He always sees.
He turned toward her, his eyes darker than she’d ever seen — a storm he was barely holding back.
“Ovie…"he began.
But she shook her head.
“I’m fine.”
A lie they both heard clearly.
Amyardh stepped closer, gently taking the bouquet from her trembling hands, setting it aside before she dropped it.
Then, softly—
“He’s not coming near you.”
Ovie looked up, her fear colliding with something even stronger — trust.
“Promise?” she whispered.
Amyardh didn’t blink.
Didn’t hesitate.
He took a step closer, their shadows colliding under the streetlight.
“I will burn the whole world if he touches you.”
And that was the moment Ovie realized…
This wasn’t just fear.
This wasn’t just a threat.
This was the start of a war.
A war that had everything to do with her…
and everything to do with him.
.................
Somehow Amyardh made her feel good and took her out so that she can breathe properly and stop overthinking.
Ovie smiled, her voice soft but glowing with something deeper.
“Aisa lag raha hai jaise maine zindagi mein sab kuch paa liya… thank you, Amy.”
Amyardh looked at her like she was the only thing worth looking at.
“You deserve the world.”
But in her mind, Ovie was thinking, "Jin logon ke saath tumhara andar ka bacha safe aur khush mehsoos karta hai na… shayad wahi log tumhare liye sabse zyada ache hote hain. Kyunki unke saamne tumhe bada banne ka naatak nahi karna padta… tum bas bacha banke reh sakte ho.”
They enjoyed their little moment and decided to go for dinner. On the way, they stopped in front of a flower shop. Amyardh knew exactly what kind of flowers she used to love… but still, he asked.
Amyardh:“What is your favourite colour?”
Ovie smirked and teased him.
“Green.”
There were obviously no green flowers, and he knew she was messing with him. He smiled anyway.
And then he did something ridiculous.
As I proudly declared my love for the color green, he didn’t just walk toward me — he sashayed
Like… actually sashayed.
As if he was the crowned **Cactus King** of the flower shop.
He lifted a cactus like it was a royal bouquet, and I swear the thing was wearing an imaginary crown. My jaw dropped open — I probably looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a botanical circus.
Who even walks toward someone holding a cactus like it’s the most normal thing in the world?!
Meanwhile, his face screamed, “Ta-da!”
I rolled my eyes so hard I could see my past lives.
Amyardh: “Mazak kar raha tha. Ye lo tumhare flowers… cactus ke saath.”
She snatched the flowers from him, muttering something under her breath — and that’s when she noticed it.
The bouquet was wrapped **exactly** like the ones her secret admirer used to send.
Her heart skipped.
They walked toward the hotel (reel-worthy, slow-motion nod and all).
They ate, they laughed, they talked.
Ovie: “Flowers ko dekho… kitne sundar lag rahe hain.”
Amyardh:“Haan, cactus bhi.”
Ovie: “Shut up.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Waise… tum Tara ko bhi flowers aise hi dete the?”
He didn’t even blink.
“Nahi toh. Sirf tumhe.”
“Kyuuun?” she dragged the word dramatically.
“Tumhe pasand hai… isliye."
Ovie raised a brow.
**“Kisne kaha?”**
“Tumne.”
She huffed.
“Tumne beech mein mujhe flowers dena bandh kar diya tha.”
Amyardh: “Kis din? Jhooth mat bolo. Diye the.”
Ovie: “Nahi.”
Amyardh: “Pichle teen saal se de raha hoon, Ovie. Ek bhi din aisa nahi tha jisme maine tumhe flowers nahi diye.”
And he said it so casually.
But for Ovie, the words didn’t just fall —
they exploded.
The biggest, deepest secret he had ever kept…
slipped out of him in a single sentence.
*Three years.*
*Every single day.*
*Flowers.*
Even when she thought he didn’t care.
Even when she thought he wasn’t looking.
Even when she believed he had moved on.
He hadn’t.
Not for a day.
Not for a moment.
For a second, Ovie forgot how to breathe.
She just stared at him — the boy who always irritated her, teased her, annoyed her, argued with her…
and still somehow loved her in ways she never even noticed.
“Three years?” she whispered, as if the number itself was too delicate to touch.
Amyardh didn’t flinch.
He didn’t look away.
He didn’t smile in his usual cocky way either.
He just looked… honest.
Vulnerable.
Dangerously real.
“Haan, Ovie,” he said quietly.
“Teen saal. Roz.”
Ovie blinked, her throat tightening.
“Par… kyun?”
He leaned back slightly, elbows on the table, eyes locked onto hers like she was the only anchor he had in this world.
“Because you like flowers,” he said.
“And because… I like seeing you smile.”
And now Ovie just stared at him — like everything she ever misunderstood suddenly rearranged itself into the truth she had been running from.
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They walked to their rooms in silence, but their silence was never empty—
it was loud, full of all the things they never said.
Ovie leaned against her doorframe, arms crossed, eyes narrowed just enough to hide the softness underneath.
Ovie:“Tumhe meri shayari suni thi na?”
Amyardh didn’t even turn around fully. Just tilted his head, that half-smirk missing for once.
Amyardh: “Saalo se sunta aa raha hoon.”
His voice was low. Tired… or maybe just too full.
She took a slow breath, stepping closer, close enough to make him forget how to breathe.
Ovie:“Aao… tumhe aur ek sunaun.”
He swallowed, the sound almost audible.
Amyardh:“Mmm.”
She looked straight into his eyes—not shy, not scared, just brutally honest.
Ovie:
“Usne soch-samajh kar pyaar nahi kiya…
aur na pyaar ho jaane ke baad kuch socha.
Usne sukh, izzat, ya aaram ki zindagi ke liye pyaar nahi kiya…
usne bas pyaar kiya.
**Sirf pyaar.”**
The last two words fell between them like a secret finally spoken…
and Amyardh froze, as if she had just revealed the one truth he had been running from for years.
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ROYAL HIGHNESS
RomanceIn the dazzling World of fame Nd fortune, OVIE KHANNA, a top-notch A-list actress, commanded attention everywhere she went. Her talent nd beauty captivated audiences, but little did she know that her path was about to intersect with that of a prince...
