𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢 ~ 𝓐 𝓢𝓪𝓰𝓪 𝓞𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~

𝟐𝟑. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

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As Abhimaan burst through the palace doors, he was met with an eerie silence.

His footsteps echoed loudly on the marble floors as he rushed through the corridors, his heart pounding in his chest.

As It was the middle of the afternoon, everyone must be at their work place or must be resting.

He guessed!

He ran up the grand staircase, taking the steps two at a time.

His breath came in short gasps, both from the exertion and the fear that gripped his heart.

As he reached the top, he paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath and decide where to go next.

Their private chambers. That's where Pari would be if she was in the palace.

Without hesitation, Abhimaan sprinted down the hallway towards their rooms.

The plush carpet muffled his footsteps, but he could hear the blood rushing in his ears.

As he approached the door to their chambers, Abhimaan slowed down. His hand shook slightly as he reached for the doorknob.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever might come, and turned the handle.

The door swung open silently, and Abhimaan stepped into the room. His eyes immediately swept the space, searching for any sign of Pari.

And there, on their large bed, he saw her.

Pari was lying on top of the covers, fast asleep. Her chest rose and fell with slow, steady breaths.

Her long hair was spread out on the pillow, and her face was peaceful in slumber.

Abhimaan felt a wave of relief so strong it nearly brought him to his knees.

He leaned against the doorframe for support, his legs suddenly feeling weak.

The tension that had been building in his body since he first couldn't reach Pari on the phone released all at once, leaving him feeling drained.

"Thank God," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

He stood there for a moment, just watching Pari sleep, reassuring himself that she was really there and she was okay.

The fear and worry that had driven him across the country slowly began to fade, replaced by a deep sense of gratitude.

Abhimaan stepped into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He didn't want to wake Pari.

She looked so peaceful. He moved towards the bed, his eyes never leaving her face.

As he got closer, he could see the slight flush on her cheeks, the way her eyelashes fluttered slightly in her sleep.

She was wearing a light saree, and the sight made his heart swell with love.