Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi
Stained
Akant stood by the window, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he stared into the dark, empty streets. The moonlight cast a pale glow on his face, highlighting the storm brewing in his eyes. The house, once filled with laughter and warmth, now felt hollow—like the echoes of a broken promise.
The sharp sound of soft footsteps pulled him from his thoughts. Shivangi entered quietly, her expression hesitant yet filled with concern. Without saying a word, she walked up beside him, standing close enough for her shoulder to brush against his arm.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was heavy, laden with the weight of the evening’s events.
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈
I'm sorry... shivangi
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