The museum was buzzing with excitement. Prerna Agarwal, a college student, walked through its grand halls . This trip was supposed to be a fun escape, but something about this place felt like it was calling to her.
The highlight of the museum was...
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It had been a month—one long, agonizing month—since I last saw her. Since I confessed. Since she refused to answer.
Her silence gnawed at me. It wasn’t just the absence of words; it was the way she had drawn a line between us. As if what we had was a fleeting moment, something that could be tied up neatly with a ‘good note’ and forgotten.
I knew better. I knew the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t watching. The way her breath hitched when I stepped too close. The way her fingers curled when my voice dropped to a whisper.
No, we weren’t just friends. And I wouldn’t stop until Princess Shivanya Maheshwari became my wife—the Queen of Kahilya.
But she hadn't sent a single letter. Not even a word. I told myself not to think about it, to focus on my duties, but every time I sat alone, my thoughts wandered back to her.
So, when Adinath and Manik barged into my chamber, laughing and teasing, I barely lifted my gaze from the scroll in my hands.
“She still hasn’t written, has she?” Adinath smirked, folding his arms across his chest.
“She’s probably forgotten him by now,” Manik added, voice dripping with mock sympathy.
I ignored them.
“Oh, but wait—” Adinath dangled a sealed parchment between his fingers. “What do we have here?”
A letter. My eyes snapped at it.
From her?
I reached for it, but Manik pulled back, his grin widening.
“Easy, Prince. Why so eager?”
“Give me the damn letter,” I ordered, my patience thinning.
“Hmm… But why should we?” Adinath mused. “After all, it’s not addressed to you.”
I froze.
Not addressed to me?
“She wrote to us,” Manik clarified, his smirk deepening. “Not to you.”
A sharp pang of jealousy shot through me.
Why would she write to them but not me?
“Give me the letter,” I repeated, voice dangerously low.
“Oh, but we haven’t even read it yet,” Adinath chuckled, unfolding the parchment. They scanned the words, their amusement quickly fading.
I caught the shift in their expressions.
“What happened?”
Neither spoke for a moment, then Adinath sighed and handed me the letter.
