Page 132 of A King's Oath

Samarth Sinh Solanki was as tactless as they came. Or maybe in this he was.

“Yes. But you can’t blame me! I was hiding here and you both came and started discussing the biggest thorn of your life…”

“You are a thorn of my life now?” He smirked.

“Your oath.”

His smirk fell.

“How is your side? You are still holding it,” she spread her hand over his. “Is it tender?”

“A little. Maan bhai is getting me to an MRI centre by hook or by crook.”

“You should go.”

“It’s not serious, Ava. I have had bigger falls during practise.”

“Still. Just go. We are in a foreign country. If something happens at night we will be in a fix…”

“We?”

She frowned. “Yes.”

“We?”

“What’s wrong? Your blood has dried. Did you hit your head too hard?” She reached up to swivel his head to better lighting but he grabbed her wrist. His stomach, his chest, his throat moved as if he was taking the biggest breath of his life. His eyes seared into hers.

“You were planning on spending your life in Paris. Alone.”

“What’s that got to do with this?”

“You were ok not going back to your princess life, isn’t it?”

Now she knew where this was going. Her heart rate, which she had brought under control after numerous counts, shot back up in a millisecond.

“Can you be ok with never going to Nawanagar as its Kunwari?”

Her eyes widened.

“No. No, no, no,” she laughed. “You don’t mean what I think you mean?”

“I don’t know what I mean myself. But…”

“But what?”

“Don’t you want to hold this age with me?”

“You mean a fling?”

“I mean a long time.”

“A long relationship?”

His eyes stuttered. “A marriage.”

“Without telling our parents?”

“Of course not!”

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