Pregnant For The Royal Prince

ZOYA bowed again and then walked out of the room.

Raghav dropped the wine glass on his dressing table and walked to the bed. Even in the heavy well ventilated and air conditioned room, he was sweating and perfusing.

Worse of it all, he was feeling dizzy as well. His eyes were damn heavy. He wasn’t okay before, he knew it. But the news which Zoya had brought worsened it.

How could he not have found or gotten anything, any single thing about the lady? He must be damn crazy.

He managed to drag his feet to his bed and sank into it.

He heard knocks on the door, he ignored it. He couldn’t reply.

The door opened and Alina rushed in.

“My Prince,” she ran up to him and was shocked at seeing him in such a state.

“You sent for me my Prince,” she added.

“Ye… yes Ali… Alina, I … did,” he stuttered, his eyes flickering close and open.

“My Prince, what is wrong?” She asked, and put up her right hand, about to bring it down on his head to feel his temple, but she stopped.

“I think I’m…,” he said in a whisper.

“Take care of me Alina.”

She exhaled deeply and then brought the hand down on his head, feeling his temple.

Jeez, he was damn hot, so hot that she felt his body could possibly boil water.

“Stay here my Prince, don’t move,” she said and dashed into the bathroom.

Minutes later, she was out.

“My Prince, you have to go in and take a fresh bath with cold water, your temperature is high,” she persuaded.

“Mm,” he said, flickering his eyes.

“My Prince please, try and get me. Go into the bathroom and have a bath.”

Raghav then tried to get up, and she helped him, held onto him till they got to the bathroom and she came out, closing the door behind her.

Immediately she heard the sound of rushing water, she nodded and left the room for the sick bay downstairs.

Minutes later, she was back with some drugs, and a tray of food.

She was still arranging the food in his small dining room when the bathroom door opened and he came out.

She turned and jeez, his hot muscular body radiated, with drips of water dripping. She swallowed hard and looked away, she was mesmerized.

“Um Maharana, I will be back, let me get something,” she said and walked towards the door.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Mm,” she could hear him reply shortly.

She closed the door behind her and leaned on it. Holy Moly! What was that? Pure temptation, yes, that was pure temptation in there.

Two maids walked passed and they turned to her, she glared at them.

“Yes? What is it?” She scoffed.

“What the hell is she always doing in the Prince’s room, every second, everyday?” She overheard one of the maids ask the other.

“Like seriously I don’t know, he just likes her more,” the other replied.

“More like a favorite maid huh.”

“Or a personal maid, and that has gotten into her head.”

Alina hissed at them and then turned on the door knob to go in, he must have finished dressing up.

She went in and truly, he had dressed up, already sitting in the dining room and probably waiting for her.

Huh? Was he waiting for her to feed him? She walked up to him.

“My Prince, I got you some drugs from the sick bay, you have to eat so you can take them”.

He nodded.

“How are you feeling now, at least after the bath?” She asked, smiling.

“A little bit better”, he whispered.

She nodded and then uncovered the food. It was Masala dosa, an Indian cuisine, his best.

He picked up his cutleries and began devouring the food. Alina smiled watching him eat, she refilled his glass of water at intervals.

“Should I get you some wine?” She asked.

He shook his head.

“I’m okay with this,” his voice was low.

“Alright. I hope you are enjoying your meal?” She asked.

He nodded.

“It’s exquisite. Who prepared it?.”

“I did,” she replied, grinning from ear to ear.

“Mm, bahut svadista, it’s delicious.”

“Awwn, dhanyavaad… thank you Maharana”, she said bowing.

Soon he was done eating and she packed the dishes to the side, then brought out the drugs and administered them to him as the nurse at the sick bay had instructed.

“I think you should get a sleep now Maharana”, she said, packing up the dishes into the tray.

He scoffed while walking to his bed, and picked up his laptop on it, then walked back to the dining room.

