Princess Dhara’s ears still echoed with Princess Anamika’s words. Her mind refused to settle; nothing aligned.
She knew nothing of Anamika’s past—no history, no stories.
Were they once friends? Lovers? Did they share something before her? If so, why wasn’t Prince Ashok marrying Princess Anamika? Did he love her? Or was everything he had shown Dhara merely an act?
Her thoughts stormed wildly.
It felt as though the Prince had seduced her, claimed her before the world, and then discarded her—like an insect.
Wounded beyond words, she walked into the garden.
“Stop it, Ashok.”
The voice froze her. She recognised Princess Anamika’s tone instantly.
Ashok was with her.
They sat close, laughing. Dhara could not bring herself to look fully, but what she saw was enough. The Prince brushed Ana
