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🪭✨ 38 : Or... are you just Jealou-.....?"

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Somewhere in the forest of Kanakpura (Morning) 🌱

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Indu, overhearing the exchange, narrowed her eyes at Ivaan and retorted sharply, "Oh, really? Maybe I should leave you and go with Vikram instead. He seems much more tolerable than you right now." She turned her head slightly towards Vikram, her tone teasing but with a touch of seriousness. "What do you think? Should I ditch this boring prince and follow you instead?"

Vikram, without missing a beat, grinned broadly and shrugged. “Sounds like a good idea to me. I could use the company—someone to actually talk to, instead of this silent shadow behind us.”

Indu’s smirk deepened as she threw a quick glance back at Ivaan, clearly enjoying the moment. But before she could take another step closer to Vikram, Ivaan’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back firmly. His voice dropped to a stern whisper as he leaned in, his brows furrowed with concern. "Why would you trust a stranger?"

Indu, despite the serious look on Ivaan’s face, couldn’t resist smiling mischievously. "Oh, and I know you so well, do I? For all I know, you’re just dragging me through these woods with no clear direction." She tilted her head slightly, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Or... are you just Jealou-.....?"

Ivaan’s jaw clenched for a moment and a glare from him stopped Indu, his expression caught between frustration and disbelief at her lightheartedness in such a situation. She winced making him release her arm his finger prints marked on her wrist with a blush red. He regretted it instantly.

Jealous?  The word echoed in his mind, making him grit his teeth. "That’s not the point, Indu. You can’t just trust every person we come across. And Vikram—" his eyes flicked toward the tribal warrior, who was watching their exchange with bemusement, "—well, he could have any number of reasons for being out here. Don’t get too comfortable."

Vikram, sensing the tension but finding amusement in it, stepped in smoothly. “Oh, come now, Prince. Do I look like the sort of man who’d lead someone astray? I’m only offering my help as before.” He winked at Indu. “And maybe a more pleasant conversation than someone who spends half his time frowning.”

Indu laughed, glancing back at Ivaan with a raised eyebrow. “See? Vikram seems perfectly trustworthy to me.”

Ivaan’s annoyance flared again. He cut in sharply, “It’s not about whether he *seems* trustworthy. You have no idea what his motives are. Don’t just go giving away information so freely.” His tone grew sharper, frustration clear in his voice low.Does she have no sense of caution as a princess? he thought, shooting an annoyed look at Vikram, who seemed completely unaware.

As they walked further, Indu and Vikram continued their light banter, the tension between them from earlier almost entirely gone.

“So, Indu,” Vikram began, clearly enjoying riling Ivaan up, “what brings a sharp-tongued woman like you all the way into the middle of these woods with a brooding prince? You don’t seem the type to take orders easily.”

Indu grinned, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, it’s a grand adventure. I follow him wherever he goes because he’s such a joy to be around.” She says sarcastically casting a pointed glance at Ivaan, whose expression remained tight-lipped.