Royal Secrets (Shhhh)

Chapter 62 ~Rain Kissed~

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The engine roared softly beneath them, a deep, steady hum that seemed to match the rhythm of Dhara’s quickening heartbeat.

With each turn of the wheels, the Amrit Mahal's walls faded behind them, and in their place stretched a road painted in green, winding into hills that rose like gentle giants beneath a silvery sky.

For the first time in her life, she was outside with someone. Not just anyone—him.

The man she could trust even with her eyes closed.

The man who never let anyone past the gates of his heart… yet today, he had let her sit behind him, her small hands clutching his waist as though he were the only anchor she had in this vast, untamed world.

He didn’t love her—she knew that. But she did. Quietly. Deeply. Completely. Even the wind couldn’t carry it away.

The air was cool and clean, carrying the faint, earthy scent of damp soil, as though rain was hiding just beyond the horizon, waiting for its moment.

Tall trees lined the narrow road, their leaves whispering secrets in the wind. Now and then, a golden leaf would drift lazily down, brushing past her cheek before spiraling to the ground.

Somewhere in the distance, a stream gurgled, its silver surface catching glimmers of sunlight slipping between the clouds.

Wildflowers—bursts of yellow, white, and lavender—nodded at the roadside, like shy greetings to travelers who dared wander so far from the familiar.

Dhara’s muffler danced in the wind, the breeze tugging at its ends like a playful child. She pressed her cheek lightly against Samar’s back, feeling the faint warmth through his leather jacket.

Her heartbeat slowed—not from calm, but from the kind of trust that only happens once in a lifetime.

For Samar, the sensation was different. Her touch was gentle but certain, her arms locked around him with a mix of fear and faith.

He had never allowed closeness—not from family, not from friends. People had knocked on the walls of his heart and found them too high, too cold.

But this girl… this quiet, stubborn girl had slipped through without force, without asking permission. And now, here she was—behind him, holding on like she belonged there.

He didn’t speak, but she could feel his awareness—how his shoulders eased when she leaned into him, how his right hand would leave the handlebar for just a moment to adjust the strap of her helmet. Small gestures, yet they carried a weight she could not name.

The road climbed higher, carrying them into the folds of the hills. From up here, the valley stretched wide below them—patches of green fields stitched together like a quilt, silver rivers twisting like ribbons, smoke curling gently from distant chimneys. Dhara’s eyes sparkled as she took it all in.

It was freedom.
It was beauty.
It was him—her Hukum—leading her into a world she’d never dared to imagine for herself.

And though his face stayed unreadable, he didn’t push her away. He let her hold him. He let her warmth seep into him, even if he told himself it meant nothing.

The clouds leaned lower, heavy with the promise of rain, but for now the world belonged only to them—two souls on a road that wound through mountains and dreams.

For a man who guarded his heart like a fortress, and for a girl whose heart had never belonged to anyone else, the ride was more than just a journey.

It was an unspoken promise—fragile, fleeting, but real.