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The sword move piercing the air cutting the throat of the enemy's and his eyes widened in which the reflection of his killer is visible he fell on the ground the sand move up in the air when he touched the ground and the sounds of swords clashing stopped and solider who are fighting around look at their King who fell on the ground then they look up and at the shiny sword which end is covered with red blood and move their gaze up and saw a person wearing black clothes a leather belt around his waist they look up but didn't able to see his face because it was covered with black cloth but his eyes are visible.
Dark Green eyes.
And it was enough to recognise him and all the enemy solider left their sword and get on their knees.
" Shehzade Riyadh salamat rahe..salamat rahe"
"Â Long live Prince Riyadh "A solider saw this and broke into a huge grin he screamed pushing his sword up in the air.
" Shehzade Riyadh salamat rahe..salamat rahe"
" Long live Prince Riyadh " soon every solider join this and a man come towards him.
" Shehzade aap fatheh hue"
" Prince you won" he said and the Prince nodded. His eyes were shinning looking at the view where all the solider were submitting to him sitting on their knees.
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The night turned into day as the sun rise clearing the darkness and spreading the orange hues. The horses move on the sand desert..
The wind was blowing harshly because of the speed and it losses the black cloth around the Prince face and it revealed. His skin shime golden in sunlight, lips slight pink and pearl white teeth peeking from behind them, his nose is straight but the most enchanting feature was his eyes.
His green eyes.
He clenched his teeth and once again pulled the reins making the horse run more faster.
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⬠SULTANATE
The huge iron doors are opened and revealed the Prince standing in front and behind him his army which came after achieving victory in the war. The Prince move his foot gesturing the horse to move forward and he move forward and entering his Palace.
He get down from horse and move inside. The Palace were made of black stone his footsteps made sounds as he move forward and the guards greeted him with bow as he reached the court room and entered his friend Arim following him behind
There is so many people present there standing in two rows and there is huge throne placed slightly higher in middle. A smile come of Shehzaade's face as he move in middle forwarding towards the empty throne. When suddenly a voice came and he halt.
" Humare chote Bhai"
" My younger brother"
Shehzaade Riyadh clenched his jaw looking down his grip on his sword tightened for a second then look up with a grin towards the person who called him.
" Bhaijaan"
" Brother" he walk forward towards his older brother Danish who is standing in the left side row.
" Aap salamat hai!"
" You fine!" It was a statement filled with disappointment more than the question and Riyadh understood it quite well. A victorious smirk come on his lips averting his gaze for a second he look back to his brother.
"Aap bhi"
" You too" Shehzaade Riyadh said in same tone and Shehzaade Danish narrowed his eyes he was going to say something when an announcement happened.
" Sulatan of Sultanate"
All the people present there stood in a straight line. Shehzaade Riyadh also stood beside his older brother keeping his gaze like everyone else and the King arrived walking forward towards the throne Riyadh look up for a second as the King passes by the his eyes held the desire of the, the desire for the power, the status, the aura but he is not the only one who held this desire there are many persons present in the court with same desire.
The old Sultan sat on the throne and addresses the people.
" Hume fark hai ki humara beta Shehzaade Danish jung se fatehyaad ban kar luta hai"
" I'm so proud of my Son Prince Danish who came back after achieving victory in the war"
Shehzaade Riyadh eyes widened slightly and lips get parted in shock. He is the one who achieved victory and came back with a province not his half brother who went on a war against few rebels.
Shehzaada Danish walked towards the throne and stood in front of the Sultan and bowed in respect the Sultan gestured and a man came forward and with a plate in which a scroll is placed and the Sultan gave it to the Shehzade Danish.
Shehzaade Riyadh were looking at this with keen gaze he pulled his lower lip between his teeth waiting for the Sultan to announce what he gifted the Danish but he didn't and his suspicious grows.
The court meeting ended and Shehzaade Riyadh moved out walking through the corridor when he heard the sounds of footsteps and he halt there. The sun rays were coming from the holes in the design on the falling on his feet. He feels someone's presence behind him.
" Yeh sahi nahi hua Shehzaade"
" This is not right Prince" Arim said he was going to say further but cut off by a loud yell behind them.
" Riyadh"
He turned back and found both his older and younger brother looking at him with smirk they both come forward and all of them stood in front of eachother.
" Kahi apko bura toh nahi laga?"
" You didn't feel bad right?" Danish asked in a taunted tone Riyadh were staring in his eyes.
" Kyuki agar laga bhi hai toh iski aadat daal lo "
" Because even if it hurts get used to it " he move forward and whisper next to his ear " because the maid's kid will never get the throne" he pulled away with a smirk on his lips. Riyadh lips were pressed together but his eyes are filled with fury.
" Kyuki kaneez ki aulad kabhi takt par nahi beth sakti"
" Par hume bura lagega agar aaj ka jasn jo humare liye rakha gaya hai hum usme apko na bulaye....isliye aayegaa jarur"
" But I will feel bad if you don't come to today's banquet which were held for me... that's why come " Danish patted his strong shoulder and turn back Shehzaade Aalam chuckled and followed his older brother.
" Shehzaade choriye inhe hum kahi tafri par chalte hai"
" Leave all this come let's go somewhere" Arim said trying to cheer up Shehzaade Riyadh but he shook his head.
