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"Why doesn't he hug me?"
The question echoed endlessly in Dhara’s mind, a quiet ache that refused to fade. Her heart beat loudly in her ears, its rhythm a painful reminder of how close he stood. Yet his silence, his distance, remained a mystery—one she couldn’t ignore, one she desperately wanted to understand.
She didn’t know why, but she felt the answer was buried deep within him, hidden behind the cold, impenetrable walls of his heart.
Trying to pull herself away from the chaos of her thoughts, Dhara focused on the present. She closed her eyes, letting herself feel his presence.
Though he hadn’t touched her back, the nearness of him felt like an invisible shield wrapped around her. For just a moment, she pretended it was enough. That his silence was comfort. That his stillness was love.
For what felt like an eternity, they stayed like that. She, holding onto him with all the strength her fragile heart could muster. He, standing frozen, unmoving, unreadable.
“Dhara.”
Her name left his lips in a voice so soft and shaken it barely touched the air.
Samar gently stepped out of her embrace.
She didn’t look up. Her head remained bowed, tears flowing freely down her cheeks, each sob escaping her lips like waves crashing on a broken shore.
He leaned down, brushing his lips against her tear-stained skin. The taste of her sorrow clung to him, stinging more than he expected.
She didn’t stop crying—but something in his touch made the pain flood out more freely, as if her heart recognized that he had finally responded.
He took her trembling hand in his. Slowly, he led her to the edge of the bed. Then, in one graceful movement, he knelt before her.
His every action carried a quiet dignity, a reverence that reached into the silence between them.
She sat stiffly, her fingers nervously twisted together, holding onto the storm in her chest.
“Dhara, do you trust me?”
His voice was low, filled with a raw vulnerability that didn’t match the image he wore in front of the world. His eyes, fixed on hers, held a quiet hope.
She didn’t say anything. But she nodded, barely, her breath catching as she looked down at his hands holding hers.
“Then why do you believe I’ve wronged you so much?”
His tone was gentle, carefully measured. No anger. No accusation. Just quiet patience—like he knew she was too broken for harshness.
She looked up at him, eyes wide and filled with tears. Their gazes met and locked. In the depths of his dark eyes, she saw something she hadn’t expected—pain. Real, unspoken, buried pain.
“Because… you’re taking me away from Rajgardh. And I don’t want to leave,” she whispered. Her voice trembled with emotion. She knew how much those words could cost her. A servant didn’t speak this way to a king. A girl like her didn’t speak so honestly to someone so far above her in the eyes of society.
But she said it anyway.
Samar’s lips pressed into a line.
“Exactly,” he said quietly. “It’s not me you’re scared to lose. It’s Rajgardh.”
His words stunned her.
She stared at him, confused. His answer struck a chord she didn’t fully understand.
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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...
