Chaol almost got heart attack!!!

" Holy Mother!!!" Chaol ended up screaming at the top of his lungs, the moment he saw the little tiny lifeless thing lying on her hand. Fucking remote control of hoverboard. The duo stare at him, in confusion. Well, Jacob was clearly displeased by the sudden interruption, while Sara had that curious look on 'what happened to make this prince cry out loud'.

'Borther! How could you do this to me and my poor board.' He screamed in his mind loudly, making all the shifters, all the magical creatures, all the healers cringe and shiver loudly at such a loud shout. His brother, the epitome of expressionlessness, remains the same, despite the shout.

" Any problem?" Jacob asked in a normal way for Sara to hear too, making everyone gasp. When did this guy start speaking? [ Fine! They have a lot to catch on.]

' Brother, the remote in her hand is a ticking time bomb. It is the hoverboard specially designed by Brother Erawan's right hand Siko for me. It carries the teleportation, flying and tracking ability. If she pressed any button from the remote, then no one knows what power of the hoverboard she will ignite.' Chaol explained hastily,a bit angry, a bit nervous, a bit scared and a bit pissed.

' Then, let it be.' All that came from Lord Jacob's mouth. Making everyone and everything to return. This is more like their Crown Prince. Here, Chaol felt like he could pass away at any near moment. Yet, his brother didn't even give a damn. Cool.

"Nope." Chaol finally ended up responding.

" Let's go." Jacob said, then he waited for Sara to get the knack of hoverboard, then started walking again in the same sequence, Jacob, Sara and Chaol, which subconsciously reminded the author about Lord Ram, Devi Sita and Lord Lakshman, when they were on their way to fulfill the exile of fourteen years. [ The event are from Hindu mythological Epic ; Ramayana]

This time, within 10 minutes, they reached the place, where just like in the movies, there was a big Mahogany table. At the center of the room, surrounded by a large number of chairs, there was another door at the opposite side.

Well, it took her a minute to find out the fact that this was a dining table. Soon, many chefs dressed in royal white uniforms were coming and placing the dishes on the table, making her gulp her saliva subconsciously. Damnit!!! She hates these type of feasts the most, where she can't even eat properly, where she has to follow the odes of conduct, where she has to follow the table etiquettes, the plate etiquettes, the spoon, chopstick, fork etiquettes, even the bowl and tissue paper etiquettes.

See, in the life you get to do the thing, you hate or avoid the most. She used to avoid company dinners, in the name of her part-time jobs. And now, here she is. Staring at the table full of dishes, as if staring at her sworn enemy. Damn!! This type of thing only looks cool.

No doubt, the dishes are bound to be heavenly delicious, but only if she gets the chance to savour it, enjoy it delightfully, which the table itself and the people around her definitely won't allow. She would have to act like a lady, when she doesn't even carry a single trait of lady. Damn! That's why she likes William the most. He neither considers her as a lady, nor expects her to act like one.

He knows,her being rogue suits her the best. This society, it's rule, they are just a suffocation for her, nothing else.That's why, she prefer to stay in the skies, like a bird, away from all the rules, all the restrictions, all the limits, all the responsibilities, all the fakeness, all the etiquettes, everything.

And if there's any safe haven on Earth,on land for her, then it's him; The Person named William Havilliard. Who let her act like a psycho, a maniac, crazy, rogue and whatsoever she likes. What's more, he even joins her in her madness, to compete for the ultimate level of madness. As she said, meeting him was the best blessing of her life. And now, she was again thinking about that guy, who most probably would be digging in each and every club, pub and bar of Manhattan to find her favourite wine.

Not to mention, he would be enjoying it himself, too. Tasting wines, watching the crazy crowd dancing like there's no tomorrow, eating the snacks, then if he likes any of the snacks, then the next thing is he is gonna ask the chef of the place to teach him. That's him. Always curious. Always crazy. Always lively. Always exploring and learning something new. Always fun-loving.

And here she is, stuck in the palace, out of the blue, staring at the dining table as if it can devour her whole at any passing moment. Just why? Why does life sucks so much without him? Why it feels like diwali and holi everyday, every night with him around, but as a fucking suffocating prison without him? Just why? Here she was, in Dubai, wanting to prove that she can survive alone, have fun on her own. Yet, only god knows just how many times she has regretted her decision of staying alone, again.

" Ahem! Miss Rajput! Shall we?" Chaol asked, after watching her expression, which shows she was forced into this. But, what can she do? She just nodded, then sat at the chair nearby.Luckily, Jacob and Chaol sat at the other end of the table, making her feel a bit comfortable. As there was a big vase, which definitely was for luxury purposes, but at present which was creating a barrier for her and them.

She stared at the brothers on the other side, then after a long time, when she found no clue of them. She started eating like a normal person, she restrained her rogue side from showing up, who definitely was acting maniacally, given the food at the table was too much for her poor tummy to digest, making her maniac side get depressed. After all, this food was really heavenly. And she knows, she won't be getting to eat it again. But at the same time, she didn't follow any manners, any etiquette or things like that, and ate to her heart's content, making the brothers smile.

As if they need eyes to see her, to notice her movements and then blissful look in her face. The butlers wanted to go and help her, but Jacob stopped them. Anyone could tell, she was being more and more tense around them and in this place. So, they decided to let her have some personal space, in that way maybe she would feel happy. And they were right. She indeed was acting like a squirrel eating her groundnut, while chirping occasionally with a happy smile on her face, making them smile at her cuteness.

The moment she finished the food, she looked at the other side of the vase, to see them still eating and she ducked her head back to her plate. She waited and waited. Soon, there was the sound of footstep, making her body to secret adrenaline hormone, causing heart beat rate to increase, her pressure of blood to rise,, her breathing to get chaotic a bit, enlargement of her pupils, redistribution of blood in the muscles, alertness of her body's metabolism, the blood glucose level to be at its maximum…. and the reason was this unknown place aka palace and these two princelings.

And see, there they were, the reason for her stress.

"Miss, would you like to take a stroll in the garden area? Or should I just let someone show you your room, for rest?" Chaol asked politely. Making her blink. Well, can't she just go back to her hotel, where she is staying? There is a beautiful artificial garden of flowers, which is really amazing, soothing, calming and breath-taking.

But, can she say that out loud. Answer is nope. After all, they are royalty, a little bit of something that made them upset, can cost her life and her family annihilation. That's why people fear these powerful princes.