Pregnant For The Royal Prince

?? NewYork City??

|Raghav Estates|

THE door to Raghav’s apartment opened and two maids came out, rolling large traveling boxes, followed by Raghav and his friend, Terry. A guard followed behind.

They chatted as they walked along the hallway, then took the elevator.

Minutes later, they were outside the large mansion. Raghav looked around, the guards scattered all over the place, patrolling.

The mansion was a large building of about forty floors, it was the largest in the whole of his estates and there, he had his apartment, Terry and Bella as well.

“Hey man, you have really been a great friend to me all along, leaving me now is something”, Terry said as they halted at the middle of the interlocked compound.

Raghav looked at him, and they bursted into laughter.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t act like Bella now”, he slapped his shoulder.

“That reminds me, that girl has been disturbing me for sometime now about you leaving with her, try listen to her and just have pity”.

Raghav shook his head in the negation and looked towards the garage.

The maids were now putting in the boxes into the booth, assisted by a guard.

“Nah”.

Terry nodded.

“I see. You will be calling right?”

He nodded.

“Yeah”.

“It was really great having you as a friend Maharana”.

“I see you have learnt a whole lot from me”, they laughed.

“Why not?”

Raghav glanced at his wristwatch.

“I gotta go Terry, we have really discussed at length, any other thing I need would be communicated to you, if you need anything as well, ring me”, he said and they began walking towards the driveway where the cars had been set by the drivers, ready to leave.

“Yes my Prince”, he bowed slightly.

“The estates and cars?”

“I have given you the go ahead to take care of that”.

“Sure… sure”, they reached the driveway and stopped.

A guard opened the back door to the royal blue Bugatti Veyron, and waited on standby.

“Safe journey man”, Terry said.

“Thanks Terry. We always talk on phone”.

“Sure”, they embraced.

Raghav then entered the car and the guard closed the door, then entered the frontseat, and the royal convoy proceeded.

The green Toyota RAV4 on the lead began driving towards the gigantic gate, followed by another car of same model, then the Bugatti Veyron which carried the Prince, and then two Cadillacs followed behind.

They were five cars in all, and each car carried four guards each, three at the backseat and one at the front, plus the chauffeurs.

Only the Bugatti carried one guard who sat at the front.

As soon as the last Cadillac drove out the compound, they all began blaring their horns, Raghav took a last look outside and he saw Terry waving, he smiled and waved back.

They drove through until they were out of the estates, heading for the airport.

They had driven for like thirty minutes when one of Raghav’s phones buzzed. He turned to his left looking down at the phones lying on the seat.

He picked up the buzzing phone and peeked into it, it was his father, he picked it.

“Long live Maharajah”, he greeted.

“Long live my able Prince, you on your way now?”.

“Yes dad, on my way to the airport”, he ran his left hand through his wavy hair.

“Airport? Thought you are already on the plane?”.

“Dad, is that how you really want to see me? I’m on my way to the airport”, he looked out the car.

He heard his father sighed.

“Something happened back home”, he said.

Raghav sat up.

“What dad?”.

“Your sister, the Princess was abducted”.

“What?” He flinched, “Abducted? How? Where? Wasn’t she with the guards?”, he reeled out.

“Calm down Raghav, she has been found”.

“Shit!” He cussed, “Is this the news I would be going home to meet?”.

“We talk about it when you come”.

“Who’s coming?…”.

“What do you mean?” He interrupted.

“Jeez! I’m not coming again, see you some other time my King”.

“Wait… what… Raghav?” He had already ended the call.

What nonsense! Raghav fumed and tossed the phone on the seat. He bent forward, covering his face with his hands.

“Pete”, he called, his face still covered.

“Yes Your Grace”, the guard answered turning back to look at him.

“The journey is cancelled, ring the other cars, we go back to the estates”, he ordered.

“Straight away my Prince”, he replied.

Seconds later, the convoy took a u-turn, driving back just the way they had come.

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Terry sat in his apartment close to the window overlooking the city when he saw the gates opened and the royal convoy drove in.

“What!” He sat up. “Why was he back?” He rushed to the door, ran through the hallway and then took the elevator.

He got outside and ran towards the garage, a guard instantly opened the car door of the Bugatti and Raghav came out fuming.

“What is the problem man, you returned?” Terry asked.

“Got a bad news from home”, he shortly replied and began walking into the building, Terry followed.

They took the elevator, heading for the seventeenth floor of the mansion.

“What news?”

Raghav sighed.

“My little sister was abducted”.

“What?” His eyes widened in shock.

“Well, she has been found, but I can’t go home hearing such news”, he placed his left hand on his forehead and sighed.

Terry nodded.

“I get. But how was she abducted, wasn’t she with guards?”

“I can’t tell”.

The elevator stopped and they took the hallway leading to Raghav’s apartment.

He opened the door and they entered.

“This is strange”, Terry said and sat on the couch.

Raghav walked to the bar section and took out a bottle of St Remy, selected out two wine tumblers from the rack and walked back to the living room.

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Bella had seen the royal convoy driven in through the gates, few minutes ago they had already left, now back again, what actually happened?

Or… was he back for her?

She immediately came out of her apartment where she had locked up herself since the morning, and took the elevator, heading for Raghav’s.

Getting there, she took a deep breath and exhaled, then raised her hand to knock on the door.

“Come in”, it was Terry.

Her hands went to the door knob, trembling, and she opened.

She went in and met the prince with his best friend drinking wine.

Huh? Was this what he came back for? She walked towards them.

“Long live Maharana”, she bowed, “Hi Terry”, she waved at him.

Terry looked at her and smiled.

“Hi, you looking good as always”, he complimented.

She smiled.

“Thank you”, hoping the compliment had come from Raghav.

“Um my prince, what happened? You came back”.

Raghav ignored her, sipping his wine.

Terry picked up the magazine on the couch and busied himself with it, as he sipped wine as well.

“I’m talking to you Raghav”, she blurted out, already getting infuriated.

He turned to her, was she getting mad or something?

“You alright?” He asked. How dare she call his name like that?

“I hate being ignored when talking, I can’t take this anymore. Raghav, you have changed, what have I done that warrants you ignoring me for goodness sake?” She shouted, stamping her feet on the tiled floor.

Terry flinched, he dropped the magazine and looked at them.

What was wrong with Bella? The guts she has got.

“Get out”, Raghav spat.

Bella felt her bones weakened, was she doing the right thing? She dallied behind.

“Are you still there?” He thundered.

Then she glanced at Terry, and fuming, she walked out of the room.