Meera~The King's triumphant Queen

57~A night with courtsean

Another update!!!

So in previous chapter the threats Abhimaan has got🙂🫢

You know its a good thing that you all are attached to this story this much and care about their emotions and I love how meera is pampered🤭but the thing is Abhimaan can do anything but cheating🙃

Maybe he would do something more horrible than just cheating on meera with Saudamini. When he will show her the real him; the king🥸

Please leave your precious votes guys I swear few coming chapters are going to blow your mind.....so give me some motivation with ur votes. Atleast hit the votes close to target. I don't think I am asking for much.
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Abhimaan pov ~

My feet stumbled as I stepped inside our chamber swallowing the sour taste lingering on my tongue. The flame of few firelamps that were enlighten around felt blurred and I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand to clear my vision.

Taking another sip from the half filled glass in my other hand I managed to walk inside our bedroom and roamed my eyes around.

It was not much bright but few lampfires were burning and the moonlight casting from garden through the window. The curtains of the bed were drawn down while a touch of cold breeze lingered in room which make the curtains sway.

I did not felt like going to bed yet so walking to the nearby couch I settled down and kept the glass on table with a thud.

Sighing heavily I lean back to the headrest of couch and closed my heavy eyelids to let my body relax which was now feeling hot.

Tonight I was all alone with myself again after so long but this time I did not liked it as I use to. Now I don't want to be alone like before to work my brains out to get sleep but now I want her always near me so I can sleep in her embrace holding her close.

But she was not here.

I wetted my dry lips, my throat tightening at the thought of her absence. My fingers found the glass on the table, which was still cool to touch and without opening my eyes, I raised it to my lips, draining the sweet-sour liquid in one long gulp.

Another jolt of sensations ran down to my body and I scrunched my eyes tightly throwing the glass away in the room. It bounced off the carpet with a dull thud, rolling until it stilled with a series of jumps.

My cheeks felt more warm, eyes partially open, hands itched, mouth watered and chest tingled with quickened heartbeats. Not with joy but with a deep, suffocating sadness.

How could I feel so much all at once? How could happiness and despair coexist so fiercely?

Can a person really cry and smile at the same time? Yes. Because I am.

In short my whole body felt happy but yet so sad.

No. No, no it was not just because that she was not here. It was more than that. I would not be here either—not for long atleast. 

It felt like going back to the time and stay there when we both bearly knew each other but just stolen glances, playful teasings, short hugs, soft talks and cheek kisses. No confessions, no worries, no feelings not even her love. So right now it would not be hurting this bad atleast.

A sob caught up in my throat, and I squeezed my eyes shut, but the tears slipped through anyway, tracing hot lines down to my temples.

My chest ached with the weight of it all—the fear, the uncertainty, the desperation, the need to hold on to something, someone.