"𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞."
Lowering herself to the floor, she crawls towards him.
"𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲."
Her trembling hands instinctively reach for his belt.
"𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲�...
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The soft rustle of silk sheets stirred Kiara awake. The warmth that enveloped her felt both unfamiliar and intoxicating, a weight pressing against her senses that she couldn't ignore. Her lashes fluttered open, adjusting to the deep, thick darkness that surrounded her. The room was silent, save for the sound of her rapid breathing.
Her head turned slightly, and the realization came crashing in, slowly but surely.
"Yeh room..." she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, as the weight of her new reality sank in. (This room.)
Her fingers clutched the silk sheets, the cool fabric contrasting with the heat surging through her body.
"Mera pehla din hai..." The words slipped out, barely audible, but filled with meaning.
(My first day)
Her heartbeat quickened, the reality of her new life sweeping over her.
As the daughter in law of this empire.
As his wife.
A shudder passed through her, her chest tight with the overwhelming rush of emotions that came with those words. His wife. She could barely breathe, her pulse drumming in her ears, her skin tingling under the weight of it all.
Slowly, hesitantly, she turned her head to the side, expecting to find him beside her, his presence familiar and grounding.
But-nothing.
The space beside her was empty.
Her breath caught in her throat, panic fluttering in her chest.
"Rudra ji kaha chale gaye?" she whispered, confusion and worry lacing her voice.
The room was suffocatingly still, the absence of sunlight disorienting. The darkness felt almost oppressive, like it had its own weight.
"Aur abhi itni andhera kyun hai? Abhi bhi raat hai kya?" Her voice trembled as she questioned the silence.
Was it still night? Was he not here?
Her fingers fumbled for her phone, grabbing it from the side table, the cold glass against her skin making her jump slightly. The bright light illuminated her face, but it didn't help the unease curling in her stomach.
"Aye Ram, Subah ke 10 baj gaye?" she gasped, her voice a quiet shock. Morning. But it didn't feel like morning. It still felt like the part of night.
Her heart raced as her eyes searched the room, hoping to catch sight of him. But the space felt empty, like something was missing.
And then she turned her head to the other side only to be-
