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Returning to the Main House ......
The car ride was comfortable, filled with the gentle hum of the engine and soft family chatter.
The scenery outside changed as they drove back towards the main house, where the day's events would continue.
Upon arriving at the main house, the family was greeted by the familiar surroundings, and Mahek felt a mix of relief and anticipation.
The house had settled into a quiet lull after dinner, and Mahek found herself alone in their room, waiting for Harsh.
The day had been long, and her body was heavy with exhaustion, but she stayed awake, hoping to see him before sleep took over.
Minutes turned into an hour, and Harsh still hadn't arrived. Her eyelids grew heavier until finally, she couldn't fight it any longer and drifted into sleep, her breathing becoming deep and steady.
Much later, the door to the room opened quietly, and Harsh slipped inside, moving with deliberate care.
He paused in the dim light, his gaze softening as it fell on Mahek, who was fast asleep.
She looked peaceful, unaware of the weight that he carried in his heart.
There was a tension in his posture, something unresolved and pressing.
He approached the bed slowly, almost as if he didn't want to break the fragile stillness of the room.
Bending down, he gently moved a lock of hair from her face, his touch feather-light.
He watched her for a moment, an internal conflict playing out behind his eyes. Then, without a word, he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on her forehead, lingering there for just a second longer.
Harsh: (whispering softly) "Forgive me, princess..." " i wish things were different..."
His voice was barely audible, more like a breath than a sound, but it carried a depth of emotion.
There was an unspoken apology in his words, a hint of something important left unsaid.
Harsh straightened up, his expression unreadable, as though he was bracing himself for something he couldn't yet face.
With one last look at Mahek, he turned and left the room as quietly as he had entered, the door closing with a soft click.
Outside the room, the shadows seemed to gather around him as he walked down the hallway, his steps purposeful yet burdened with an unseen weight.
He was heading somewhere, to deal with something only he knew about, leaving behind a mystery that lingered in the air.
Mahek remained undisturbed, her dreams untouched by the silent storm brewing in Harsh's mind.
The night held its secrets, and as Harsh disappeared into the darkness.
As Harsh stepped into the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps were silent against the polished floor.
The house, filled with sleeping guests and the remnants of wedding celebration, seemed unaware of his departure.
He moved with purpose, his expression unreadable, as if this was all part of a plan that had long been in motion.
Outside, a sleek black car waited in the shadows. The driver, dressed sharply in a black suit, opened the door without a word.
Harsh slid into the backseat, his eyes briefly glancing up at the house he had just left-at her.
The driver closed the door softly, and the car began its smooth journey down the empty road.
The night wrapped itself around the vehicle, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the stillness.
Harsh's phone buzzed quietly in his pocket.
He glanced at the message-a single word: "Ready."
Minutes later, they pulled up to a secluded airstrip.
