The Power of Love

Divine Protection

t was a beautiful evening in the garden, the sun was setting and the sky was painted with shades of pink and orange. The flowers were in full bloom, and the sweet fragrance filled the air. Roop was walking in the garden with Var, and they both were admiring the beauty of nature.

Roop was playing with a golden deer, and he laughed as the deer ran around him. Var watched Roop's laughter and smiled to himself, feeling more and more drawn to the prince's beauty.

"You look beautiful when you smile, noble prince," Var said, breaking the silence.

Roop looked up at Var, and his cheeks turned red as he felt a sudden wave of shyness. "Thank you, your highness. You're too kind," Roop replied softly.

Var walked closer to Roop and reached out to touch his hand. Roop felt a sudden warmth spread through his body as their hands touched.

"May I have this dance, my prince?" Var asked, with a smile on his face.

Roop blushed but nodded, and Var took his hand, leading him to a clear space in the garden. The music from the palace played in the background, and Var held Roop close as they swayed to the rhythm of the music.

Roop felt a flutter in his heart as he looked into Var's eyes. He couldn't understand the feeling, but he knew it felt nice. They danced for a while, lost in their own world, and as the music stopped, Var took Roop's hand and led him to a bench.

They sat together in silence, watching the sunset, and Roop felt a sense of peace wash over him. Var was the only person who could make him feel this way. He looked at Var, and Var looked back at him, their eyes locked in a moment of pure love.

The silence was broken by the sound of a bird chirping, and Roop turned his head to look at the bird. Var took this moment to reach out and touch Roop's cheek gently. Roop closed his eyes, feeling the gentle touch, and then opened them to look at Var once again.

They both sat in silence, enjoying each other's company, and as the night grew darker, Var stood up, taking Roop's hand once again. "It's time to go back, noble prince," Var said softly.

Roop nodded, feeling a sense of sadness at the thought of leaving Var. They walked back to the palace, hand in hand, with the memory of the evening etched in their hearts forever. Var noticed the sadness in Roop's eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Noble Prince, what troubles you? Your eyes seem heavy with sorrow."

Roop's eyes welled up with tears as he spoke, "Your Highness," Roop said softly, "I fear the night and what it may bring. The darkness has a way of hiding the most terrible things." His voice trailed off, and he looked down at the ground.

Var's heart sank as he remembered the horrific dream he had about King Samrat committing a heinous act against his own son. He knew that Roop's father was a cruel man, and the thought of him harming Roop made Var feel sick to his stomach. He stopped Roop and looked into his eyes.

"My dear prince," Var said, his voice filled with concern, "Please tell me what's going on. I can see that something is troubling you, and I want to help in any way I can."

Roop's eyes filled with tears as he spoke. "Your Highness, I cannot say it clearly, but I fear for my safety. My father is not a kind man, and I am afraid of what he might do to me."

Var felt a knot in his stomach as he realized the gravity of the situation. He knew that Roop was referring to the abuse he had dreamed about, and he felt sick with worry.

"Noble Prince," Var said, "I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. You have my word." He took Roop's hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Roop looked up at Var, and his eyes were filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Your Highness," he said softly.

Var felt a surge of emotion as he looked into Roop's eyes. He realized in that moment that he was in love with the prince, and he knew that he would do anything to protect him. But he also knew that he needed to be careful.