58| Language of Water & Lips
Samhita's eyes follow the slow, hypnotic spin of the thali that catches the flickers of sunlight.
Samhita's eyes follow the slow, hypnotic spin of the thali that catches the flickers of sunlight.
๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ "๐๐๐ ๐๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: ๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐" ๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐. "Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me," he challenged. "I don't love you," I declare. He smiled at me, though his expression was tinged with pain, tears pooling in the depths of his eyes. "I knew it, you still love me so much." I was rendered speechless by his declaration, my efforts to conceal my emotions proving futile as he effortlessly deciphered the truth written in my eyes. "Say it, just once, that you love me, my Sweetheart. Just once, please," he pleaded. I finally surrendered, tears misting my own eyes as all rational thoughts scattered, "I love you. I never stopped loving you." "And I love you infinitely more," he declared, leaning closer towards my lips. I placed a trembling hand over his mouth, halting him in his tracks, and shook my head slowly. "We can't. It's wrong. We can't betray our partners." Two hearts, torn apart by the cruel hand of fate, find themselves face to face after 4 long years. Once college sweethearts, they have now transformed into business partners. People have come and gone, circumstances have shifted, choices have been made, and personalities have evolved. But, one thing remains unchanged: their undying love for each other, that consumes them day and night to finally claim each other as their own. However, the path ahead is far from simple. Bound by commitments, every move feels like a forbidden dance. Will they muster the strength to resist their burning desire or succumb to the long lost desire for each other?
My eyes jerk toward the mouth of the cave just as Vikramaditya steps in, ducking low beneath the arch.
In a time before Vikramadityaโs reign, when curses still whispered through bloodlines and empires were yet to rise, three generations of rulers shaped the destiny of the Abhivart lineage. Abhivart: The Rise of the Realm is a sweeping saga of love, legacy, and divine struggle where warrior kings, prophetic queens, and unseen forces battle for control over fate itself. From the great-grandfather who uncovers a dark curse in the mountains of the north, to the prince who dares to expand beyond sacred borders, and the son who stands between cosmic energy and chaos. This is not just the story of rulers, but of the choices they make, the women who guide them, and the realm they forge. This codex to the Vikramsamhita series unveils the buried truths, forgotten romances, and origin of the power that still screams in the present.
Humans are fools to think death is some grand human event. No, it's nature.
(Moments After Raja Vaarun Arrives at the Palace)
The entrance avenue is cloaked in an almost sacred anticipation.
Heartbreak is a many-headed beast.
"Did you call emergency?" Iresh inquires as his fingers work feverishly over Samhita's hands and feet. They're stone cold.
Love, when it takes root in a woman's heart, is not a gentle thing. It is not the wispy, delicate waltz of petals on a spring breeze.
"What the hell are you doing, you insufferable hunk of metal? Just obey my command, damn it!" Iresh barks.
(The following scene depicts the execution of the time machine experiment)
I scroll through the endless sea of options on my phone. Not a single dress catches my eye.
Her hands frame my face, and she tilts my head so I'm looking straight into her eyes. But this time, what stares back at me isn't mischief or teasing.
"Priye," I call out to Samhita as she strides ahead of me, face set in an angry scowl, muttering something I can barely catch.
Samhita sets the hair spray down. She smooths the lapel of Vikram's blazer, eyes tracing the fabric with a kind of nervous affection.
"In all my twenty-five years, I've never found myself this distracted or thoroughly irritated during my morning ritual," Veer groans, pushing himself up to stretch, neck cracks audibly and muscles tense from the strain.
"Rayan, for heaven's sake, it's barely eight in the morning. Can't you take your energy somewhere else? Go pester your girlfriend instead.
"What did you just say?" Vikramaditya rises from his chair slowly, eyes dark, almost black.
"Here," Liza extends a cup of coffee towards Rayan.ย