Pregnant For The Royal Prince

THE trio has just finished telling everything to Raghav, everything, without leaving out a word.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

How the baby, his son was brought to the palace by an anonymous person, dropping a letter in the basket indicating the baby was wanted killed by his mother, the Queen.

How they had immediately swung into action, getting things for the baby, a nanny, and making him comfortable.

How the anonymous saviour of the baby had shown up few days ago, saying he was the saviour, and asking for protection, and that he was still in their custody though.

And lastly, how Vidya was caught red-handed, about to steal from the royal family.

God! He didn’t even know what exactly to feel about, he was of mixed emotions. First and most serious of all, his mother, his own mother, wanting to kill her grandson, his son, but why?

Right now, the last story wasn’t necessary at all, the story about Vidya. As far as he was concerned, she wasn’t something to bug or worry about.

He immediately got up from the couch he was sitting.

“Where is my son?” He asked looking into their faces, “I want to see him”, he said.

They nodded in response to his request, he was ready to see the lad now, they could feel it.

They then took him to his room.

As soon as Raghav entered the room and on setting his eyes on the lad, he instantly felt an aura envelope him.

He saw the nanny sitting on the sofa and preparing food for the baby. She greeted them and continued with her work.

He got to the cradle and his eyes fell on this cute adorable little thing sucking at his thumb.

Awwn! For the first time since Raghav came into the palace, he smiled. A big smile played on his lips as he watched his little world, his little creation, sucked his thumb.

Prisha and the rest saw this, and smiled as well.

“Can’t you see it Teddy? It’s so visible, the facial features are there”, Aarti said.

“Yeah, he looks exactly like you. He is a little you”, Prisha concurred, smiling.

Without giving a reply to any of them, he raised up his two hands and held the baby’s hands, and the unexpected happened.

His little eyes opened, and a little smile widened his cheeks, kicking his little legs into the air as the smile played.

Raghav felt the connection, he felt the little smiles melt his heart, he felt something rush into his body from the baby through his hands, and then he carried him out of the cradle and onto his chest. The father-son connection could be felt in the room at that moment.

Prisha smiled watching this, he wish he would search for Rina right away. Raghav abruptly turned to her.

“Sure Prisha, right away”, he said.

She shocked.

“What? You can read minds now?” She asked.

Huh? Aarti turned to her, befuddled. Was there ever a time he lost that gift?

“Yes Aunt, I lost the gift”, he replied her.

“Oh my gee! You have gotten it back!” Prisha clapped her hands.

“My son just gave it back to me”, he replied and kissed him, multiple times, then dropped him back into the cradle, and turned to the astounded trio.

“I have to find Rina, even if it takes only me to, I will find her”, he announced and walked out of the room.

***

Rina sat in front of her drawing board in the living room trying to make a pencil drawing of something.

For weeks now since they left the hidden village where Arya had taken them to, all she had been doing was drawing and painting on papers, trying to explore what she had learnt in the few months she attended the arts and painting school where Raghav had registered her.

At intervals, she stopped to look at her drawing and observe if was good to the eyes, then she would continue if it was, if it wasn’t, she tried to make it to.

Soon she was done, it was a head to chest pencil drawing of someone.

Her mother wasn’t in, she had gone job hunting as always. Every morning since they moved down here, she would always leave the house in order to hunt for menial jobs.

That fateful day she had birthed her baby, and had woken up to be informed by the Queen that it was a still birth, that her baby couldn’t make it.

Hmm, it was never easy. She had cried and cried, if not for her mother, she would have done something bad to herself.

Recall that Queen Arya told them to leave within a day. So with the money she gave them, they found their way out, asking for directions obviously.

Then they had found an apartment in a nearby town, and settled. And since then, they have been trying their best to live out their lives.

It wasn’t easy for her at all, at all. If she says she was that makes her a liar, it wasn’t easy.

Living with the fact that she was once pregnant for the heir apparent to the throne of Shimla kingdom, and he wasn’t aware, and also, she didn’t know if the baby was alive or dead, as the Queen had said.

But she knew the child was alive, she just knew.

It was this drawing and painting which she always find solace in doing, whenever she paints or draw, she feels her world of sadness, shattering.

She looked at her drawn picture again and smiled so deeply, marvelled with it.

She decided to make another drawing, of the flower plant outside the house this time, and so went out to get samples.

As soon as she stepped out, about to leave the verandah, a car drove in through the driveway with full speed, and she startled, stopping herself from further movement and stood to watch.

She was still watching when the front door of the car flew open and Raghav alighted.