❝An archaeologist whose obsession begins from the palace and ends with her.❞
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Vedaitya Samarth Malhotra, a 22nd century archaeologist is driven by an insatiable thirst for the secrets of MaithiliVeda.
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For this chapter, we have two tracks that are an absolute must.
When delving into Shrivigya's perspective, immerse yourself in the soulful melodies of "Jahan Tum Ho" by Shrey Singhal.
And when transitioning to Maithili's point of view, I recommend the track mentioned above.
Trust me, it perfectly complements the narrative and will elevate your reading experience. Enjoy! 🤍
A 13,000-word chapter, offered as a token of my apology for the tears shed in the previous one, and for the delay. ♡
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"The moment you regained consciousness, I immediately left and declared throughout the entire state that no one was to mention me to you," I said, watching her eyes widen as she absorbed the gravity of the situation.
Her shock was palpable, and I could see the gears turning in her mind, trying to make sense of my words.
I can only hope she don't misunderstand my intentions. I did it to protect her, to give her a chance at a normal life without the weight of my past.
Every day, every breath, without her, had been a cruel punishment.
I watched her closely, hoping that she would see the truth in my eyes.
"I endured every moment of this separation for you," I continued, feeling a pang of anxiety. "Because your happiness means more to me than anything else in this world. Even if it meant I had to live in agony, it was worth it to see you free from pain."
A hollow chuckle escaped my throat, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room as I shook my head slowly.
"किस्मत ने ऐसा पासा फेंका, कि दर्द और फ़कीरी एक साथ दे गया," I murmured, my each word seemed to carry the burden of countless nights spent in solitude.
(Fate rolled such a dice, that it gave me both pain and asceticism together)
With closed eyes, I allowed the memories to flood my mind, each one a painful reminder of the life I had led without her by my side.
