Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
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The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over Raipur as I navigated the bustling streets. My responsibilities as king were unending, but it was a role I had embraced wholeheartedly. The people depended on me, and I intended to ensure their needs were met.
After a morning of back-to-back meetings and paperwork, I decided to inspect the outskirts of the city where several new infrastructure projects were underway. Lunch was a brief respite, a moment to refuel before heading out with Raghav, my trusted PA. Our destination was a new palace being constructed, a symbol of Raipur's growth and my commitment to its future.
As we approached the site, my eyes were drawn to a woman standing on a balcony across the street, her hair wet and tangled from a recent wash. She was drying it with a towel, and for a moment, everything around me faded. My heart skipped a beat.
It was her Siya....
The shock of seeing her hit me like a physical blow. For years, I had searched for her, haunted by the memories of our time together in college. She had been a significant part of my past, a chapter I had thought was closed. Seeing her now, after so many years, was like reopening an old wound. My emotions were a turbulent mix of curiosity, nostalgia, and something darker.
"Raghav," I called out, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.
"Who owns that property?" Raghav followed my gaze, then quickly checked his tablet.
"Hukum, it belongs to a family that moved in long ago. I can find out more if you like."
"Do it," I replied, not taking my eyes off her.
"And bring her here if it's her property."
Raghav nodded and made a call. As I waited, I removed my shades, standing opposite, watching Siya intently. She was still the same, yet different. More mature, more poised. Her curves had filled out, and there was a confidence in her stance that intrigued me.
As she dried her hair, a loose strand caught my attention. It clung to her damp skin, and I couldn't help but remember how that same hair used to brush against my face when we were together. Her movements were graceful, almost hypnotic, and I found myself captivated by the simple act of her wiping her hair.
Siya saw me and froze as expected, her eyes widening in recognition. The towel slipped from her hand as she stared back at me. I wondered if she could sense the intensity of my gaze, if she remembered the same moments I did.
"Hukum, She's coming. It is her property," Raghav's voice broke my reverie.
"Good," I said, glancing at my watch and deliberately taking my time. My eyes traced her figure, appreciating the way her wet hair clung to her shoulders, the way her body moved with grace. Unholy thoughts danced in my mind, but I pushed them aside. There was business to attend to. When She arrived, she was composed, but I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. She approached cautiously, and I greeted her with a smile that was both familiar and enigmatic.
