"I am yours just yours but I can't be with you anymore"
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"I married her to save her from the disgrace and shame that society would have thrust upon her," Abhirath said, his voice steady but tinged with an edge of desperation.
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I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me as I stood in front of the throne. This moment had always been my dream, to rise to this power, to be the queen, but I never imagined Abhirath would be the one to fulfill it. Yet, here I was, standing on the cusp of a future I could barely comprehend, all because of him.
I stepped forward, my right foot brushing the cold marble floor. And then, I felt it—something like water touching my skin. My eyes flicked downward, and what I saw froze me in place.
Abhirath was kneeling.
The king—my husband—was on his knees before me, holding a silver dish filled with red water. His head was slightly bowed, and the kingdom, the entire court, had gone utterly silent. No one dared to speak or even breathe, it seemed. The man who once cared more about what the world thought, who had always been so painfully aware of the eyes upon him, was now doing this.
For me.
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His dark gaze met mine, silently asking for permission. He wanted to touch my legs. And for a moment, I couldn't believe it. The man who ruled the largest kingdom in all of Hind, the man feared by all who crossed him, was kneeling before me, his queen. My heart pounded in my chest, racing wildly as I slowly nodded, giving him the permission he sought.
I extended my foot toward him, and with the utmost reverence, he gently grasped my ankle, his touch so light, almost as if he feared breaking me. There was something so deeply intimate, so raw, in the way his fingers curled around my skin. He dipped my foot into the red water, and I lifted the hem of my dress slightly, exposing my ankle as the liquid soaked the white cloth below. The air in the room felt thick, heavy, as if it were charged with something electric, something primal.
The soft jingle of my anklet—the payal—was the only sound that broke the suffocating silence as I stepped forward onto the last step, leaving behind the imprint of my foot in the red dye. I turned, my eyes finding Abhirath again, and in that moment, I saw something in him. Something dark and possessive, a hunger that was both terrifying and thrilling.
I held out my hand, silently inviting him to rise. My heart was pounding so loudly, I wondered if the entire court could hear it. This man, who had stayed away from the palace luxuries, from the opulence and the easy life of a king, had sacrificed everything to place me here. He was not the perfect husband, but he was a king like no other, and I couldn't deny the weight of what he had done for me.
As he took my hand, the shock in his eyes was unmistakable. But there was something else, too—something I couldn't quite place, a deeper emotion that lingered between us, charged with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
The moment he stood, the trumpets blared, the drums echoed through the chamber, and the court came alive with sound. But I didn't hear any of it. My entire world narrowed to him, to this man who, in his own dark and dangerous way, worshipped the ground I walked on. He didn't need to say it. His actions spoke louder than words ever could.
