𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 : 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

~🥀 Her first..🥀~

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The morning light slipped quietly into the chamber, brushing over carved pillars and golden curtains.

Haseena stirred awake, blinking against the soft glow. Her gaze drifted and froze.

Anubhav.

Still asleep.

But not in the bed.

He was lying straight on the couch across the room, posture stiff even in slumber, like a soldier guarding even his dreams. His chest rose and fell with slow precision, hands resting neatly by his side.

A tiny laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it.
“Neend mein bhi akar nahi chori h apni…” she whispered under her breath.

She shook her head, slipping quietly out of bed. After freshening up, she went to the cupboard, pulling the wooden doors open. Rows of rich sarees stared back at her, their silks glimmering in the sunlight.

And that’s when it struck her..

Her first morning in this palace. Her first day as the queen. She would have to wear a saree.

Her hand stilled on the fabric.

Her throat tightened.

She had never draped one herself.

Her eyes flicked unwillingly to the man still asleep on the couch.

“Nooo…” her inner voice screamed instantly. “Definitely not him.”

She bit her lip, thinking fast. Maybe someone else?

And then she remembered.

Last night, before Anubhav’s arrival, when the Maharani and Rajkumari had escorted her here, Karishma had slipped her a small note with her number. “Call me if you ever need help.”

Her fingers hesitated on the phone for a long second. Then, with a nervous breath, she dialed.

The call connected in a few rings.

“Radhe Radhe, Bhabhi sa!” came Karishma’s excited, honey-sweet voice.

The word Bhabhi sa sent an unexpected flutter down Haseena’s chest. Her eyes flicked again toward Anubhav’s sleeping form, then quickly back to the phone.

“Radhe Radhe, Rajkumari…” she replied softly, her voice unsure, almost fragile.

“Arre, Rajkumari nahi, Karishma boliye aap,” came the playful correction.

Not wanting to argue, Haseena nodded to herself. “Ji… Radhe Radhe, Karishma.”

A delighted sigh crackled through the speaker.
“Hayeee… kitna pyara lagta hai mere naam aapki aawaaz mein.”

Haseena chuckled quietly, the tension in her chest easing a little.

“Toh, bataiye na, kya madad kar sakte hain hum aapki?” Karishma asked, her tone warm and gentle.

Haseena hesitated, twisting the edge of her dupatta in her fingers.
“Woh… aap jaanti hain ki aaj hamara pehla din hai… toh off course humein saree pehni hogi. Lekin… humein saree pehni aati hi nahi. Kya… aap hamari madad karengi?”

There was no pause, no hesitation from the other side.
“Hamara sobhagya hoga, Bhabhi sa. Aap tayyar hongi, aur humara haath hoga isse badi baat kya hogi? Aap chintit na ho. Message kijiye, main turant aa jaaungi.”

Relief washed over Haseena. She smiled, this time without nerves.
“Dhanyawaad, Karishma…”

“Arre, thank me mat kariye. Mujhe toh intezaar rahega.”