《✔️Prince's Museum》Slay it gurl!
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"I hope your journey was great Maam" Said Sursevak.
"Ya" I lied dusting off my jeans. "The flight was on time"
"Please follow me ma'am let me show you your room." He said while I followed him.
I had reached to the palace at evening via the cab in the small town Aashwas which was the part of Ashwagadh district where the Ashwagadh fort aka the residential place of the Prince was situated...
After I reached the palace gates, the guards checked my Identity card (and I produced the photocopy of Aanshi Maam's card. Since it was a black and white print and the face was not clear on the ID card, no one identified me. Besides the guards were too careless to ask for another ID proof )
The servant Sursevak came to receive me once I entered the palace. He thought that being such an experienced Archeologist, I might have had arrived via the flight. I didn't protest. Actually I had arrived by the Train, thanks to the budget constraints. (I belong to a middle class revenue earning family. How can I afford a Business Class or any other class flight? Unless of course it's provided by Aanshi Maam for her archeological excursions) I was careful to hide the ticket in my jeans pocket so that one one would notice it.
I was given the stay in a super luxurious bedroom. I noticed that my room's window directly faced the Palace Garden. It was the place where I was supposed to do the digging. My dream was slowly coming true! I felt like I was on the top of the world. So far so good.
I went to the dining room that was meant for the guests. I was told that the Prince has the habit of having lunch or dinner or breakfast with his family in his own room.
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I imagined how much attached he must be with his close family members. While I was slowly sampling the delicious dinner (eating slowly because I didn't want to seem like a lady not knowing table manners because it was an embarrassing truth. Thank God! The Prince wasn't near me. Else he would have easily doubted that I was not what I claimed to be. Famous and experienced people like Aanshi Maam usually have great table manners)
"His Highness has gone out of town for some important work. He asked me to tell you that he was really sorry for not being able to join you today. He may return soon. Till then it is expected that you have a rest." He said politely.
I nodded and went back to my room. After getting fresh and watching some television, I went to sleep. It was until after around 3 am at night that I had to wake up. My throat felt dry and I wanted to drink the water.
I went to the desk near the window where the water Jug was kept. While pouring myself the glass of water, I noticed from my window that someone was digging the palace garden. I wondered whether it was some sort of thief ! What if he stole any valuable from belonging to the Royal family?
I took my cell phone and rushed to the garden even without thinking about the time and what attire I was wearing. I switched on the torch and climbed down the stairs. I ran and ran until I reached to the garden.
I saw the figure still digging up the garden!
"Hands up!" I shouted without thinking that I didn't have the gun!!!!
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