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Dhara’s lips quivered as she pleaded for a sliver of mercy, her eyes wide with desperation. But Samar's gaze remained unmoved—cold, unyielding, stripped of any compassion. His nostrils flared, and a tense crease deepened on his forehead.
“No matter how many tears you shed or how much you beg, this is where you stay,” he said sharply. “Netra is right—Rajgardh is closed to you. Permanently. There’s nothing left for you there. Consider this city your new home. Your connection to Rajgardh is over. And if you try to run again, I won’t hesitate to shoot.”
His warning was as deadly as his stare. Dhara flinched.
She shook her head slowly, disbelief crawling across her face. After everything she had confessed, after opening her heart to him—was this all he had to offer? In that moment, she understood: there was no space for her in his life. She had seen him through rose-tinted dreams, but those dreams had no place in his reality.
“You know what Rajgardh is, Dhara,” he continued, his voice like steel. “Once you step into that world, the outside becomes unreachable. You were lucky to get out. So why would you chain yourself again? Don’t give me that weak excuse of staying behind *for me.*”
He scoffed at her silence, his frustration mounting.
“Netra is right... You’ll never understand me,” Dhara murmured, her voice hollow. She turned, retreating toward the door with wounded steps.
“Don’t even think of leaving,” he snapped. “Not until I say so.”
The authority in his tone halted her instantly.
Without another word, Samar stepped forward, gently took her hand, and led her back toward the bed. She sat, stunned. He poured a glass of water and offered it to her.
Her brows lifted in surprise. Rana Samar Pratap Singh, offering her water? It felt surreal. She looked at him, confused, unsure how to react. But Samar was used to these awestruck gazes—he’d seen them his entire life, not just from admirers but from everyone who feared or revered him.
He held the glass close, so close that it nearly brushed her nose. She blinked and snapped out of her daze, embarrassment creeping into her cheeks.
Quietly, she took a few sips, her mind drifting to absurd thoughts—like how easy it might be to drown in something as small as a glass of water.
He took the empty glass from her hands and placed it on the side table. She watched him again, surprised—but this time, she kept her expression guarded.
As he sat across from her, his eyes fell on her restless fingers and the way she kept biting her lower lip. The fidgeting irked him.
With a sigh of irritation, he reached forward and gently pried her lip free from her teeth using his thumb and forefinger.
Her lips were visibly swollen and pink from the constant pressure. Her nose was red from crying, her eyes still shimmering with unshed tears. She wouldn’t meet his gaze, her chin tucked down in quiet shame.
He stared at her face, at those trembling lips—and found his focus faltering.
“Stop distracting me,” he muttered under his breath, his voice gruff and laced with restraint.
He knew he needed to pull himself back, to wrestle control from the rising heat stirring within him. This moment wasn’t meant for that. He had things to say. Decisions to make. And distractions like her lips and eyes had no place in them.
His irritation with her restlessness flared again. Before she could react, he reached for her hands and held them firmly in his.
She gasped softly, startled.
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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...
