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She looked at the Rajgardh from her window, eyes filled with quiet hope, the soft moonlight casting a pale glow across her tear-streaked face.
Her lips quivered as she whispered into the stillness of the night, her voice trembling with the weight of emotions too long buried.
"I know you will never love me the way I love you... and I'm not even expecting that," she said, a faint smile appearing on her lips-one filled with pain, not peace. "But please... don't push me away."
Her hands clutched the blue dupatta tightly against her chest, fingers curling into the fabric as if it were his presence she was trying to hold onto.
"I can live without your love, Hukum," she continued, her voice barely more than a breath, "but not without you. Please... don't leave me alone."
She blinked away the tears forming in her eyes, but one still slipped down her cheek, catching the moonlight like a fallen star.
"All my life... I felt like I was walking through this huge world completely alone," she said, her gaze drifting upward toward the palace rooftops.
"No one to call mine, no one who cared, no one who even noticed if I smiled or cried. I had accepted it. I had made peace with that emptiness."
Her body slumped slightly, but her eyes held a quiet fire-aching but alive.
"And then... you entered my life," her voice softened, almost like a prayer, "without warning, without effort. You came like a storm, like a wound, like a cure... and suddenly, my colorless, lifeless world started breathing again."
She paused, her thumb gently stroking the folds of the dupatta, as if it still carried the warmth of his touch.
"I don't know what you are to me," she whispered, her voice cracking, "but I know one thing-I don't want to lose you. Not now. Not ever."
And then, in silence, she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the windowpane, letting the night air carry her unsaid words to the man her heart could never forget.
"Please don't become a memory too, Hukum. Not you."
She clutched the soft blue dupatta to her chest, her fingers gently tracing its fabric as Samar's memory surrounded her again like an invisible embrace.
Her eyes welled up as she stared into the dark sky, the soft night breeze brushing against her face like a quiet reminder of his absence.
"You once again introduced me to that old Dhara..." she whispered to herself, voice soaked in emotion, "...the one who had disappeared years ago."
Her fingers tightened around the dupatta, knuckles turning pale as her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.
"I had accepted that miserable life as my destiny. I had stopped dreaming, stopped feeling. I was just... surviving. Like a living corpse... waiting for death to come quietly one day."
A lone tear slipped down her cheek, but she didn't bother to wipe it away.
"But that night... that one night... when you applied ointment on my wounds, you didn't just heal my skin, Hukum-you brought back life into a girl who had forgotten how to breathe."
Her voice cracked, lips trembling as she tried to hold herself together.
"The person who can soothe such deep, old pain... who can ease the wounds I had buried inside me for so long... that person cannot be the one who caused me more pain. I can't believe that."
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Royal Secrets (Shhhh)
Romance"Royal Secrets (Shhhhh)" unveils the shadowy tale of a royal family, where the ancient palace of Rajgardh guards centuries-old mysteries within its walls. Secrets so dark they could have shattered generations, buried alongside long-gone kings, whisp...
