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i just read the last 2 parts! They were incredible! Cont. soon!

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Chapter Nine

It had been easy for Kripa to dismiss Angad's first kiss. There had been a reporter with a camera nearby and she had known he was kissing her for publicity purposes.

The moment his lips touched hers, she knew this kiss was far different. There was nobody in the greenhouse except the two of them, no reason for him to kiss her other than because he wanted to.

His mouth plied hers with intense heat as he pulled her tightly against his hard-muscled chest. Kripa's head spun dizzily beneath the strong sensual assault and although she knew she should step away, her body refused to listen to the mental command.

She needed the kiss to stop, needed to catch her breath and regain her equilibrium, yet she wanted the kiss to last forever.

He deepened the kiss and at the same time his arms pulled her even closer against him. She was aware of a thundering heartbeat, but couldn't discern if it was his heart or her own.

His hands moved up her back and tangled in her hair and Kripa knew it had to be her heart pounding so loudly as she responded to her own growing need.

Being held in his arms, being kissed by him made her heart's desire seem attainable. And her heart's desire had nothing to do with becoming a princess or a queen, but rather with loving and being loved by a very special man.

Kripa felt Angad's reluctance as he ended the kiss. As he gazed at her, his dark eyes sparked with the flames of desire and Kripa felt the fire in the pit of her stomach.

"I hope it takes a while for you to give me an heir," he whispered. "The longer it takes, the more we'll have to try."

His words effectively doused the fire within Kripa, reminding her exactly what he was offering her in marriage and what he would expect in return.

She opened her mouth to protest his statement, to remind him that she had no intention of marrying him, but he held up a hand to still her.

He smiled and touched her cheek softly. "I cannot have a serious conversation with a woman who has mud smeared on her cheek. Come," he grabbed her hand. "Let's go clean up."

With his hand around hers, and her cheek burning from the tenderness of his touch, Kripa realized she had to be strong. She'd promised him a week of the mock engagement and she would give him a week.

But, she had to be careful because when he gifted her with his warm, charming smile, when he touched her in the most simple fashion, he stirred emotions Kripa knew could only lead to her own heartache.

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Posted: 19 years ago

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awwwww the last 2 parts were amazing 😳 😳 😳

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Chapter Ten

"That blonde over there would make a beautiful princess," Kripa whispered to Angad.

The Seghal ball was in full swing. D.K. and Disha Seghal were personal friends of King Nishant and Queen Serena and no expense had been spared in this celebratory party thrown in their honor.

The ballroom itself was splendidly opulent, with gilded molding and enormous crystal chandeliers. An orchestra played from its position on a large balcony, the soft music providing a pleasant backdrop without hindering conversation. She and Angad were in a small alcove that provided an excellent view of the ballroom.

Angad frowned. "I've never liked blondes."

Kripa grinned at him. "That's not what the Daily Reader says about you."

Angad laughed. "You mustn't believe everything you read in the papers."

"They call you the Playboy Prince." There was a touch of censure in her voice and her dark eyes gazed at him soberly.

"I enjoy being seen with beautiful women." He shrugged, slightly embarrassed by the playboy image he'd cultivated as part of a perverse rebellion against his father. He smiled at her. "And tonight is no exception. You look stunning."

And she did. Clad in a cream-colored gown that complemented her tan coloring and displayed her curves, she outshone every other woman in the room. Her hair was pulled up, exposing a long, graceful neck, and her makeup subtly enhanced her pretty features.

She blushed at his compliment. "Thank you." As the blush faded from her cheeks, her gaze swept the room once again. "If you don't like blondes, there are several attractive brunettes here and I'm sure any one of them would make an appropriate princess for you."

"It is completely inappropriate for my fiance to be matchmaking for me," Angad replied.

"Somebody has to do it." She studied him and wondered if she was being foolish in resisting his appeal. "You have less than three weeks to marry."

"I will marry before my birthday," he assured her. "I have spent my whole life being groomed to be the next King of Edenbourg. That is my destiny."

"Then why haven't you married before now?" She gazed at him curiously. "You said your father gave you a year. Why have you waited until the last possible moment?"

Angad hesitated before replying, unsure what the real answer was. He knew part of the reason had been because he hadn't wanted to believe his father would really force his hand in such a manner. Even more he didn't want to confess that he'd been searching for something?something he couldn't define. Whatever it had been, he hadn't found it.

He smiled. "I waited because I hadn't yet met you."

Kripa shook her head and eyed him in disbelief. "I think instead of the Playboy Prince, the papers should have dubbed you the Prince of Baloney."

He looked at her in surprise. He couldn't remember a woman ever talking to him so irreverently.

"What about dreams, Angad?" she asked. "What are your dreams for yourself?"

"I want to be a fair and merciful king. I dream of peace and prosperity for Edenbourg."

Her rich, caramel-colored eyes gazed at him thoughtfully. "Those are the dreams of a king. What are your dreams, your hopes for yourself as a man?"

Angad frowned thoughtfully. Dreams? His frown deepened. "I don't know," he finally replied. "I don't know that I have any."

Kripa nodded, as if his answer didn't surprise her. "Aside from the fact that we don't love each other, we are fundamentally far too different to make a successful marriage. I could never marry a man who has no dreams, and that's one of the reasons I would never marry you."

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Chapter Eleven

"There are many successful marriages where the husband and wife are fundamentally different and love isn't the driving force," Angad protested.

"Name some," she demanded.

He grinned, finding the sparkle in her eyes and the challenge in her tone intoxicating. "My own parents are a perfect example. Theirs was an arranged marriage for political reasons and they've been together for over 30 years. They have their own interests and their own responsibilities and friends and it has worked for them."

She frowned, an adorable wrinkle appearing across her forehead. "Shall we dance?" he asked as the orchestra began to play.

She nodded her assent and he took her hand and led her toward the dance floor. "There's also Iqbal and Neha Saran ," he said as he embraced her and they began to move to the rhythm of the music.

She fit perfectly in his arms and her sweet fragrance filled his senses. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so physically attracted to a woman. Kripa wasn't the prettiest woman he'd ever been involved with, but something about her drew him as no other woman had ever done.

"You were telling me about the Saran's," she said, pulling him from his inner contemplation.

"Yes, he's the Grand Duke of Thortonburg and he married Neha years ago for duty rather than for love. I'd introduce you to them, but they left rather abruptly from the coronation celebration. There are rumors of trouble in Thortonburg. Anyway, both of those marriage have been tremendously successful."

"But, Angad, I don't want a successful marriage. I want a marriage like my parents had," she said. Her eyes took on a dreamy cast and Angad tightened his arm around her back, wishing it was he that evoked such a look on her face.

"They were happy?" he asked.

"More than happy. They were more than just husband and wife. They were best friends, passionate lovers, and utterly devoted to one another. They were truly soul mates."

"And that's your dream?"

She nodded, her eyes still luminous. "I want my husband to be my lover, my companion, the keeper of my dreams, and my solace when dreams fall through. I want a family of happy children raised with laughter and love, children who grow up seeing the love and respect their parents have for one another." She blushed. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm rambling."

"Don't apologize," he protested. For a few moments they continued to dance without speaking. Angad pulled her closer against him, wondering how it was possible he'd begun the night with no dreams and now wanted her dreams to be his.

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