Rudra's POV:
I sat looking away from her. It hurts and it truly does. Memories.
Nevertheless I couldn't show her my pain.. She definitely didn't care about it, anyway.
It wasn't long before we reached the palace and I let out a sigh of relief.
It wasn't long before father held me in a tight embrace.
I told my mother and father about the dacoits and all the adventure that we had, definitely omitting irrelevant parts.
" Don't worry, son. I have informed the police and they will definitely do something. ", he said as I and Jaanvi walked into our palace.
Just then I noticed a tall, thin man with long black hair neatly back brushed.
" Meet him. Mr. Arvind Kabri. He is going to teach both of you waltz. ", father said as the man grinned.
" Nice to meet you Mr. Kabri. ", I said returning
