{Eclipsed Series #1}
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Eclipsed Ardent Affection~The Tragedy In The Sands Of Chronicles
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I lost consciousness momentarily and then saw a woman with her back to me, holding...
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SHAMSHER GARH:-
As I arrived at Shamsher Garh in the evening, the sun dipped low, casting a golden hue over the palace gates. I had tethered Banka to a tree at a distance, ensuring he had ample food and water.
Approaching the gates, I noticed an array of bodyguards stationed dutifully, their vigilance unyielding. I had never envisioned myself in such a position, but desperation compelled me to act.
"Excuse me, sir,"
I began, adopting a tone of urgency.
"I believe I've lost my purse. It contained a significant amount of money and a gold necklace-a family heirloom. If I fail to recover it, my wife will be absolutely furious."
One of the guards turned his attention to me, and the others joined in the search, scouring the ground for my nonexistent purse. Seizing the moment, I feigned a search near the gate and slipped inside the palace.
"Alright, Rudra, it's time to shine. Let's go!"
I silently encouraged myself as I advanced.
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hree days had passed since my return to Shamsher Garh. I had come back knowing I could not endure living under the same roof as him. His words lingered, sharp and painful. I loved him, yet hearing such things from him cut deeper than any rumor could.
Today, three letters arrived: one from Pratap uncle, another from Abhi, and the last from him.
Pratap uncle expressed gratitude for my meticulous preparations for the wedding. Abhi's letter was filled with frustration over my abrupt departure. Yet, he, too, refrained from addressing our argument-his silence felt like a betrayal. And then there was his letter, maybe a mere thank you for my efforts. I still haven't open and read it... I was contemplating my decision of opening and reading it when my hand directly went to it and opened it.
