As I pace the grounds with restless steps, Samhita is all I can think about. It's getting dark, and I haven't heard a thing about where she is. The thought of her out there on her own, without any protection, is eating away at me. Sure, she's strong, but the dangers out there are a whole different level.
It's hard to shake off that feeling of guilt. I acted on impulse. I challenged and insisted that she stay with me, even when she clearly wanted to leave. My emotions got the better of me, and I forgot just how stubborn she is. Suppression is the last thing she wants from anyone. I should have been more understanding and controlled my feelings better.
My musings are abruptly halted by the sound of a neigh. I come to a standstill, meeting the anxious gaze of Hayagriva, who mirrors my own tension. A sigh escapes me; it's well past his usual resting hour, yet here he stands by my side, awaiting any word of Samhita's whereabouts.
With a soft pat on his flank, I try to offer some comfort, saying, "She'll be fine, I promise." He responds with a solemn nod, taking in the reassurance.
"Maharaja," Vibhiraj's voice calls out urgently, and I pivot to find him hastening toward me. He comes to a stop a few paces away, breathless. "Maharani has returned," he declares.
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