บททั้งหมดของ The Goddess Warrior: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Jaiyana felt the subtle shift in her grandmother’s energy as Padma straightened in her chair, leaning ever so slightly forward. Her deep brown eyes held Jaiyana’s with an unwavering, almost commanding intensity.Her voice, smooth and deliberate, carried the cadence of refined English, yet beneath each carefully enunciated word lingered the unmistakable lilt of her Indian heritage. “Jaiyana, my dear, there are certain matters I must share with you… matters which may prove somewhat difficult to fathom,” she began, each syllable measured, every pause weighted with intention.Jaiyana swallowed, a tightness forming in her throat. Her grandmother’s earnest tone was a rare thing, a side of Padma she had not often witnessed.“Beti, do you remember that our line—my line—can be traced back to Harappa? That is why I have always been in such support of your work there,” she said, never once averting her gaze. Jaiyana silently nodded, a tension coiling in her chest.“I know your studies have broug

Jaiyana carefully laced her hands through the delicate silk of her new dress, deep crimson adorned with intricate gold embroidery that traced elegant patterns along the fabric, molding gently to her curves. She was unaccustomed to wearing something so form-fitting, a piece that accentuated her femininity while remaining modestly appropriate for Dubai.The jewel—Durga’s jewel—rested against her chest, catching the warm light of the room and scattering it in tiny, flickering sparks. A subtle vibration pulsed through her entire body, a new and exhilarating sense of divine power threading its way through her veins. With each breath, she felt more alive, more attuned, as if something ancient and formidable had stirred within her, responding to both the dress and the jewel she now wore.The evening air was warm but tempered by the gentle breeze flowing through the terrace of the hotel. Lanterns cast a golden glow over the tables, their reflections dancing across polished silverware and crys

“Are you hungry? Have you eaten?” Jaiyana asked, her eyes scanning his face for the smallest sign of fatigue.His grin widened at her instinct to care for him. “I am famished. Is there still time for dinner in the restaurant?”Jaiyana shook her head and turned to the concierge. “Can you please send up tonight’s special and some champagne?”“Of course, miss,” he said, tapping the order into his computer. His gaze flicked to Kaplan with a knowing glimmer that made Kaplan’s ears burn.Jaiyana laced her fingers through his and tugged him toward the waiting elevator. Neither spoke, neither dared to look too long at the other, as if acknowledging the gravity of this moment would only set fire to it sooner.The elevator doors slid shut with a hushed sigh. The silence was thick, humming with unspoken longing. Then, as if released from invisible restraint, they collided. Kaplan’s mouth crushed against hers, fierce and desperate, tasting the truth of how much he had missed her. His hands swept

As the night progressed, they slipped from sleep to ecstasy several more times, never letting the other be out of reach for long. The jewel at Jaiyana’s neck had warmed and glowed at each meeting, sharing her desire and intensifying it—as if it knew Kaplan was her mate and approved of their pairings. Kaplan had even shared his presence with Shan, letting him take over when the relentless commentary grew too much for him to bare.When the first light of dawn spread its glory across the room, the necklace stirred, its internal fire swirling, catching the rays and sending them back to their source of power. Jaiyana shifted against Kaplan’s chest, the weight of the night’s passion still woven into her muscles, her skin damp with the memory of his touch. The intimacy of the moment had not faded with sleep; it lingered in the air between them, heavy and alive.Kaplan stirred awake, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His voice was low, still thick with sleep. “That jewel… it reacts to

Dr. Kaelan arrived back in Harappa just as the first traces of dawn brushed the horizon. Dust clung to his jacket from the overnight journey, and the faint whir of a ceiling fan barely stirred the stifling air of his rented room. He lowered himself onto the narrow bed, balancing his laptop across his knees, the screen’s pale glow carving sharp shadows across the walls.His inbox was cluttered with reports, but one subject line stopped him cold.From: Field OperativeSubject: Concerning activity – Dig SiteHe clicked.Fyfe,Disturbing movements from Danny. Spending most of his time with M. M hasn’t left the country yet as he said he would. Danny showing concerning signs.Kaelan’s brows knitted, the muscles in his jaw tightening. This was not part of the plan. Mahisar’s name had floated on the Directorate’s radar for years, his obsession with the prophecy making him a persistent—if eccentric—figure to monitor. Until now, he had seemed harmless, an academic buried in theory.But if Danny