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" Hukum. " Dhara stopped with gasping heavily infront of the gate of the huge Haweli.
“Amrit Mahal.”
With trembling hands, Dhara touched the golden nameplate etched into the stone wall—then pressed her palm softly against the iron gate.
Her eyes, red from crying and rain, lit up with a faint glimmer of recognition. Despite the bruises, the mud, the exhaustion—she had made it. She had crossed forests, fallen countless times, bled silently, but never stopped.
And now, she had finally reached her destination.
Tears poured down her cheeks—silent, overflowing, sacred. A broken smile hovered on her lips as if she had reached not just a place, but a forgotten heartbeat of her soul.
But that fragile moment shattered.
"Who are you?! Tourists and beggars are not allowed inside the property! Get out of here!" a loud, gruff voice thundered.
Startled, Dhara turned around.
A tall, dark-skinned old security guard stood a few feet away, holding an umbrella over his head, glaring at her with the sternness of someone who had seen too many lies and intrusions.
She instinctively stepped back, eyes wide in fear. His harsh tone cut through her like a blade. His expression—pure annoyance. His words echoed louder than the rain.
"B-beggar?"
The word hit her like a slap.
For a second, she froze. Her trembling gaze dropped to herself—mud-caked clothes, drenched top, bleeding fingers, messy hair stuck to her face, torn her long green top. She looked nothing like herself. She looked… pitiful.
She had run like a madwoman through the jungle, with nothing but his name on her lips. She hadn’t thought how she looked. She hadn’t cared. But now… the world had shown her the mirror.
“I-I’m not a t-tourist… or a b-beggar,” Dhara stammered, trying to steady her voice. “I need to meet Hukum…”
She clutched the gate tightly as if her grip could hold her from breaking apart.
The guard narrowed his bloodshot eyes at her, unimpressed and unmoved.
“I’ve been guarding this haveli for fifty-two years,” he said coldly. “And in those fifty-two years, I’ve heard the same story from every schoolgirl, now every vlogger, every obsessed fan—‘Let me in, I know Hukum… I came from Rajgardh…’ All lies.”
He raised his baton slightly in warning.
“Go back. Now. Before I lose my patience.”
But Dhara didn’t flinch this time.
Her voice broke again—but this time, it carried the weight of truth.
“Please… I’m telling the truth. My name is Dhara. Please tell him… that Dhara from Rajgardh has come to meet him.”
Her voice trembled, but her words were firm.
The guard paused.
There was something about the way she said that name. Something too raw… too desperate. She didn’t sound like a tourist. And though she looked like a disaster, her eyes carried a truth he couldn’t ignore.
That politeness, that dignity in her broken state—it didn’t match the kind of people he threw out every day.
Still, suspicion lingered in his eyes.
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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...
