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" C-Can I... k-kiss you? "
The words came out like a cracked whisper.
More like a breath than a voice.
Not out of boldness, but out of surrender.
She wasn't asking for passion.
She wasn't asking for love.
She was asking for permission.
To live a dream for just one second.
To steal a piece of a story she knew she'd never have.
To touch what had only lived in her prayers.
Her fingers caressed his jawline ever so slightly. His heartbeat remained unreadable. His expression was as still as stone.
But her eyes were pleading-aching for a sliver of warmth, of closeness, of hope.
She waited.
For a blink.
For a nod.
For a breath.
For anything.
The words left her trembling lips like a broken prayer.
Barely a whisper, but loud enough to echo through the stillness that wrapped the room like a shroud.
Her hands-frail and cold-framed his face gently.
She didn't dare blink.
Didn't dare breathe.
Her teary eyes locked with his... pleading, desperate, full of ache.
Their breaths mingled in the suffocating silence-unspoken emotions filling the air like smoke.
She had asked with hesitation, with fear, but also with the kind of courage only pain can birth. A single question-one last drop of hope she poured from a heart already torn in a hundred places.
Samar didn't move.
Didn't speak.
His cold eyes stared back at her, unreadable. His lips-dry and still-offered no answer.
But inside, chaos brewed.
A storm of emotions churned behind that perfectly stoic mask he wore.
His heart may have thudded against his ribs in quiet rebellion, but no muscle in his body flinched.
Dhara waited.
Eyes searching his.
Breath shaking.
Hope hanging by a thread so fragile it could've snapped at the softest breeze.
She didn't know what would come next.
She didn't care.
In this moment, she had thrown away the fear of consequences. Of class. Of status.
Of being a servant before a King.
Because right now, she was just a girl. A girl who loved.
And he was the boy who held the ruin and reason of her heart.
She looked deeper-desperate to find even a flicker of feeling in his eyes.
But again... nothing.
No warmth.
No trace of softness.
Just cold, restrained steel.
He stared at her like a man used to suppressing even the kindest instincts.
And still... she waited.
Her bottom lip quivered.
Her grip on his jaw weakened slightly.
Her eyes-wet, dark, pleading-held onto their last thread of strength.
"P-please..." she whispered.
Barely audible.
But raw.
So raw, even the air around them seemed to pause in grief.
His cold, unreadable eyes were still glued to hers-those miserable, tear-glossed orbs overflowing with a storm of emotions.
Emotions that spoke louder than her trembling lips ever could. Emotions that mirrored everything he had always refused to acknowledge.
And yet, there it was again-that same look in her eyes.
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