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XVI Your Life

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For the wedding function, Aabroo adorned herself in a lehenga of white and emerald silk.

She stood before the mirror, her eyes tracing the reflection with quiet wonder. A thought flickered through her mind — how would Ayman appear tonight? What colors would he wear? Perhaps green, a lighter shade to mirror her own splendor? The mere thought drew a blush upon her cheeks. Yet she knew him well — he was more of a man of blues and blacks. Then maybe… sea-blue with layers of white or cream? Or perhaps his majesty would shine beneath the radiance of gold…

Her daydream dissolved when a soft chuckle echoed behind her.

“What are you dreaming of, My Lady? Is it Prince Ayman?”

Aabroo’s heart skipped a beat, though her face remained calm — serene as the ocean.

“Prince Ayman?” Her voice sharpened ever so slightly. She lowered her eyes to her emerald dupatta edged with gold, her jeweled fingers smoothing the pleats over her chest before fastening them with a gem-studded pin. “And why would he visit
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  • The Rule   XVI Your Life

    For the wedding function, Aabroo adorned herself in a lehenga of white and emerald silk.She stood before the mirror, her eyes tracing the reflection with quiet wonder. A thought flickered through her mind — how would Ayman appear tonight? What colors would he wear? Perhaps green, a lighter shade to mirror her own splendor? The mere thought drew a blush upon her cheeks. Yet she knew him well — he was more of a man of blues and blacks. Then maybe… sea-blue with layers of white or cream? Or perhaps his majesty would shine beneath the radiance of gold…Her daydream dissolved when a soft chuckle echoed behind her.“What are you dreaming of, My Lady? Is it Prince Ayman?”Aabroo’s heart skipped a beat, though her face remained calm — serene as the ocean.“Prince Ayman?” Her voice sharpened ever so slightly. She lowered her eyes to her emerald dupatta edged with gold, her jeweled fingers smoothing the pleats over her chest before fastening them with a gem-studded pin. “And why would he visit

  • The Rule   XV Decency And Deceit

    It had been a month since the coronation ceremony, and the kingdom of Tziyonia basked in peace. Treaties had been secured from every corner of the realm, and kings sent tributes to Tziyonia’s new queen, solidifying her reputation as one of the finest rulers the kingdom had ever known. The officials agreed — these were days of rare and precious tranquillity. Yet within the palace walls, another story unfolded — one that concerned Aabroo and Abhiman. Yes, Abhiman had begun to take up more and more space in Aabroo’s life. They spent long hours together, as though fate itself conspired to place them in each other’s path. But was it truly fate? Abhiman seized every opportunity to be near her, never once faltering in his attentions. His constant presence strengthened their friendship — exactly as he intended. Unfortunately, their closeness had not gone unnoticed by the royal household. Whispers began to grow, and watchful eyes followed them. One quiet evening, Aabroo was training youn

  • The Rule   XVI Sweet Crumbs

    Aabroo's eyes widened the moment she realised how close they had been. She quickly rose to her feet, adjusting the dupatta over her shoulders, her gaze turning away in embarrassment.Meanwhile, Abhiman remained where he was, still lost in the remnants of a dream. He lay on her bed, his breath soft, and a strange regret beginning to settle in his chest. Why had she pulled away? He had cherished the warmth of her nearness — so much so that it now seemed to course through his very veins.With a frustrated breath, he sat up, awkwardly running his fingers through his tousled dark hair and turning his face away.Neither could meet the other’s eyes.At last, Abhiman broke the silence. “I’m sorry for—”But Aabroo didn’t reply. She walked past him without a word, her silence sharper than any scolding. He tensed at her coldness, but before either could speak further, a knock at the door interrupted them.The door, already ajar due to Abhiman’s earlier entry, revealed Ridhima standing on the thr

  • 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

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