Royal Secrets (Shhhh)

Chapter 28. ~W-What is V-Virgin?~

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"Sahabji, she's still a virgin. Nothing happened between them last night either-just some superficial intimacy, like a few months ago. Nothing has changed," Netra said, relaying what she observed at Dhara's house.

It felt awkward for Netra to report every detail of their interactions, but she knew it was part of her job, no matter how embarrassing. That was her burden to bear, not his.

"What? Again?" Abhinav's voice was sharp with disbelief. "For two months, I've seen how restless he was without her. And now, when he finally sees her, nothing happens? How's that possible? You're not lying, are you? You checked everything, right? Did you ask her what happened when he was with her?" His glare was so intense it seemed to pierce through her.

"Y-Yes, I asked her," Netra stammered. "She's so naive, I still wonder if she's genuinely innocent or just pretending in front of him. Maybe that's why he's fallen for her."

Abhinav's eyes darkened. "He won't fall for her. I'm warning you now-if you speak nonsense like that again, you'll lose that tongue of yours, and you won't be around to regret it." He grabbed her throat, his anger boiling over.

"S-Sahabji, please, let me go!" Netra gasped, struggling to breathe. His grip tightened, and she felt her life slipping away. Her vision blurred, her eyes fluttering shut from the strangulation, when he suddenly released her. She collapsed to the ground, coughing violently as she tried to catch her breath.

"Do only what I hired you for," Abhinav snarled, gritting his teeth. "I told you to watch her, not to spin your filthy stories. Now tell me-what did she say? Why didn't he do anything? What reason did she give?"

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Flashback

"Every time I see you, it's the same pathetic story," Netra spat, her voice dripping with contempt.

"Nothing happens between you two beyond some fleeting intimacy, or Ranasa barking at you to change the sheets after your little makeout session." She rolled her eyes, smirking cruelly.

"If Ranasa wasn't interested, he wouldn't show up here out of the blue, would he? And looking at you," she paused, her gaze raking over Dhara with disgust, "it's hard to believe nothing's happened. Those marks on you are real and fresh."

Her lips curled into a sneer. "I doubt anyone else is interested in you besides him. With your completely scarred, burnt body, no one else would dare come near you, let alone touch you or even look at you."

She let out a mocking laugh, her eyes glinting with malice.

"But he's the King; he has his own peculiar tastes."

Netra pointed disgustingly towards her, she didn't miss a single opportunity to humiliate her.

Dhara's cheeks burned with embarrassment, her eyes dropping to the floor as confusion filled her mind. Netra's harsh words hit hard, each one hurting more than the last.

She parted her lips to ask what Netra meant, her brow creasing with doubt, but Netra's face turned cold.

The cunning girl's lips curled into a cruel sneer, ready to snap with more hurtful words, stopping Dhara from saying anything in her defense.

"Ba-Baisa, please, t-tell me," Dhara stammered, her voice trembling with fear, "what is a m-makeout? And why would Hukum ask me to change the bedsheet? Please explain it just once. I really don't understand what you're saying. If you tell me, I'll try to answer you."