" Hone wale Sultan ne bulaya hai kaneez ke bete ko jana toh padega"
" To be Sultan had invited the maid's son has to go" Shehzaade Riyadh said looking at the empty cooridor from where they both went.
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The celebration which were held for the elder Son of Sulatan were so marvellous. The music is playing and the dancers are dancing on the tune different types of exotic dishes were present there and all the types of liquor were available there for the guests.
A dancer girl move towards the corner of the room moving aside the pearl chains she moved towards the couch where Shehzaade Riyadh was sitting and in front his friend Arim were sitting. She goes towards the Shehzaade and start showing her dance trying to get close to him. She said beside him rubbing her body on his hard body. He gulp down the drink in one go and placed the silver glass on the table in front of him.
" Hum hone wale Sultan nahi koi or hai"
" I'm not the one who will the future Sultan" he muttered staring straight.
" Par aap jaisa toh koi nahi "
" But there is no one like you" she whispered in a lust filled voice almost out of breath.
Shehzaade Riyadh lean backwards on the couch keeping his one arm above the couch and she move forward rubbing her bosom against his hard chiselled chest. He smirked and move his other hand up and take one of her hair lock between his fingers.
" Humara ek kaam karogi?"
" Will you something for me?" He asked keeping his gaze on her hair lock from which he were playing.
" Aap ke liye jaan hazir huzur"
" Anything for you my King" she forced out from her lips because till now she is completely in the intoxication of Shehzaade Riyadh.
He smirk and tuck the lock behind her ear and move forward she shudder when his hot breath fall on her ear and he whisper something in her ear and move away and move his brow up in question. She smiled and nodded in response.
Riyadh get up and walked ahead moving the pearl chains aside he keep his hand on the pillar and his eyes fixed on thr girl who just went from here and now were filling the empty glass of Shehzaade Danish two three girls were dancing around him but the one whom he send knew her work perfectly because now Danish eyes isn't ready to tear from her.
" Will it work Shehzaade?" Arim asked from behind. Riyadh just stares at them.
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⬠SHEHZAADE RIYADH'S CHAMBER
He is standing in the balcony his hand clasped on his back the moon light were falling on him and inside his room Arim is standing. His room is just like the rest of palace dark and black in theme.
The knock come on door and Arim look towards the direction it got opened and she enters.
" Huzur" she greeted him his back were facing her. He look down at the side then slowly turns towards her and her face light up seeing him. She move forward and held the scroll up from him which he asked to steal from the chamber of Danish.
Riyadh smirked and walk forward taking the scroll from her hand and opening it his eyes light up when he sees what is inside the scroll.
" Huzur"
He look up at the girl and nodded but his eyes weren't on her it was fixed back she frowned her brows not understanding behind her out of shadows Arim step forward and slowly placed a dagger over her neck and slit it.
Shehzaade Riyadh move forward and swat down in front of her laying figure.
" Maaf karna, subut pasand nahi hume"
" Forgive me, I don't like proofs"
Saying this he get up and walked back to balcony he opened the scroll and put it above the flambeau. The paper caught the fire and the winds blows Riyadh hair come on forehead because of the air and the paper burn and piece by piece blow away with air.
" Hum aa rahe hai"
" I'm coming"
He left the almost burnt paper and placing the hands on the stone railing he jumped off.
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The winds move from the Sulatanate of the Sultan to the sand desert and move with more intensity after passing many palaces it finally reach the place which were described the map. The sun rises and it's light fall on the white colour Palace and many people seen around it.
Someone is running through the cooridor holding her lehenga up the sounds of anklets were filling the cooridor she was so fast that she almost run into two three people. Finally she reached the bathing area of Princess.
" Rajkumari "
The Rajkumari hearing her look back and her eye come into view it was decorated with the koel the sharp wing making her eye more defined and dangerous.
She entered inside stepping down the stairs the chamber is filled with many fragrances and sunlight is coming through the white sheer curtains. The pool is filled with blue water and white lotus are in the water. The Rajkumari were sitting in middle with her arms spread and the maids were applying sandalwood paste on her arms.
Chapla her friend sat down outside at the pool gathered the Princess hair and gave them steam.
" Another King's marriage alliance came for you" she informed with dull face steaming her hair.
Rajkumari move her head down and a thick lock of her hair move forward hiding her face from view and her red lips slowly pulled in a smirk.
" Usme konsi baadi baat hai Rajkumari apne teer kaman se unka seena challi kar dengi"
" Do not worry about this. Our Princess will pierce his chest with her bow and arrow" the maid said coming forward placing the fresh rose paste on the boundary of the pool.
" Yeh kaam toh hum apni ankhon se bhi kar sakte hai"
" I can do this with my eyes too" she said looking up at maid.
" Rajkumari hume nahi lagta is baar aap kuch kar payengi"
" Princess I don't think this time you will able to do something" Chapla said leaving her hair and Rajkumari stood up and the maid immediately cover her with white cloth and wrap it around her.
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After covering the months journey in few days the Shehzaade and his friend finally reached the destination. They both were walking with there horses beside them and finally reached the cliff and look down and their exhaustion and disappointment that whether they are moving in the right direction or not turned into happiness.
A smile come on the Shehzaade lips when he sees the entrance of a kingdom.
SURYAPRATAP GARH
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