ROYAL HIGHNESS

19. Whispers of Goodbye.

Author's Note:

Sorry, sorry , sorry guys... Once I again I failed to keep my promise. Draft was ready yesterday but editing took time. But don't worry, I kept the other promise. So, as I promised I have given you guys a long update. It's not the longest chapter, but yeah, maybe it's the second longest chapter as far as I know I. E (10k) words.

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Author's POV,

Two days later,

3:00 pm

Pathak Enterprises,

Amyardh's face was filled with a mixture of intensity and determination. His brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the screen as he meticulously studied the case. His lips were pressed into a firm line showing his seriousness. He was personally investigating about the women trafficking case. As he delved into researching the article, his fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, uncovering every detail, and every lead. He was determined to get to the depth of this matter. It was clear that this investigation was personal to him, and he was ready to go to any lengths to clear his name and expose the truth.

He had finally managed to track down the reporter who dared to publish the false and such a cheap article against him, defaming him. After publishing this baseless article, the reporter had gone into hiding. He instantly knew that the reporter had nothing to do with him and someone else is behind all this. Amyardh had to pull some strings to lure him out of his hiding spot. The reporter's resistance finally weakened both physically and emotionally and he finally confessed the truth after receiving rounds of punches and blows. Anger filled him as he found out the truth. The reporter at last confessed that he didn't publish the article intentionally and that he was offered a heavy sum to do so. According to him, he also don't know about the identity of that person. He had just got a call from a private number one evening. When he tried to find out about his identity, the man on the call refused to reveal and kept his identity anonymous.

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Surya Bhraman,

Advait found solace in the darkness of his bedroom. The weight of his heartache suffocated him with every breath. His once vibrant spirit has been replaced by a cloud of despair, consuming his every thought. The atmosphere was heavy with the pain and it felt depressing inside the confines of his bedroom. The room reflected the tornado of chaos that resided within him. Empty alcohol bottles littered on the floor, their glass shards scattered. The stench of stale smoke permeated the air, clinging to every surface. An overflowing ashtray, brimming with cigarette butts, sat on the windowsill. Days blended into nights but Advait has lost all his senses. He lost himself in a haze of alcohol and smoke. He would just drink and smoke all day. He just won't come out of his bedroom. He has forgotten to eat and drink. He stayed in his room all day, isolating himself from his family.