Royal Secrets (Shhhh)

Chapter 44[1]. ~What I Feel For You~

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In Samar's Bedroom

Samar stood at the door of his bedroom, hesitant. He hadn’t planned to come back here—not yet. The silence, the memories, everything inside this room felt too heavy.

But Reva’s words kept echoing in his mind, pushing him past the point of calm. With a deep breath, he stepped in.

The room was dim. Rain tapped steadily against the window, and the air inside felt heavier than usual—as if it carried everything they had both left unsaid.

Then he heard it.

A soft, broken sound—crying.

His eyes shifted to the corner. There she was.

Dhara sat near the window, knees pulled close, her face hidden in her arms. She was shaking, her sobs muffled but raw. It wasn’t the kind of crying that came with noise.

It was silent and deep, the kind that comes from somewhere buried too long.

His footsteps made the floor creak, and she immediately looked up. Her face was soaked with tears. Before he could speak, she ran to him.

Without hesitation, she threw her arms around him.

Samar stood still for a second, stunned. Then, instinctively, he held her—securely, protectively. Like it was the only thing that made sense.

“Hukum… I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely there.

He didn’t reply. Just closed his eyes and held her tighter.

She didn’t explain, didn’t try to justify her pain. She simply cried—deep, heart-wrenching sobs that shook her body and soaked the fabric of his shirt. Her tears were the words she couldn’t speak.

He let her be.

Holding her close, his eyes drifted toward the window where the rain blurred everything beyond it—just like the uncertain lines of their relationship.

Between them lay a thousand emotions they never dared name: confusion, longing, guilt, fear… something close to love, but not quite.

Samar closed his eyes slowly, resting his chin against her head. She pressed her face into his shoulder, her hands gripping the back of his shirt like she was afraid he might let go.

But he didn’t.

He stood still, holding her, letting her cry.

Eventually, Dhara loosened her grip and stepped back.

Her face was red and tired. Her eyes were puffy. Her hair was a mess. She looked like someone who had been holding things in for too long.

Samar didn’t speak. He just reached out and gently moved the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. His fingers brushed her skin for a second longer than necessary.

Neither of them spoke.

But in that moment, something passed between them.

Not love. Not apology.

Just a quiet understanding… and a kind of peace that came from simply being seen.

"Every time I convince myself that our paths are separate, that we can’t be together... I tell myself it’s just bottled-up emotions—nothing more than years of silence and pain bursting out when we’re close," Dhara said, her voice trembling.

"I try to walk away, to return to the loneliness I knew before... but then you do something. And suddenly, I’m the one running after you again, even when you're the one pushing me away."