As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the horizon, Sanjh sat in the dimly lit chamber of the royal palace, her heart a tempest of emotions. She could still feel the lingering touch of the younger prince's aggressive hands, the way he had claimed her with force, leaving behind a trail of humiliation that clung to her like a second skin. The ornate walls, adorned with intricate tapestries, felt suffocating, closing in on her as her thoughts spiraled back to Surya. "What would he think of me now?" she whispered to the emptiness around her, her voice barely audible.

Sanjh's mind raced with memories of their fleeting moments together—the laughter, the warmth of his embrace, the promises that had felt so tangible before everything had shattered. She had clung to hope, believing that love could conquer all, but now, entangled in the web of royal politics and desire, she felt like a pawn, stripped of her autonomy.