The Heir and the Humble

Devraj Open Up

Anika's mind raced as she processed the information. So, this was why Yuvraj had requested the glass house during their camping trip. She couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"So, this is why he wanted the glass house during the camping trip?" she asked, amusement evident in her voice.

Devraj nodded, his face turning a shade of red. "Yeah, something like that," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

Anika couldn't suppress her laughter. "You know, you should have told me. I would have prepared myself for this."

Devraj chuckled nervously. "I didn't want to ruin the surprise," he explained.

Anika shook her head, still laughing. "Well, you certainly succeeded in that."

They spent a few moments laughing together, the tension in the air dissipating. When the laughter subsided, Anika looked at Devraj with a serious expression.

"So," she began, trying to break the awkward silence, "does this mean you use this place for...you know..."

Devraj hesitated, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. "Look, Anika, I'm not proud of it," he began, his voice filled with regret. "But yes, I have brought women here. It was a way to escape the pressures of my life, to feel normal for a few hours."

Anika's heart sank. She had never imagined Devraj in that light. But she also understood the pressures he faced as the king.

"It doesn't change how I feel about you," she said softly. "I know you love me."

Devraj pulled her into a tight embrace. "I love you more than anything, Anika," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're the only woman I've ever truly cared about."

"I'm glad you told me," she said, her voice soft. "It shows that you trust me."

Devraj took her hand. "You're the only person I trust completely," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

They shared a long, passionate kiss, their bodies pressed together. In that moment, nothing else mattered. They were lost in each other, their love a beacon of light in the darkening sky.

Anika smiled, feeling a surge of love for him. She knew that their relationship was built on trust, honesty, and respect. And in that moment, she felt stronger than ever.

They reached the guest room and as sleep began to claim them, Devraj pulled Anika closer. She nestled into his arms, feeling safe and protected. In that moment, as they drifted off to sleep, they were both filled with a sense of peace and contentment.

The morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold as Anika stirred awake, the warmth of Devraj's embrace still lingering. She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. A soft smile played on her lips.

"Good morning," she murmured, her voice filled with sleepiness.

Devraj kissed her forehead. "Good morning, my love," he replied, his voice husky with sleep.

They lay in bed for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's company. The world outside seemed distant and unimportant. Finally, Devraj broke the silence.

"We have to go," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I have a lot of work to do."

Anika nodded, understanding. "I'll miss you," she said softly.

Devraj pulled her into a tight embrace. "I'll miss you too," he replied, his voice filled with love.

After a tender goodbye, Devraj left for the palace after dropping her in her house and thanked her parents. Anika watched as his car disappeared from view, a sense of loneliness washing over her. But she knew he would be back, and that thought brought her comfort.

At the palace, Devraj was greeted by his mother, Rani Devi, and his younger sister, Radha. They had breakfast together, the conversation filled with warmth and affection.

"You look tired, Dev," Rani Devi observed. "Did you sleep well?"

Devraj smiled. "I slept like a baby," he replied. "Anika's presence is always calming."

Radha teased, "So, you're finally smitten, huh?"

Devraj blushed slightly. "Something like that," he admitted.

After breakfast, Devraj went to his room to freshen up. He changed into traditional attire, a sign of respect for the upcoming visit to the temple. As he stood in front of the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. He had found love, and his kingdom was in capable hands.

The temple was a serene oasis amidst the grandeur of the palace. As he knelt before the deity, he offered his prayers. "Lord Shiva," he began, his voice filled with reverence, "Bless my brother, Yuvraj, with wisdom and courage. Guide him through the challenges that lie ahead. Protect him from harm, and grant him the strength to lead our people with compassion and justice."

He prayed for the well-being of his family, his kingdom, and most importantly, for Anika. He also prayed for guidance and strength to fulfill his duties as king.

His prayer was heartfelt, a plea from a devoted son and brother. As he sat in meditation, a sense of peace washed over him. He felt a connection to something greater than himself, a reminder of the impermanence of earthly pleasures and the importance of spiritual growth.

Leaving the temple, Devraj felt a renewed sense of purpose. The day ahead was filled with challenges, but he was ready to face them with courage and determination.