AADRIKA : The writer of the story

Chapter 28 : Interesting

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Aadrika sat in her dimly lit chamber, her eyes lost in the flickering flame of a small lamp. The soft glow cast shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere that mirrored her own thoughts—hazy and uncertain. She leaned back against the cushioned chair, her mind wandering back to her intense moment with Abhiraj earlier that day. His cold demeanor, the tension between them, the way their lips had almost touched—it all replayed in her mind like a slow-burning flame. She could still feel the heat of his breath against her skin, the way his eyes seemed to pierce through her defenses.

The door creaked softly as Diya entered, carrying a small tray of sweets. She had a knowing look on her face, sensing the change in her mistress's mood. Aadrika glanced at her but remained silent, still immersed in her thoughts. Diya placed the tray on a table beside her and then, with a sly smile, broke the silence.

"Your Highness," Diya said, her voice sweet but teasing. "You look deep in thought. What's on your mind?"

Aadrika snapped out of her reverie and looked at Diya, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Your king is quite an interesting person."

Diya's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Something happened, didn't it?" she asked, her tone almost too eager.

Aadrika raised an eyebrow, pretending to be indifferent. "Nothing much," she said, waving her hand dismissively.

Diya pouted dramatically, her lips forming a perfect little pout as she crossed her arms. "Don't lie to me, Your Highness. I can tell when you're hiding something. Come on, tell me!"

Aadrika chuckled softly at Diya's persistence. "Aren't you taking too much interest in this matter, Diya?" she asked, feigning seriousness.

Diya’s pout deepened as she responded, “If it involves my Mistress, then of course it interests me! I have every right to know!”

Aadrika's smirk softened, and she reached out to cup Diya’s cheek affectionately. “Aww, my cute little baby,” she said, pulling her into a tight, motherly hug. Diya let herself be embraced, smiling into Aadrika’s shoulder. The bond between them was strong, filled with warmth and trust. Aadrika treated her like a younger sister, sometimes even like her own child.

When they finally parted, Diya looked at her with wide, expectant eyes, her lips curved into a cheeky grin. "Now, tell me!" she demanded playfully.

Aadrika shook her head and flicked Diya’s forehead gently. "No," she said, teasingly, her voice almost sing-song.

Diya rubbed her forehead, pouting once more. "Fine, don't tell me then," she said with a sulk, crossing her arms again and turning her face away in a mock show of disappointment.

Aadrika giggled at her reaction, enjoying the lightness of the moment. For a brief second, the complicated thoughts of Abhiraj and the tension between them faded into the background.

After a moment, Aadrika’s tone shifted, and she spoke more thoughtfully. "I should take over the duties of the queen now," she said, almost to herself. "I’ll attend the court tomorrow."

Diya perked up at this. "The court? Already? Do you think it's wise to jump into such matters so soon after the wedding, Your Highness?" she asked, her curiosity returning but with a hint of concern.

Aadrika stood and walked to the window, staring out at the moonlit palace grounds. "I was not made queen to sit idle," she said, her voice resolute. "This marriage may complicate things, but I will not let it distract me from my true purpose."