The castle was quiet, but the tension lingered like a living thing.
Meera sat in the library, her hands still trembling from the battle.
Books and scrolls surrounded her, filled with ancient knowledge—some she couldn't even understand.
Arvian appeared silently behind her.
"You shouldn't be alone," he said, his deep voice soft but commanding.
Meera looked up, startled.
"I… I'm fine," she whispered.
He didn't move closer… but the air between them felt electric.
💔 Thump… thump… thump…
Her heart raced—
not from fear… but something else.
Arvian crouched slightly, his eyes locking with hers.
"Your power… it's rare. Dangerous. And you don't even know it yet."
Meera swallowed hard.
"I don't understand… why me?"
Arvian's expression softened, just slightly.
"Because your blood carries what was lost centuries ago. And enemies… will stop at nothing to claim it."
Her eyes widened.
"You mean… I'm like Ayaan?"
Ayaan, who had been watching silently from the corner, nodded slowly.
"Partly… but you are stronger."
Meera turned back to Arvian.
"How… how do I control it?"
Arvian's gaze softened.
He extended his hand.
"Let me teach you… but only if you trust me."
Hesitating, Meera placed her hand in his.
The moment their fingers touched, a warmth spread through her—a strange, comforting sensation that made her pulse quicken.
Arvian's red eyes flickered, as if surprised by the effect of her touch.
💗 Something unspoken passed between them—a connection neither expected.
Ayaan watched quietly.
"You two… are strange together," he muttered, almost smiling.
Meera blushed.
"I… I just… feel safe," she whispered.
Arvian didn't reply immediately.
Instead, he held her hand a fraction longer than necessary…
as if testing the limits of his own control.
Suddenly, the castle doors slammed open.
A shadowy figure slipped in, moving like smoke.
Meera froze.
Arvian's hand tightened around hers.
"Not here… not yet," he whispered, a warning laced with something deeper.
The shadow paused at the threshold, then disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
TWIST🔥
•Meera begins her training under Arvian's guidance.
•Their connection deepens—emotionally… dangerously… intimately.
•A new, unseen enemy is now inside the castle, watching.