đ¸đť Her POV
The wind rushed past her, tugging at the loose strands of her hair as her horse raced across the open land.
For a while, she let herself forget everything.
No responsibilities.
No expectations.
Just the sound of hooves striking the earth and the endless sky stretching above her.
A faint smile curved on her lips.
Freedom felt like this.
Wild. Uncontrolled. Beautiful.
She slowed the horse near a quiet pond hidden between tall trees. The water lay still, reflecting the sky like a mirror untouched by time.
She climbed down, her boots brushing softly against the ground. The horse lowered its head, drinking peacefully.
Kneeling by the edge, she dipped her fingers into the cool water, letting it slip through her hands before bringing it to her lips.
The silence around her was calming.
Almost too calm.
Her fingers brushed against something in her hand.
The letter.
Her expression changed.
Slowly, she unfolded it just enough to look at it again, though she already knew every word it carried without reading it.
Her parents' voices echoed in her mind.
Firm. Unyielding.
"After crossing the Rajput Dynasty⌠you must deliver this letter to King Virendra."
At that time, she hadn't asked questions.
She had simply taken it.
But nowâŚ
Standing here, miles away from home, the weight of it felt heavier than before.
Why King Virendra?
Why now?
And why her?
She stared at the sealed letter, her brows slightly furrowing.
This was not just a message.
It felt like a key.
To something hidden.
Something important.
Her gaze lifted slowly toward the distant horizon, where the land of the Rajput Dynasty lay beyond sight but not beyond reach.
A kingdom she had only heard of.
A name spoken with respect⌠and sometimes fear.
A place where her path was now leading her.
The wind stirred again, brushing against her face like a silent push forward.
She folded the letter carefully and held it close.
Whatever waited for her thereâŚ
She would face it.
Because turning back was no longer an option.
And deep downâ
She knew this journey was never just about delivering a letter.
It was about uncovering a truth.
(âď¸ Author's POV)
By the time she returned, the sun had already begun to set behind the distant hills.
The gates of Roohaniyat Kingdom stood tall and majestic, carved with ancient symbols that spoke of legacy and power. Guards bowed as she entered, their respect unwavering.
She was no ordinary traveler.
She was Roohaâthe young princess of Roohaniyat.
Graceful, composed, yet carrying a quiet strength beyond her years.
The journey had left traces of dust on her attire, but her presence remained untouchedâroyal in every sense.
Without wasting time, she made her way toward the grand court.
Moments later, she stood before the throne.
King Kadarshah sat in his place, his aura commanding, his gaze sharp as ever. The court fell silent as Rooha approached, the soft echo of her footsteps filling the vast hall.
She stopped at a respectful distance.
For a brief second, her eyes met his.
Then, calmly, she raised her hand in acknowledgment.
"My King," she spoke, her voice steady yet respectful, "King Virendra is not in the palace."
A faint murmur passed through the court.
Rooha continued, her expression serious now.
"He is traveling⌠somewhere unknown."
The silence in the royal court lingered, heavy and uncertain.
King Kadarshah remained seated on his throne, his expression unreadable, his mind clearly lost in thought after Rooha's words.
The absence of King Virendra was not a small matter.
It was a shift.
A dangerous one.
Just as the tension began to settle into the walls of the courtâ
A minister hurried inside.
His steps were quick, almost urgent, yet he lowered his head respectfully as he approached the throne.
"My KingâŚ" he said in a hushed tone.
He leaned closer, whispering something only the king could hear.
For a momentâ
Nothing changed.
But thenâŚ
A subtle shift crossed King Kadarshah's face.
His eyes darkened.
His posture straightened.
Whatever he had just heard⌠it was important.
Without another word, the king rose from his throne.
The entire court fell silent instantly.
Rooha's gaze followed him, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
King Kadarshah stepped down, his movements firm, decisive. He did not explain. He did not hesitate.
He simply moved forwardâ
Leaving behind a court filled with unanswered questions.
Because in a kingdom ruled by power and secretsâŚ
When a king walks away without a wordâ
It means something far greater is unfolding.
(đž Rooha's POV)
The meeting ended, but the weight of it stayed with me.
The court slowly emptied, voices fading into distant echoes as I walked back through the long corridors of the palace. The torches along the walls flickered softly, casting shadows that followed me all the way to my chamber.
The moment I stepped inside, silence wrapped around me.
Familiar.
Comforting.
Yet tonight⌠it felt heavy.
I closed the door behind me and walked toward the window, letting out a slow breath I didn't realize I was holding.
My fingers moved instinctively.
To the pendant.
I held it in my palm, staring at it under the dim light. It was delicate⌠beautiful⌠yet it carried something deeper than its appearance.
A small smile formed on my lips.
For a moment, everything felt lighter.
Warmer.
Like a memory I didn't want to lose.
But thenâ
The smile faded.
The warmth disappeared.
And the memories came rushing back.
Uninvited.
Unforgiving.
Voices.
Moments.
Words that still echoed too clearly in my mind.
My fingers tightened around the pendant.
Anger replaced the softness in my eyes.
"WhyâŚ" I whispered under my breath.
I didn't want to feel this.
Not now.
Not again.
With a sharp movement, I walked to the wardrobe and placed the pendant inside, as if hiding it could silence everything it brought back.
But some memories refuse to stay locked away.
I stepped back, closing the wardrobe firmly.
No more.
Not tonight.
Without another glance, I turned and walked out of the room, leaving behind the silence⌠and the emotions I wasn't ready to face.