The air had grown cooler, the sky draped in soft grey as the second day of the trip unfolded. But the real chill lay between Vikram and Shikha—a silence thick with unspoken thoughts, mistrust, and wounded glances.
Shikha stood in the palace veranda, arms folded across her chest, her eyes trailing Vikram from afar. He was by the stables, speaking to a caretaker, his posture relaxed but distant. The image of him smiling faintly at a child nearby should’ve warmed her, but all she could see were the words Raghav had whispered the day before.
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