𝟐𝟐. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

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As I watched our car pull away from the palace, I felt a strange tightness in my chest

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As I watched our car pull away from the palace, I felt a strange tightness in my chest.

It's a feeling I'm not used to. a mix of sadness and worry that seems to grab hold of my heart.

Through the rear-view mirror, I can see Pari getting smaller and smaller, her hand still waving goodbye.

Even from far away, I can see tears on her cheeks. It takes all my strength not to tell the driver to turn around.

"Get it together, Abhimaan," I mutter to myself, squeezing my hands into fists.

I'm supposed to be Abhimaan Singh Rathore, the tough businessman and King of Rajasthan who doesn't let feelings get in the way.

But as Pari disappears from view, I can't ignore the pain in my heart.

The drive to the private airport feels like it's taking forever.

I tried to look at papers for my meetings, but I couldn't stop thinking about Pari.

I keep remembering how her eyes looked full of tears, and how her voice shook when she said goodbye.

These memories keep playing over and over in my head.

When we get to the airport, one of my guards opens the car door for me.

My private jet is waiting, ready to go. It's a sleek, modern aircraft ,one of the many signs of my wealth and power.

But at this moment, all the riches in the world seem meaningless compared to the ache I feel leaving Pari behind.

As I walk to the plane, I find myself staring at my phone, my finger hovering over Pari's number.

"Don't be silly," I scold myself.

"You've only been gone a few hours."

But I can't shake the need to hear her voice again. I'm feeling things I'm not used to.

The flight attendant greets me as I board the jet.

"Your Highness. Is there anything you need before we take off?"

I shake my head, settling into the soft leather seat. The inside of the jet is fancy all shiny wood and soft lighting.

But it feels cold and empty without Pari by my side.

As the jet takes off, I look out the window at the big landscape of Rajasthan below.

My kingdom, a place I've always felt so connected to.

But now, all I can think about is the woman I've left behind in our palace.

The flight is going to be long, and I know I won't be able to focus on work.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢 ~ 𝓐 𝓢𝓪𝓰𝓪 𝓞𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~Where stories live. Discover now