MG FF: Bound to the King - COMPLETED [ch. 10-13 posted June 2018] - Page 14

part 2 - these guards are so rude and cheap...how can they talk about a girl in front of the king...it means the king itself should be rude and doesnt respect women..

part 3 - she still admant to obey his orders ...maan was restless to know that a girl has guts to disobey him...he could not stop himself to go to her and was shocked to see her brused back...

Thanks so much sweethearts for your comments, I hope to get the next part up as soon as I can. :)

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Very interesting ! Looking forward to reading the rest

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Many thanks as always for the likes and wonderful replies, guys! You all are the best and I really appreciate it! Chapter Four is below!

Chapter Four

Maan swallowed and stared, transfixed at Geet and her bloody back. What had happened to her? Without thinking, Maan closed the door behind him -- no need for anyone else to see her in this state -- and walked toward her.

Hearing Maan's footfalls, Geet swiveled around and let out a small gasp as she watched him approach. She placed the bowl next to her and buttoned her dress as quickly as she could.

"What are you doing?" Maan demanded.

Remaining silent, Geet diverted her eyes to the soft carpet.

Maan sighed inwardly and rubbed his temple. "I came to get my answers from you about why you are here. And now you have presented a new mystery. Who has wounded your back this way?"

Geet let out a hollow laugh. "May I ask why you have a need to know this information?"

"No, you may not ask that question," Maan snapped. "Just answer *my* question. Immediately."

Geet picked up the bowl of cream she had been holding before. "No," she said simply.

"My God, woman!" Maan cried. He grabbed Geet by the shoulders, causing her to drop the bowl and spill its contents. "Answer me!"

"No," she repeated brazenly.

If there was one thing His Royal Majesty Maan Singh Khurana did not enjoy, it was being at a loss for words. What could he do to make Geet talk? This was yet another confrontation with her where he had received no information. He suddenly felt exhaustion overcome him.

"It is late. I will deal with you tomorrow," said Maan, finally relenting for the night. He spun on his heel and walked toward the door.

Before leaving the room, Maan threw one last glance back at Geet. He saw her kneeling on the floor, attempting to scoop the medicinal cream back into the bowl. An emotion that he rarely felt took hold of him: guilt. Swallowing the feeling whole, he let himself out.

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"It's ridiculous," said Maan to Adi and Pinky the next morning over breakfast, tapping his fingers rapidly against the oak table. "Geet still refuses to explain her presence in my own home!"

Adi bit into a chunk of bread and chewed thoughtfully. "Well, Sire --"

At that moment, Pinky let out a wail. Maan and Adi looked over at her in alarm.

"My dear, what is wrong?" Adi cried, hurrying over to where his wife was seated.

Pinky was clutching her abdomen. "The baby," she breathed. "It . . . it's coming!"

"But isn't it early?" asked Adi nervously.

"Tell that to the baby!" Pinky yelled, now nearly doubled over in pain.

"Call the midwife," ordered Maan, pushing his chair back from the table. He had made arrangements for a personal midwife to come and tend to Pinky in her month of delivery.

"The midwife isn't to arrive until next week, Your Majesty!" said Adi. Now looking as panicked as his wife, he knelt down beside Pinky.

Maan tried to think quickly. Surely, someone in this gigantic abode of his could lend some assistance? "I will find someone," assured Maan. "Adi, just keep Pinky calm as best you can." Maan strode out of the dining hall, anxiety climbing up his own neck. Adi was his most trusted advisor and friend, practically his brother. He had helped Maan through countless situations. It was critical for Maan to assist Adi at such an important juncture.

"Is everything all right?" Geet, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, popped up in front Maan. Finally, the girl had changed out of her filthy attire and into simple -- but at least clean -- new dress. "Did I hear someone screaming?"

"Pinky is in labor," Maan reported. With this new emergency, he almost forgotten how upset he was with Geet. "We have no midwife. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to hunt someone down who can assist."

Geet shrugged. "I can," she said easily.

"What?"

"I have helped in many births," said Geet. "May I assist?"

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"I do hope Pinky is doing well, Sire," said Adi, pacing back and forth outside of his and Pinky's bedchamber. Maan had delegated his morning duties to his senior officials while keeping Adi company. They had been waiting hours now, listening to Pinky shriek and moan as she went through labor. Geet was inside, as well as several maids.

"She will be fine, Adi," said Maan. "Geet is with her . . . and she seems to know exactly what to do." He couldn't believe how useful this insubordinate girl ended up being. Maan could hear Geet instructing the maids with a calm confidence as they darted in and out of the bedchamber fetching hot water, damp washcloths, and the like.

At long last, the wail of an infant sounded in the palace. Geet pulled open the door to the bedchamber and smiled the first smile Maan had seen her wear since she arrived. "Do come inside and greet your new son, Adi Sir."

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"I hear that Your Majesty has had quite a long day," purred a courtesan to Maan later that evening. "What with the arrival of Adi Sir's son?"

Maan nodded and leaned back against his enormous pillows. It had indeed been a long day. He had had to coordinate with his staff to arrange a grand feast in honor of Pinky and Adi's baby -- it wasn't every day that his most trusted advisor and confidant entered fatherhood. In all the hustle and bustle, Maan hadn't even had time to locate Geet, who had disappeared back into her bedchamber almost immediately after the delivery. Even Maan had to admit that, had Geet not been there today, he didn't know what would have happened.

"I am sure that I can ease your exhaustion, Sire." The courtesan smiled, then moved toward Maan seductively. "One moment," he said, holding up his hand. Pulling on one of his many fine robes, he exited his bedchamber, suddenly overcome with the urge to see the girl who had saved the day.

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As usual, Maan didn't knock. He simply threw open the door to Geet's bedchamber to see her sitting at the corner desk, writing in a journal.

Geet looked up at Maan, her face growing wary. She stood up hesitantly.

The two stared at each other. What did Maan know about her, truly? Only that she was a trespasser with a wounded back and was skilled at midwifery, apparently.

"Is tonight the night?" Geet finally asked.

"What?"

"That you . . . force me to be your courtesan? This is the second night you have to come to my room unannounced."

Maan grew incensed in a split second. "I force no woman to be my lover," he barked. For goodness' sake, women threw themselves at him at all hours of the day. "And believe me," he said through gritted teeth. "You are the last woman I want in my bed."

Geet furrowed her brow slightly. "Then why have you come?"

Maan began to untie his robe and watched Geet's eyes grow wide. He could almost hear the thoughts racing through her mind -- *He is going to force himself upon me after all . . . .*

Well, the girl had no reason to worry. Maan pulled out a vial of medicinal cream, the same cream that he had caused Geet to spill from her bowl the night before. He set it down on the desk, and bit back a smirk at her look of surprise. There. Miss Geet wasn't the only one in the palace who could leave someone at a loss for words.

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