𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐀 : 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Chapter - 7

AT EKANKSH ROOM

After returning to his room, Ekanksh wasted no time and summoned his personal assistant, a reliable figure in his professional endeavors. As the PA arrived, they immediately delved into discussing the impending mission scheduled to unfold at the illustrious Jodhpur palace, coinciding with the prince's engagement ceremony. Aware of the gravity of the situation, they meticulously crafted plans, considering every detail to ensure a flawless execution.

For Ekanksh, every mission was a carefully orchestrated symphony of strategy and precision, and this one was no exception. With the weight of responsibility heavy on their shoulders, they methodically mapped out logistics, contingencies, and potential obstacles. The room crackled with intensity as they strategized, their minds sharp and focused on the task at hand.

As the discussion progressed, Ekanksh and his PA honed in on key objectives, from reconnaissance to extraction, leaving no room for error in their meticulously crafted plans. With each passing moment, the contours of their strategy grew sharper, the edges more defined, until finally, they stood on the brink of readiness, poised to embark on their mission with unwavering resolve.

After hours of intense deliberation, Ekanksh's PA left his room, satisfied with the comprehensive plans they had laid out. With the weight of the impending mission momentarily lifted from his shoulders, Ekanksh felt a sense of restlessness stirring within him.

As he prepared to retire for the night, Ekanksh was seized by an inexplicable longing to see his beloved princess, his Jaan , as he affectionately referred to her. With quiet determination, he slipped out of his room, his footsteps silent against the cool marble floors as he made his way to her chambers.

Upon reaching the princess's room, Ekanksh paused, his hand lingering on the doorknob as he hesitated to disturb her slumber. With utmost care, he eased the door open, hoping to catch a glimpse of her peaceful form nestled amongst the pillows.

To his surprise and dismay, the room was empty, devoid of the princess's presence. Panic fluttered in Ekanksh's chest as he frantically searched every corner of the room, his heart sinking with each passing moment.

Desperate for answers, Ekanksh's mind raced as he considered the possibilities. Had something happened to her? Was she in danger? The thought of anything befalling his beloved princess sent a shiver of dread down his spine.

With resolve hardening within him, Ekanksh knew he had to act quickly. Ignoring the late hour and the exhaustion creeping into his bones, he set out to search for his princess, determined to bring her back safely to the sanctuary of her chambers.
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AT TERRACE

On the terrace, under the vast expanse of the night sky, Vamika stood, her gaze fixed upon the twinkling stars scattered like diamonds across the velvety canvas above. The cool breeze of the night caressed her skin, sending ripples through the fabric of her saree and causing her long hair to dance in the wind. She was the picture of serenity, immersed in the beauty of the cosmos.

Meanwhile, Ekanksh, determined to find his beloved princess, navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the palace with practiced ease, his footsteps silent as a shadow. Despite the vastness of the palace and the presence of his vigilant bodyguards, he moved with a sense of purpose, his focus unwavering as he searched every nook and cranny.

As he ascended the staircase leading to the terrace, a sense of anticipation gripped Ekanksh's heart. He knew that Vamika often sought solace in the quietude of the night, her spirit attuned to the mysteries of the cosmos. And so, with bated breath, he pushed open the door to the terrace and stepped into the cool embrace of the night.

There, against the backdrop of the star-studded sky, Ekanksh beheld the object of his search – his princess, Vamika. She stood with an ethereal grace, her form bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, her saree billowing gently in the wind like a silken cascade. Her hair, unbound and flowing freely, caught the breeze, framing her delicate features in a halo of moonlit strands.