บททั้งหมดของ Captured - The Royal Obsession : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

It was her third visit to India.Matsyaa was three when her parents took her to Jaipur for the first time to introduce her to the family. The second time, she was eleven and her grandfather had passed away. This time, she was a twenty years old, gorgeous girl—working towards her degree in Archeology—and flying to see her ailing uncle. Her father’s younger brother, Indian Industrialist Ashish Rathore, was severely ill. He was due for a heart surgery and his chances of survival were slim. Her father had departed earlier to make sure his brother received the best medical treatment and she was leaving today with her mother, but the weather was dull just like her mood and their flight was delayed. Even though she was constantly in touch with her cousins, she just wanted to get there as soon as possible because it might be the last time she would get to see her uncle. The latest news said that he had gone into surgery and they would have to wait for twelve hours to know his exact conditio

“I really don't wanna go, mom!” Matsyaa whined like a kid and made Gauri roll her eyes. The affection of her cousins and eldest uncle after such a long time infected her judgment. She knew in the back of her mind that her mother was right but she refused to accept it. She held her mother's palm and pouted, “Mumma, can't you figure out an arrangement that doesn't make me go back? I'll be so alone there.”Gauri exhaled deeply and eyed Matsyaa with dismay. “We decided it, honey. You'll have to go back. Unfortunately, your dad has to be here for a year or two but someone has to go back to manage things in our absence. And, you have college to finish. Do you wanna give up on your degree just because you're homesick?" Matsyaa nipped on her lower lip, mulling on her mother's words. Gauri observed her for a moment and got up from the bed to give her a quick hug, "We'll be back soon. I'll try to visit you once in a month, okay? And as soon as your exams finish, you can come here for a break. T

Ranvijay's desperate prayers took longer to reach heaven, but when they did, he felt his soul being sucked out of his body. He'd never felt so vulnerable and incapable before. His heart drummed loudly in his ribcage and his blood pumped in his veins as if he couldn't believe his eyes. The girl was drop-dead gorgeous. Busy with her camera, she was still not aware of his looming presence. Ranvijay took the opportunity to study her distinctiveness with each intended step towards her; wavy hair down her back, voluptuous chest squeezed into a black liner and endless legs encased in black slacks. She had thrown over a floral shrug which did nothing to hide the perfect outline of her body. She was standing sideways, humming a tune in a hushed voice but the chiming in her tone was luring his senses. In the periphery of his vision, she was a deer unknown to the prowling. Ranvijay felt uncharacteristically drawn to her. The man who never glanced at a girl twice was dying to look at her full

Matsyaa jolted awake with a scream. It had to be eight in the morning when her idiot brother sneaked in her room and burst the bunches of balloons he'd tied onto the bedpost. With her hair strewn like a bird's nest, she sat ramrod straight on the mattress and stared at him, blankly. A flash made her momentarily blind. For a brief second, she couldn't understand what happened until Arush's hyena-like laughter cleared the fog in her mind. She bawled her fists and threw a pillow at him, screaming. "You stinking piece of horsefly shit! How dare you?" Arush neatly escaped from her target and grinned at his camera, "Why so grumpy? I was just trying to wake you up, Matsyaa Rani. (Queen)" He teased using the nickname she'd gotten from her late grandmother. "Come on, lazy bum. Hobble out.""Says who? You?" She glared, rolling out of the bed. She grabbed the cushion and flung it on him. It hit him right on his nose and he winced. She gave him a winning smirk and he grunted, "I woke up two hou

Mastyaa flicked the excess shadow from the brush and smudged along her eyelids to the arch of her eyebrows. Smiling at her pretty reflection, she pulled out a satisfied breath. Her jubilant eyes were fixed on the artwork in her neckline of her blouse. She ran a hand over them, feeling all the beautiful pearls and stones under her soft palm. A smile fitted her lips. She held the sides of her skirt and twirled side by side to look at the dress. It was gorgeous. She hadn't worn Indian attire in a long time, especially not after coming to India. She was giddy like a teenager to wear the skirt and the blouse. The heavy layers in the skirt made it circle beautifully when she did a round, and the back of the blouse was amazingly designed with a thread looped in a criss cross manner all over her back. She quickly fixed the long hoops her mother had given to her to match with the dress. "Matsyaa? Are you ready, darling?" Her aunt smiled, stepping in the room and she nodded, looking through t