met, he moved closer her and held her tight to himself as their tongues rolled against each other, it was ecstasy.

She felt his tongue taste like wine, sweet and juicy.

“Urghh”, she let out a moan.

Then he withdrew, though not wanting to, but he had to.

They tried catching their breaths for some seconds.

“Um… Raghav?”, she called

“Yes dear?”.

“Can I get more of it? Please?”, she pouted.

He smiled, he could see the pleas in her eyes, then using his left hand, he pulled her closer, then they brought their heads together as their lips met in a long and passionate kiss.

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Davida sat comfortably on the couch sipping juice from a glass tumbler and looking into a magazine on her laps.

She had returned since two weeks now, everything had been set and schemed out by her brother and her, they had even sent a permission to visit the palace to carry out the last part, they were now only waiting for their permission to be granted.

Just then, her brother walked in, loosening his belt.

“Hey sis”, he called.

She looked up at him.

“Hi, you are back?”.

“Yeah”, he flopped on the couch at the other end of the living room.

“Any progress yet?”, he asked.

She shook her head sideways.

“Gosh! You mean no call?”, he pointed to her phone lying on the center table.

“No call yet, just a little patience Amaya, our request would be granted”, she shrugged.

Then he bursted into laughter, startling her. Like, what was funny? Why the laugh?

“Okay, why are you laughing?”, she dropped the glass tumbler on the table.

“Can you imagine? We need to write a request to the palace before we can visit”.

She sighed.

“That’s it, our cousin has made it so”, she turned to the magazine.

“If mom hadn’t told us before she died, I wouldn’t have known the palace and the throne is rightfully ours, Aunt and her children must have really done a lot”, he nodded.

“But now we know, we gat to own up, and take what’s ours”, she licked her lips.

He sighed, relaxing more into the couch.

“My gee, I’m just waiting for the damn call”.

Just then, the phone rang and they glanced at themselves. She picked up the phone and looked into it, then turned to him and nodded.

His eyes widened, and he pointed towards the room, she answered the call and went in.

He then heaved a sigh of relief.

Minutes later she was back, smiling sheepishly and grinning from ear to ear.

“Spill it”, he ordered.

“The prince won’t be around for the next three months”, she said.

“Oh?”.

“Yeah. So, our chance of getting into the palace is no more slim”, she sat down.

“So what again?”.

“Permission granted”.

“Yes!”, he exclaimed and punched into the air.