"I told you, Ma," Aryan whispered back, his voice choking with absolute peace. "The King is home."Her fragile fingers gently traced the rough, dark sutures running along his jawline. She didn't ask about the pain. She didn't ask about the blood or the men who had done this to him. A mother’s intuition needed no words to understand the sheer depth of the hell her son had walked through to get back to her side. She simply pulled him closer, pressing her forehead against his, her quiet tears soaking into the bandages wrapped around his right hand."It is over, Ma," Aryan continued softly, pulling back just enough to look into her loving eyes. "The people who hurt us, the people who tried to take our family's legacy... they are gone. They have nothing left. We are safe now. You are safe."She smiled, a radiant, beautiful expression that instantly chased away the lingering shadows in the sterile hospital room. For the first time in months, the heavy, suffocating weight of survival lif
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