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XLV The Lost Anklet

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last update Last Updated: 2025-04-27 14:55:21

The night had laid its heavy cloak upon the palace, and the moon floated like a solemn sentinel in the velvet sky, its pale light spilling across the marble corridors.

Samarth walked alone, his robe whispering against the polished floor, his hand trailing lightly over the cool stone of the columns as he passed beneath them. Above, the stars shimmered like ancient witnesses to the turmoil brooding in his heart.

He gazed heavenward, his steps slow and measured, the weight of kingship pressing heavily upon his shoulders.

“What is this plague that stirs in the heart of my kingdom, O God?” he spoke into the silence, his voice low, yet thrumming with restrained anguish. “One night was enough to throw order into chaos. I sense the serpent has entered with a lifted brow, sure of its strike. I am not blind, nor am I unaware of its design — to bleed this kingdom, to strike me down. And yet... who is it?”

He paused beneath a great arch, the moonlight pouring around him like a silver river.

“Cou
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  • The Rule   XV Tension Between The Two

    “You called me?” came Abhiman’s voice as he stood at the doors of Ayman’s chamber.Ayman instantly lifted his gaze from the papers on the table, the kalam pausing between his fingers. He set it down, placed a paperweight atop the parchment, and stood.He nodded silently. Abhiman stepped in.The room fell into a deep hush. Only the sound of their boots echoed off the stone floor, mingling with the soft rustle of curtains fluttering against the hot breeze.“Commander Veer passed away last night,” Ayman said, his voice quiet yet heavy. “He was one of the most loyal men to have ever served this kingdom. We’ll visit his widow to pay our respects. I want you to accompany us, even though you didn’t know him well.”A small gasp escaped Abhiman’s lips.He hadn't known Veer deeply, nor had Ayman, but the kingdom did. Veer's valor and loyalty were well known, and now he was gone.The entire land was mourning a man like him.“General Raj told me he had been ill for a few days. We never expected t

  • The Rule   XIV Find The Answer

    The arrival of the royal caravan was celebrated throughout the Kingdom with great joy and overflowing delight.The ministers who had remained in Tziyonia, along with the priests and nobles, had all set their hearts on welcoming Ayman and the people returning with him.But above all, they eagerly awaited the return of their queen — Inayat — whom they had lost along with the king.Now, joy burst through the streets of the kingdom.Flags waved high in the air, and flower petals rained down in soft showers.The air of Tziyonia shimmered in pinks and golds under the brilliant blue sky.How beautiful it all looked.Among the crowd, Abhiman tossed rose petals at Aabroo when no one was looking, making her chuckle and respond with a mock glare.It was all done discreetly, behind the backs of the public eye.It wasn’t romantic.Or so they told themselves.And certainly, they didn’t want anyone to take it that way.But they couldn’t escape Ayman’s eyes.He saw everything.⸻❃༉‧₊˚.༄ ⸻Aabroo sat i

  • The Rule   XIII Screaming Silence

    The morning was steeped in determination.Elan’s Hollow was now bidding farewell to the royals, who were finally returning to their homeland after years of exile.How long they had waited to see their land again!Yet leaving Elan’s Hollow weighed heavily on their hearts. They had spent years among its lovely valleys, high hills, and fruitful plains. The forests sang at night to the rhythm of flowing winds — and everything there spoke in whispers of life.How could they forget a place like this?They had made memories.This land had given them shelter.The elders of Elan’s Hollow embraced them one by one — some crying, some holding back tears — and showered them with blessings.Inayat, as gracious as always, invited them to visit Tziyonia. They were forever welcome. The heartfelt invitation melted the hearts of the people, though they had come to expect such kindness from her.They blessed Ayman as well, though they had known him only for a few days.And then they departed.On horses a

  • The Rule   XII Swirling Storm

    The supper was set, and new faces had joined the gathering. Ayman and his men were welcomed warmly, the room humming with quiet anticipation.Raj, ever the strategist, chose this moment to stir the pot of conversation. He leaned back in his chair and spoke casually, though his eyes were sharp.“Well, Ayman… It seems you’re keen on seeing Inayat take the throne,” he said, breaking a piece of bread as he spoke.Ayman swallowed his mouthful of rice before replying, “Yes. I believe my sister should rule Tziyonia. She is the rightful leader in the king’s absence—until the heir is old enough to take his place.”Inayat’s face softened, her eyes glimmering with affection. “Have you met him?” she asked gently.Aniruddha wasn’t at the table. He had eaten earlier and was now somewhere outside, likely training or observing the guards.“Aniruddha?” Ayman echoed with a warm smile. “Yes, I’ve met him. He’s a bright boy — sharp, well-trained, and wiser than his years.”Inayat gave a tender nod. “By G

  • The Rule   XI Stolen Heart

    Evening was falling.The sun bled slow across the sky, melting into deeper shades of blue. A gentle chill crept into the air, but the warmth rising from the large cauldrons kept the women gathered around it comfortable as they prepared supper.Voices mixed easily — soft chatter, teasing laughter, the steady rhythm of ladles against pots.Aabroo, crouched near a stone mortar, placed down the pestle — its weight thudding softly onto the earth. The stone rim was deep from years of grinding, its insides still fragrant with cloves, cumin, and dried red chilies.She carefully poured the freshly ground spices into a steel plate, stood, and walked over to Ridhima, placing it beside her.“Ready,” she whispered, stepping back and pulling the scarf off her head — the same one she'd tied earlier while pounding spices.She set it aside and asked lightly,“Anything else you want from me?”Ridhima looked up with a smile, still stirring the pot. “Nahi, bas ho gaya Aabroo. Ab jao aur gaon ke bacchon k

  • The Rule   X Union

    The vulture came gliding down from a grey, dust-heavy sky.Its wings sliced the silence, circling low over the blood-damp earth — a graveyard not yet buried. The air still tasted of iron, thick and slow, as if even the wind mourned. Below, the field bore its wounds in the form of scattered corpses, warriors caught between loyalty and fate. Not many, but enough for the vultures to call it a feast.More came behind the first, sweeping in on ragged wings. They landed with indifference, their claws clutching armor and flesh. The soft sound of tearing skin began, wet and rhythmic, as the scavengers began their work.A black boot stepped into view, halting just before one of the dead. Ayman drew back from the blood-soaked ground, his cloak dragging like shadow behind him.From the side, another figure emerged — Abhiman, helmet tucked under his arm, hair matted with sweat, blood splashed across the curve of his cheek like war paint. He grinned, his teeth too white in all this red.“Wasn’t to

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