Between Friends and Lovers: A Salaar Fanfiction

Chapter 8

The Unfolding Feelings

Days turned into a blur as I found myself in a routine. Each day, the door to my room was left unlocked, and each day, I would step out and explore the palace. The palace, with its labyrinth of corridors and rooms, had become my world. A world that was both beautiful and terrifying.

Every day, I would find myself in the palace garden. Hidden behind a curtain of flowers, I would watch Deva as he interacted with his people. I watched as he listened to their concerns, as he laughed at their jokes, as he comforted them in their sorrow. I watched, and I found myself slowly developing feelings for him.

Feelings that I didnt want to admit. Feelings that I couldn't afford to have. But feelings that were there, nonetheless.

One day, as I was watching Deva from my usual spot in the garden, I felt a presence behind me. I turned around to see Varadha standing there, a smirk on his face.

"What are you doing, Aadhya?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement.

I glared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'm plotting a murder plan for you," I said, my voice cold. "I'm getting to know your every move."

Varadha laughed, a deep, hearty laugh that echoed through the garden. He shook his head, still laughing, and walked away.

I turned back to look at Deva, my heart still pounding. But this time, he was looking right at me. Our eyes met, and he smiled at me. A genuine smile. A smile that made my heart flutter.

That smile. That smile made me fall in love with him even more than before.

As the days passed, I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with Deva. I found myself caring about him, worrying about him, longing for him. But I knew that I couldnt afford to let these feelings take over.

I admire Devas courage and charisma, but fear his violence and obsession. I am struggling with my own loyalty and morality because when I came here, I wanted to escape, but now after looking at Deva, all I want to do is go to him and tell him my feelings, but I can't do that.

Because if anything happens to me after that, there is going to be a war and bloodshed. I don't want any of that.

I went to Deva's room and while laying bed and looking up at the ceiling, started fantasizing about my own story.