Chapter 230: Ladies underwear
Purana Qila, Guest quarters, Few days back at 22 April 1557.
One of the guest rooms in the southern section of the imperial palace was heavily guarded by guards. They were not the royal guards of Delhi but the loyal soldiers of the Gurkha Kingdom, who were allowed to be stationed for extra security of the injured Gurkha princess.
The large window allowed the sunrays to illuminate the room. The atmosphere was serene but tense.
Princess Nayanthara was wearing a saree matching the color of the sky outside. She was laying on an ornate bed as her head rested gently against a mound of silk pillows. A decorative blanket in red color covered the rest of her lower body.
She denied gently with her gaze down, "Please stop, I can’t take it anymore."
She was feeling embarrassed, and her voice was meek. Despite her nagging, one could easily spot the faint smile spread across her lips.
Across from her, Prince Aditya sat on a cushioned chair as he carefully sliced a fresh apple.
"Look at this girl, making excuses like a child," Aditya said softly, lifting a piece to her lips. "You know learned people say, ’an apple a day keeps bitter medicine away’. Now you decide, do you want me to feed you this tasty fruit, or should I call the medic to feed you the bitter medicine?"
Nayanthara wrinkled her nose in annoyance but opened her mouth with a slight blush as Aditya fed her. She felt grateful for the prince, who had stayed by her side since the day she regained consciousness.
Three days ago, he had not spared a single chance to meet her. Now, he was taking care of her as if she were family. Regardless of the reasons, she didn’t want this to end. She wished he could stay forever.