A warrior's heart

Part - 10

Back in the castle, Rohit sat in his chamber, his eyes scanning the mystical map laid out before him. He had hoped to use his magic to locate the elusive spy.

With a flick of his wrist, a cloud of glittering dust swirled from his hand, coalescing into a shimmering cloud that filled the room. The cloud grew denser, and suddenly, it was as if the very walls of the castle had melted away.

In their place, Rohit saw the rocky outcrop by the lake, the two men's figures illuminated by the moon's soft glow.

"Oh, for the love of the gods," Rohit muttered, slapping his hand over his eyes. "This is definitely not what I wanted to see."

But the magic had taken on a will of its own, and their hushed whispers filled the room, echoing off the stone walls like a ghostly serenade.

"You're mine," he heard Rahul murmur, the possessiveness in his voice unmistakable.

"Yeah," Hardik replied, his voice thick with passion.

Rohit groaned, his cheeks flaming red. He tried to dispel the cloud, but his magic seemed to have a mind of its own tonight. The scene unfolded before him like a private play, and he was an unwilling audience member.

"Come for me," he heard Rahul say, his voice strained with desire.

"I'm coming," Hardik panted, his voice rising in pitch.

"Not so loud, you two," Rohit called out, his voice muffled by his hand. "Oh my goodness!"

But his words were lost in the night, and the scene before him grew more intimate. The magic wasn't just showing him the moment; it was making him feel it, the heat of their passion, the desperation in their touch.

"This isn't funny," he muttered to himself, his eyes peeking through his fingers. "This is... this is..."

The cloud shifted, showing him the prince's face, lost in ecstasy, and Hardik's, a picture of rapture.

"This is..." Rohit's voice trailed off, his eyes going wide. "Oh, by the gods, they're actually..."

He quickly snapped his fingers, breaking the spell. The cloud dissipated, leaving his room cold and empty once more. He flopped back onto his bed, his heart racing. "Well, that was unexpected," he said to the empty room, his voice filled with a mix of shock and amusement.

For a moment, he lay there, staring at the ceiling. Then, with a shake of his head, he sat up, his expression sobering. "I'm trying again," he murmured. "I've got a castle to protect and a spy to catch."

He tried again searching for a spy but the cloud shows the same, hardik and rahul.

"Is it broken?" Rohit mumbled to himself, his eyes narrowing with confusion. He had to be sure it wasn't a trick of the magic.

He waved his hand in a complex pattern, the dust swirling again into a cloud of shimmering light. "Show me the spy," he murmured, his eyes intense with focus.

But again, the cloud shifted, and the images of Hardik and Rahul remained, now in a more intimate embrace. "What sorcery is this?" he exclaimed, his cheeks reddening.

Before he could react further, a knock at his chamber door startled him. He quickly broke the spell to open the door.He just missed seeing the cloaked figure by few seconds.....

Oh! How bad this mere seconds going to cost him in future ? Only time knows......

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When Rohit opened the door, he was met with the concerned gaze of Prince Virat. The prince's eyes searched Rohit's face, and Rohit knew he had to act fast.