Royal Secrets (Shhhh)

Chapter 21 ~ " C-Can I K-Kiss Y-You ? "

" Hukum. " Dhara stopped with gasping heavily infront of the gate of the huge Haweli.

" Amrit Mahal. "

She put her trembling hand on the gate. Tears were welling up in hed eyes, but seeing the place, her eyes lit up. She crossed many hurdles to reach it. She was running continuously without stopping, how many times she fell in the middle but got up and finally reached her destination.

So many emotions spilled out of her tears in a single moment. A faint sullen smile floated on her lips.

" Who are you? Tourists and beggers are not allowed inside the property. Get out of here." The Guard yelled at her loudly, with holding umbrella on his head.

Dhara comes out of her blissful trance zone, she turns back to find the Guard looking at her with a grumpy, annoying face.

She quickly backed away in fear. The Guard was almost tearing her apart with his fierce gaze, as if he would throw her into that dense thicket.

Hearing the word beggar, her body became paralyzed for a moment. She was looking at him with astonished eyes. Her eyes fall on herself.

Her clothes and whole body were covered with mud, her hands were bleeding somewhere. She was completely drenched in rain and covered in mud, she was looking worse and worse.

Dhara was running like a madwoman through the dense forest searching for Samar, not knowing nor in the state of consciousness that what she was doing and what was happening to her. But these words of the security Guards pierced her ears like sharp pins.

" I'm not a t-tourist or any b-e-begger, I want to meet Hukum." Dhara plucked up all the courage to speak, tried to explain to him, as she was already intimidated by his dark complexion of 6 feet or more height, his red fierce eyes terrified her more.

He was looking at her with disgust, it was drizzling lightly as it was the rainy season.

The guard himself was startled when he heard some decent normal voice from him. In her current form she looked like a zombie but her low sweet voice was making him believe her words.

" Everyone who comes here says the same line, especially you school and college going girls. I have been guarding this haveli for the last fifty two years, today I am seventy years old, but I have heard this line a million times from tourists like you. " The Guard showed her the baton and asked her to go back.

"No, I am just telling you the truth in all seriousness, I am not a tourist, it is very important for me to meet Hukum. Please tell him my name, he recognizes me. Please tell him that Dhara has come to meet him from Rajgardh " She was pleading with him.

The Guard was staring at her suspiciously from head to toe. He sees that Dhara's hand is slightly bruised from the fall and it is bleeding and her messy hair, sweaty face and dusty clothes.

Perhaps everyone would misunderstand her because of her drenched, filthy muddy clothes, but her graceful and polite voice did not indicate that she was a beggar or a thief. But she was someone else, just like a common tourist or die-hard fan who came to meet him and catch a glimpse of him.

"Look, you seem like a decent family. I am asking you to leave here in peace. I have heard from every other tourist the same dialogue you just said. In the name of Rajgardh, Jaipur or Rajasthan, everybody wants to enter inside the haveli, see it and click pictures, which is prohibited." The Guard said sternly.

Since it was his everyday job to deal with such tourists, vloggers and many explorers.

" No I - " Dhara was trying to deny, but the Guard again gave her a stern look, she shush, tears welling up in her eyes.