"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙔𝙤𝙪"
"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩"
Krisha, a pure hearted girl who doesn't even have a single mean cell in...
[ PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END, MAY YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER ]
In the dim light of dawn, the chamber lay cloaked in shadows, the air heavy with the scent of cool stone and lingering incense, among which a man paced restlessly, his footsteps echoing against the walls, each sound amplifying his growing unease.
As he moved, he could see the first rays of sunlight breaking through the narrow window, painting the chamber in hues of gold and amber. The light stretched like fingers, reaching toward him, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the stillness. It was a fragile beauty, reminiscent of the warmth, which seemed distant and unreachable.
He paused near a tapestry that depicted a radiant sun, its rays cascading outward symbolizing hope and renewal. The vibrant threads glimmered in the dawn light, their colors awakening with the day.
And his mind again flickered back to him—he had always been the sun to his shadow, a source of guidance and strength.
With each passing moment, he felt the weight of time pressing down on him. The golden hues deepened illuminating the chamber more fully, but he was still not here. As the sun climbed higher, its brilliance casted a warm glow and he founded himself drawn to the window.
He looked out, hoping to see him approaching, the light reflected off the dew-kissed grass like scattered diamonds. And amidst this gentle light of dawn, he glimpsed a figure weaving through the disappearing mist, a shadow cast in silvery hues. His heart quickened as he recognized him—his brother, whose face was adorned with a familiar soft smile.
Deelaksha moved through the familiar corridors of his palace—his home with slow and reverent steps. Each corner, each shadowed alcove seemed to welcome him back. A nostalgic smile spread across his face as he took in the sight, allowing himself to savor every detail he had missed so dearly.
Lost in admiration, he didn't notice his brother's quiet approach until a pair of strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a warm, brotherly embrace. Startled for only a moment, he melted into the hug, feeling the deep comfort of this reunion—a bond that no time or distance could ever fade.
They slowly parted, but the warmth of the embrace lingered. "How have you been, Dikshith?" Deelaksha asked, his voice soft with affection for his younger brother.
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"I'm fine Bhratashree" Dikshith replied with a smile, his eyes gleaming with curiosity "so, how was your pilgrimage?" He asked as together, they began walking down the grand corridors toward Deelaksha's chamber, their footsteps echoing lightly off the walls.
"What if I tell you I lied about going on the pilgrimage?" Deelaksha said, trying to keep a straight face but failing as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He looked to his right and saw his brother freeze mid-step, his eyes going wide like a startled deer.
