“What kind of a man do you want?" Pratap asked, eagerly. "Someone to sweep me off my feet." Ajabde chuckled awkwardly avoiding his glance. "Oh, a sweeper?" He teased with a lingering smile. "What are you doing?" Ajabde asked as he grabbed her waist to help her off the horse. "Trying to sweep you off your feet." He made her blush.” LoveRoyal RomanceCheesy LinesMushy Book:A Royal Accident Source: A Royal Accident