Mira's POV

"That you will soon marry Rajaji and become our Queen" she stated.

"Wh.....what?" I exclaimed and saw her biting her tongue.

"Haaahaaa, I was just kidding" Mishti chuckled nervously and her hands shook, she turned to run but I stopped her.

"Mishti!!!" I pointed and she turned slowly, her eyes were shut.

"Tell me"

And she blabbered. "Actu....actually Didi, there was vermillion....on...uh your head when you came.....cloth...Rajaji confessed his love.....you spent the night...." she kept muttering and I squinted my eyes.

"Tell me exactly and clearly Mishti . Calm down please" I assured her but it was actually me who needed assurance.

She heaved a heavy sigh. "People are talking Didi that Rajaji has married the Princess of Harikel, the day Rajaji attacked your kingdom, it was also a very auspicious day, such kind of day comes after decades and when people noticed that your forehead had blood stains and Rajaji's hand were wrapped with your cloth, that's considered a holy bond Didi." She lowered her eyes sadly.

"People are seeing it as a sign of destiny Didi, and when the rumors of you spending the night at his chambers spread, everyone believed you are the wife" she finished.

"Call Rajaji please" I said with a broken voice. What nonsense is this? I cannot be married to him. Why are they making such trivial thing to be so serious.

Mishti nodded and practically ran from there.

I waited impatiently for Rajaji to come, only he can clear out this dilemma. I thought people would talk about me being the mistress but now it has become more worst.

Queen? Are they crazy? Do I look like a queen to them?

But then I realized people are seeing me as Princess Sukanya, the royal blood, if they had known about me they would not have accepted  me. I do not know why that made me a bit sad. Even Rajaji himself will never accept me as his wife.

"Who do you think you are demanding my presence?" I heard Rajaji's voice booming through the chambers as he entered , his heavy voice and angered expression again intimidating me.

"Have you heard the rumors?" I asked strongly and took a step towards him.

He scrunched his nose and looked at me for what seemed like hours. "What rumors?" he asked.

"About you marrying me" I asked irritatingly, my voice raising.

"Don' raise your voice at me" he gritted his teeth.

"If you answer me properly I don't have to raise my voice" even I gritted.

"I don't have to answer you properly. I am the king" he huffed arrogantly. I felt like to strangle him at this moment.

"Yes the king who could not even kill his enemy" I taunted

I saw fury in those beautiful eyes and with three large steps he was inches away from me, he held my neck with his hard grip and pulled me dangerously close to his face, I had to raise my feet on my tip toes.

"Kya kaha ?"

"What did you say?" he said slowly and my chest heaved up and down with fear.

He looked down and shamelessly saw my chest moving and he did not even averted his eyes. I should have felt offended by this but somehow I started feeling hot.

"One day I will kill that bastard of a king in front of you, you will witness a slow painful death of his" he whispered, lifting his eyes looking at me. My big eyes got transfixed to his and dropped to his lips.

"Ummm..." I tried to say something but I lost the ability to speak and form coherent sentence.

I saw him lowering his gaze to my lips and I involuntarily bit my lips which made him tighten his grip on my neck.

I should act at least angry, he straightway threatened to kill King Harshadip but I felt so happy hearing him, I wanted that man dead a long time ago. What should I do? Nod with him in acceptance? What is this man doing to me? I am not able to rationalize my thoughts when he is this close to me.

Before I could process anything else, he bought his face dangerously close and his luscious lips touched mine. My body froze with the sudden contact and when he  gently started moving his lips  my eyes momentarily closed but then he bit me hard.

"Ahh" I moaned in pain and pushed him away, I tasted my blood and when I looked at him, he was unabashedly staring at me , he slightly licked his lips and was breathing heavily.

Neither I said anything nor I could lower by gaze.
He left the room without saying a single word and I touched my now blooded lips still feeling him on them.