Royal Secrets (Shhhh)

Chapter 6. ~ You're Trouble ~

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Dhara no longer worked for Samar, yet the truth remained hidden from Rajgardh and the palace staff. She continued her duties in the Mahal, but the weight of that night still haunted her. No matter how much she tried to forget, the memory clung to her like a relentless shadow.

She had no one to confide in, no one to understand the storm raging within her. So, she learned to survive in silence.

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At Night

After a long, exhausting day, Dhara returned to the servants' quarters. Her body ached, her mind drained. Hunger gnawed at her, but she had no strength to eat. It had become a cruel routine-falling asleep on an empty stomach, swallowed by loneliness.

In the depths of her slumber, a voice called to her.

"Dhara..."

A husky whisper, deep and unsettling.

"Dhara."

The same voice, creeping into her dreams like a ghost from the past.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she froze.

Samar was above her, his face mere inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin. His eyes burned into her, dark and unreadable. He was about to kiss her.

A wave of terror crashed over her.

"No!"she screamed, pushing him away with all her might.

But when her eyes fully opened, there was nothing. Just darkness.

She sat up, trembling, her forehead damp with cold sweat. Her heart pounded in her chest, fear wrapping around her like a suffocating grip.

Tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Hukum... please don't do this to me..." she whispered into the void.

Every night, the same nightmare. Every night, the same torment.

She touched her lips, trying to erase the phantom of that moment, rubbing furiously as if she could scrub away the past. But the more she tried, the stronger the memory grew.

Samar's one act had scarred her soul, leaving wounds deeper than words could heal.

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At Rajgardh

Samar drowned himself in alcohol, shot after shot, trying to wash away the thoughts that refused to leave him.

He had removed Dhara from his service, yet she lingered in his mind, etched into his heart like an unshakable curse.

"Dhara... you tiny girl, you think you can play with my mind?" he muttered bitterly, his grip tightening around the glass.

She was a mere servant, nothing more. Then why couldn't he stop thinking about her? Why did her absence feel heavier than her presence?

He had started spending less time in the palace, as if distance would free him from her memory. But no matter where he went, he felt her everywhere.

Dadamaharaj had noticed the change in him. He questioned the staff, his secretary, but no one had an answer. Even Samar himself didn't understand what was happening to him.

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At Night

It was past eight in the evening when Samar left his office after a political meeting. Heavy rain lashed against the windshield as the car sped down the dark road.