Arrival of Princes

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Roop ran into the palace gardens, tears streaming down his face as he thought about Var's deception. He couldn't believe that he had been so foolish as to trust a stranger. As he wandered aimlessly through the gardens, lost in his own thoughts, he felt a hand land on his shoulder.

"Please, leave me alone," Roop said, his voice choked with emotion. "I don't want to talk to you right now."

Roop stood in the garden with his back to the man, tears streaming down his face as he poured out his heart. "I thought you were different, your highness. I thought you were true to your Royal words," Roop said, his voice choked with emotion. "But you lied to me, about who you really are. How can I trust anyone now?"

As Roop spoke, he felt a hand land on his shoulder. He assumed it was Var's, and he shrugged it off, not wanting to talk to him at that moment. "Please, just leave me alone," Roop said, his voice breaking. "I can't deal with any more lies or deceit."

Roop continued to talk, pouring his heart out to the man he thought was Var. "I trusted you. But now, even you lied to me. How can I trust myself again?" Roop's voice cracked with emotion as he spoke.

The man listened intently, but Roop didn't turn around to see his face. "It's not just about lying, it's about the pain that comes with it. The pain of betrayal, the pain of losing someone's trust." Roop's voice grew softer as he spoke, and tears streamed down his face.

But the hand on his shoulder didn't leave, and instead, it pulled him gently but firmly towards its owner. Roop turned around to face the man and was surprised to see a stranger with dark hair and piercing eyes.

Prince Roop was taken aback to see a dark figure standing in front of him. As his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit garden, he recognized the man to be King Bhaargav, his father's sworn enemy. The king's eyes were piercing, and his appearance was imposing, with a muscular build and a face marked by years of experience and cruelty.

Roop felt a chill run down his spine as he realized who was standing in front of him. He had heard stories about the King's cruelty and power, and he couldn't believe he was standing right in front of him. Roop's mouth went dry, and he couldn't find the words to speak. He was rooted to the spot, unable to move or think.

Bhaargav noticed the fear in Roop's eyes and stepped closer, his voice filled with amusement. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he sneered. "The soft Prince Roop, unable to recognize his own groom. How disappointing."

Roop took a step back as Bhaargav moved closer, his fear intensifying. He tried to form words, but they refused to come out. He felt like he was drowning, suffocating under the weight of his fear.

Bhaargav continued to taunt Roop, his voice low and dangerous. "What's the matter, Prince? Cat got your tongue? I thought you were meant to be a great noble lad. Seems like you're nothing but a coward."

Roop felt like he was about to collapse under the weight of Bhaargav's words. He had never felt this helpless before. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, a voice interrupted their exchange.

It was Var, standing firm in between them, shielding Roop from Bhaargav's advances. Var, he greeted the King with respect, bowing before him. "Your Majesty, what an honor to meet you here," he said, his voice calm and steady.

Bhaargav looked at Var, sizing him up. "And who are you, brave man?" he asked, his voice laced with malice.

Var remained respectful but firm. "Your Majesty, I am Prince Var of the neighboring kingdom, and I am here to offer my support to Prince Roop."

Bhaargav laughed. "Support? What kind of support can you offer my fiance? You are just a young prince, inexperienced and naive."

Var did not back down. "Your Majesty, I may be young, but I have learned much from my father and the wise men of my kingdom. I offer my loyalty to Prince Roop and will do everything in my power to help him."

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