Chapter 63 His Queen
There is pain in his voice, but his face still holds a smile, as though he is trying to make light of his own suffering. Riya hears him and, for a moment, just looks at him deeply, silently.
Tears well up in her eyes, and in the very next moment, she drops the medical supplies and throws herself into Karan’s arms, hugging him tightly. All the pain, all the fear, all the confusion melt into a single feeling.
Karan is stunned. His hands slowly move around her trembling back, holding her gently. His heart beats rapidly.
Riya clings to his chest, sobbing softly, and whispers, “I don’t want to lose you… What if something had happened to you? How would I live? I’m nothing without you…”
Karan is taken aback by her words. He never expects to hear this.
Riya is still clinging to Karan’s chest, crying softly. Her tears soak his shirt as if she wants to dissolve all her fear and pain into him. Her breathing is uneven, her hands trembling. Karan gently holds her closer, stroking her back with care, whispering, “Okay… that’s enough. Calm down, Riya. Please, just relax now. I’m fine, nothing’s going to happen to me.”
But Riya doesn’t move. She remains pressed against him, as if afraid that letting go might take him away from her. Karan, worried by her condition, tightens his hold around her and whispers again, “I’m right here… I’m okay. Your Karan is fine.”
Slowly, Riya takes a deep breath, and after a long moment, she moves slightly away from him. Her eyes are red and teary, her cheeks flushed, but her heart is filled with something more powerful than fear, a storm that has been building for too long. And now, she can’t hold it back.
She wipes her tears, looks into Karan’s eyes, and gently holds his hands in hers. Her voice trembles with emotion as she says, “There’s something I need to say to you… and this time, I won’t stay silent."
Karan looks at her in surprise, his gaze focused entirely on her, sensing the seriousness in her voice.
Riya steadies herself and continues, “I don’t know when or how it happened, but you’re no longer just a friend to me. You’ve become a part of me, my heart’s deepest need. Without you, I feel incomplete. Every moment, your face haunts my thoughts. Your smile, your words… they live inside me.”
Karan is speechless, staring at her as if seeing her for the first time. Her eyes shine with honesty, love, and a deep, undeniable truth.
Riya’s voice cracks with emotion. “When you get hurt, when you risk yourself to save me, my entire world stops. In that moment, I realize I can’t live without you. I love you, Karan. Truly, deeply, with every beat of my heart, with my entire soul. You are my everything.”
Tears well up in her eyes again, but this time they aren’t of fear they are tears of love, courage, and confession.
Karan gently touches her face, wipes her tears, and his eyes meet hers, full of awe, wonder, and a love that mirrors hers.
He whispers her name, “Riya…”
Karan wraps his arms around Riya and softly whispers into her ear, “I love you too… more than anything, Riya. Now stop crying. I’m perfectly fine. Please, go get some rest.”
But Riya shakes her head firmly, her eyes still moist, and replies with quiet determination, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here… with you."
Karan sighs, gently cupping her face, trying to convince her. “Riya, I promise I’m okay. You need rest you’ve already been through so much tonight.”
Riya doesn’t move. She looks at him with unwavering eyes and says, “No. I was scared today scared of losing you. I can’t leave you alone, not tonight. Let me be here… just for tonight, by your side.”
Karan sees the stubbornness in her eyes the same stubbornness that once annoys him, but now fills his heart with warmth. He gives up arguing.
He smiles softly and pulls her close into his embrace. “Okay, stay…”
The next day passes with an unsettling silence… everything in the house appears normal, but there is one person whose silence, sadness, and restlessness capture everyone’s attention Ruhi.
She doesn’t go to college that day. Since morning, she stays shut in her room, speaking to no one, eating nothing, and avoiding all conversation. Her eyes are clouded with sorrow, her face pale with fatigue, and her heart heavy with unease. Her mood is so visibly off that everyone in the family notices, but whenever anyone asks, she simply offers a faint smile and brushes it off.
Just then, Samar enters her room. One glance at Ruhi, and he immediately understands something is wrong. He stands for a moment, observing her in silence, then speaks in his calm yet commanding voice, “Ruhi, come to the study room. I need to speak with you.”
Ruhi, feeling drained and fragile, nods silently and walks slowly toward the study room.
As she enters, she sees Samar seated in a chair, reading a file. His face is composed as always, but his eyes hold a depth of thought. Ruhi quietly sits in the chair opposite him.
She asks softly, “You called me, Bro?”
Without lifting his eyes from the file, Samar replies directly, “Are you upset because of Rohit?”
Ruhi’s eyes widen with shock a mixture of surprise and fear. Her face turns pale, as if her secret has just been exposed.
Samar smiles slightly and says, “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine. Just lighten your mood, Ruhi.”
Ruhi asks hesitantly, “How do you know?”
Without any smile, in a calm tone, Samar replies, “I know everything about everyone.”
Ruhi is about to respond, but Samar raises his hand and says, “Silence. No need to say anything. I know it all. Just don’t talk to him again. That’s it.”
Ruhi simply nods and quietly leaves the room.
As soon as she leaves, the room falls into a brief silence but within seconds, Samar feels fingers gently tracing the back of his neck, soft, deliberate, and unmistakable.
A small smirk forms on his face as he closes his eyes and murmurs inwardly, “I knew you’d come.”
He quickly turns, grabs the waist of the person behind him, and pulls her over the sofa. She lands directly into his lap. The smile on Samar’s face widens because the girl now in his arms is his innocent, adorable wife, I.
My face is lit with playful mischief. Samar looks into my eyes and says, “Do you know what punishment awaits those who dare to trouble the King?”
I pout, brush my hair back dramatically, and reply sharply, “Huh… The King can’t punish me, because I’m his Queen!”
TO BE COUNTINUE....!!!