The Heir and the Humble

Royal party

As the first light of dawn broke through the curtains, Devraj prepared for another day of royal duties. He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his attire when Anika entered the room, a steaming cup of coffee in her hands.

"Good morning, Devraj garu," she said, her smile brightening the room. "I thought you could use this before your busy day."

"Thank you, Anika," he replied, taking the cup from her. Their fingers brushed, sending a familiar warmth through him. He took a sip, savoring the rich flavor, then set the cup down and pulled her close.

In a moment of passion, he leaned down and captured her lips in a tight, intense kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of love, longing, and the weight of the world they carried together. When they finally pulled apart, he looked into her eyes, his expression serious. "I have to attend a party tonight with the royal kings from different kingdoms. I might be late, so don't wait up for me."

Anika's brow furrowed slightly. "Are you sure? I don't like the idea of you being out so late."

"I'll be fine," he assured her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Take care of yourself. I'll be back as soon as I can."

With a reluctant nod, Anika smiled again, though a hint of worry lingered in her eyes. Devraj felt a pang of guilt but knew he had to fulfill his obligations as king.

As evening approached, Devraj completing his works arrived at the grand palace where the royal party was being held. The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. He greeted the other kings and engaged in conversations about alliances and trade, his charm and charisma shining through.

However, amidst the festivities, one princess caught his eye. Princess Mira, the daughter of a neighboring king, was beautiful and captivating. She approached him with a sultry smile, her intentions clear.

"Your majesty!, it's such a pleasure to finally meet you," she purred, her gaze lingering on him. "I've heard so much about you and your kingdom."

"Thank you, Princess Mira. The pleasure is mine," he replied, maintaining a polite distance but observing her closely.

As the night wore on, Mira subtly maneuvered their conversation, ensuring that Devraj's drink was always full. He was unaware of her intentions, too engrossed in the discussions around him. Eventually, he took a sip from the glass she handed him, not realizing it had been laced with a drug.

As the drug began to take effect, Devraj felt a rush of heat coursing through his body. He tried to focus on the conversations, but his thoughts became muddled. Mira leaned closer, her voice low and enticing. "Why don't we find somewhere more private to talk, Devraj? I'd love to get to know you better."

Devraj's instincts kicked in, and he narrowed his eyes, his demeanor shifting. "Listen carefully, Princess," he said, his voice low and firm warning. "I know what you're trying to do, and I won't tolerate it. You think you can play games with me? You're mistaken."

Mira's expression faltered, but she quickly masked it with a seductive smile. "But we could have so much fun together. Just a little taste of what could be..."

"Enough," he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm not interested, and if you think you can manipulate me, you'll regret it. I have no intention of betraying MY WIFE, stay out of  my way and stay in your limits or I will make sure you face the deadly consequences of your actions."

With great effort, Devraj managed to excuse himself, stumbling slightly as he made his way to the exit. He reached his car, and the driver immediately understood the urgency, speeding back to the palace.

Once inside the palace, Devraj rushed to the washroom, desperate for a cold shower to combat the overwhelming sensations. He turned on the cold water, letting it cascade over him, hoping to regain control of his body and mind.

Meanwhile, Anika heard the sound of his car and rushed to greet him, her heart racing with anticipation. But as she saw him dash past her without a word, concern washed over her.

"Devraj garu?" she called, knocking on the bathroom door. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Silence hung in the air, and her worry deepened. "Devraj garu, please respond!"

Inside the washroom, Devraj leaned against the cool tiles, trying to steady his breathing. The drug's effects were still lingering, and he felt a mix of frustration and anger. He didn't want to worry Anika, but he also needed her support.

Finally, he opened the door and leaned on the wall, his expression intense. "Anika, I—"

Before he could finish, she stepped inside, her eyes wide with concern. "What happened? You look pale."

"I just need a moment," he said, his voice low but steady. "I was at the party, and I think I was drugged. I'm trying to shake it off."

Anika's eyes widened in alarm. "What? Who did this?"

"Princess Mira," he admitted, his voice laced with anger. He held her hand in a tight grip"She thought she could get me alone, but I made it clear that I won't be toyed with. I swear, Anika, I would never betray you."

Her expression softened, and she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm and lightly hugged him leaning her head on his chest. "I know. You're safe now. Just breathe."

Feeling the warmth of her embrace, Devraj closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax. "I'm sorry, if I worry you."