Sumanika ~ The Prince's Widowed Bride

He saved me from the burning pyre of my late husband and in exchange I gave him a lifetime of devotion.

My marriage with my late husband could not called a marriage for several reasons. Despite managing my single life alone as the head maid of the Suryagarh's Kingdom I had been dragged and tied to a large pile of woods on which my husband's corpse was lying. When I left all the hopes of living a life and submitted myself to the large and heavy flames of fire, he came to protect me.

Out of nowhere, without any support and clue.

But, in order to save my life he had to make me his bride. He filled the partition of my hair with the warm thick blood of his, knowing he was getting married to a beautiful Princess in next six months.

I promised to forget this incidence and move on in my life. But, he was the youngest Prince of Suryagarh and living in the same Kingdom, we could not escape each other, especially the game of power, care and domination our eyes were playing. And, most importantly the pull that was taking birth between us.

Our marriage, the little, forbidden, incomplete marriage was a secret for everyone.

But, could it be a secret to my heart? Could it be a secret, forgettable thing to us? Could it be kept as a secret for the lifetime? Could I see him getting married to someone else knowing he took a oath of protecting me? Could we be able to see each other moving on forgetting what happened? Could we be able to subside the encounters future was awaiting for us?

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