Royal Secrets (Shhhh)

Chapter 1. First Meet~ Samar & Dhara ~

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Samar stood before a gathering of schoolchildren, their bright eyes fixed on him as he spoke, his voice weaving a tapestry of hope and conviction. The air hummed with their quiet attention, every word sinking deep into their young hearts. 

He began, his tone steady and resonant.

“A country doesn’t run on the strength of one person alone. It rises when we all join hands. Education is the truest jewel—more precious than gold or silver. When your daughters learn, that’s when our nation truly grows. We’ve touched the moon, but if our girls remain uneducated, locked within four walls, what’s the worth of our triumphs? A small lamp—a diyaa—can light up an entire home. In the same way, an educated woman can illuminate not just her family but all of society. All she needs is a hand to guide her, someone to pull her from shadows into light. Darkness can’t chase away darkness—only light can. Hate can’t erase hate—only love can.” 

The children erupted in applause, their clapping a joyful melody that filled the courtyard. Samar paused, letting the sound wash over him, then continued with a fire in his voice. 

“Today, our government is launching a scheme for every girl in Rajasthan—Jeevanjyoti Yojna. Under this, education for girls aged 6 to 18 will be free and compulsory. Alongside their studies, they’ll receive scholarships, healthcare, and support for their all-around growth. As the education minister of this state, I’m overjoyed—no girl will be denied an education now. She will learn, step forward, and shape her own future.”

The applause swelled again, a tide of admiration rising from the crowd, their hands clapping in rhythm with their dreams. 

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Later, as Samar walked away from the school, an assistant trailed behind, his voice bubbling with praise.

“Ranaji, today you’ve captured the hearts of these children too. Your name echoes on every child’s lips across Rajasthan. You’re becoming a legend among the youth—especially the girls—and at such a young age!” 

Samar’s face remained a mask of ice, his eyes sharp and unyielding.

“If you’re done with this flattery, can we talk about something useful?” he snapped, a thread of anger weaving through his words. 

The assistant faltered, his enthusiasm crumbling under Samar’s cold stare. “S-sorry,” he mumbled, bowing his head in quiet shame. 

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That evening, a senior politician approached Samar, his tone warm but measured.

“Samar, you carry a great weight on your shoulders. You’re doing wonders in the field of education. I’m certain you’ll…” 

Samar cut him off, his voice a blade slicing through the air. “Kakosa (Uncle),” he said, addressing the man as uncle,

“let me make this crystal clear. My sights are set higher. Being education minister is just a five-year chapter. Dadamaharaj dreams of me in the CM’s chair—and that’s where I’m headed. Remember this: in the next election, I want no one standing against me. A few years from now, I’ll be the Chief Minister of this state. That’s my promise.”

His jaw tightened, his words laced with a fierce resolve that left no room for doubt. 

“Y-yes, absolutely,” the older man stammered, his voice trembling under the weight of Samar’s intensity. 

Samar smirked, rolling a paperweight between his fingers with a casual menace.

“You’re my elder, a trusted friend of Dadamaharaj, but I see through you too. He once told me something I’ll never forget—in politics, there are no friends, not even your own shadow. I trust you catch my meaning.”