“My Prince please, so you don’t get high again, just rest”, she pleaded.

“When I’m done, I will rest. Thanks Alina, I’m feeling better already”, he opened the laptop and began surfing.

“You are welcome Your Grace”, she bowed and left the room.

He intended to skype Terry, he put the call through and he picked up at once.

“My Prince”, he came up on the video, beaming.

“Good day Maharana”, he hailed.

Raghav nodded and studied his environment, he found out he was in a cafeteria.

“I’m in the cafeteria man”, he said laughing, he had noticed the prince looking intently.

“I see”, he nodded, sniffing his left hand.

“How have you been?” Terry asked.

“Not really good, my favorite maid just left here now”, he glanced over his shoulder.

“Oh Alina. What is wrong with you man?” His face changed.

“Men, since the encounter at the site, I have been feeling somehow, restless and having bouts of illness”, he used his right hand to rub his eyes.

“My goodness!” He smiled.

Raghav was taken aback.

“Huh? I’m talking about something serious and here you are smiling, what is up?” He demanded.

“You are in love my Prince… you are in love”, he clapped his hands, laughing.

Raghav’s eyes twitched, what! He looked at him.

“Are you serious?” He asked.

“Damn serious, you… are… in… love”, he continued laughing.

Raghav looked away, then turned back to him.

“I will talk to you later Terry”, he cut the call and shut down the laptop.

He walked to his wardrobe and changed into a blue hoodie sweater and black trousers.

Picking up one of the car keys from the rack, he dashed out of the room.

He bumped into Alina in the hallway.

“My Prince”, she called smiling, “I was actually coming to your room to see how better you have got”.

“I’m fine Alina, I told you that”, he replied walking away.

Alina stood in utmost confusion as she watched his retreating figure. Where was he heading to? And dressed like that?

She tilted her head, still confused. Then she turned and walked back.

Raghav half ran half walked to the garage, towards the white Nissan. Zoya quickly caught up with him.

“My Prince, where exactly are you heading to?” He asked.

Raghav ignored him, opened the car and entered.

“Don’t worry about me Zoya, I will be fine”, he replied, strapping on the seatbelt.

He turned on the ignition and drove towards the gate, then zoomed off. Raghav got to the Tourist Site in due time, he drove towards the sit-out where he had met with the wonder lady who had been giving him restless moments.

He parked properly and alighted, then looked around. The people who had come weren’t as much as before, they were scanty.

It wasn’t the weekend, he guessed that was the reason.

He began walking about slowly, his eyes looking around for her. He just wanted to at least know her name, see her again, hear her voice again.

Jeez, he hit his forehead with his right hand. Was this how love feels? Terry had just said so.

He walked back to his car and leaned on it, he was gonna wait.

Minutes later, he sighted one of the ladies who had come with her that Saturday. Wow, this was at least a progress.

He left the side of his car and began walking towards her, thank goodness, it wasn’t the rude one.

“Hey”, he called on reaching her.

She halted and looked him over from head to toe. She scoffed, recognizing him instantly as the guy from the other day.

Why was he always in hoodies, she thought.

“Hi”, she said.

“Yeah, you are alone today?” He smiled, looking around.

She sighed.

“Well yes, anything?”

“Yep please, sorry to disturb you. Um… can you please tell me about your friend? I mean the kind one, I just want to know her name”, he said.

She looked at him again, this time for a long time that he even became perturbed and uneasy.

“Well I don’t know her”, she said and began walking away.

“Oh, I’m not done with you. I mean her name, just her full name”, he insisted, pleading.

“Can you please stop harassing me? I don’t know her”, she shouted.

Raghav looked round and was about to go on his knees.

“My knees are on the ground and I know you do know her, please tell me”, he continued pleading.

“Stop embarrassing me, I don’t”, she shouted and before he could stop her, she had already run off.

Gosh! He stood straight and watched her leave. He sighed, disappointed, he walked back to the car.