[Aditya's POV]
The question hung in my mind, a silent query I couldn't quite answer. The confusion of my own feelings, the intensity of the situation, and the vulnerability we had both shared made it difficult to discern where I stood. Had I crossed a line, or had I merely offered the comfort she needed?
Princess Amba's hand was still warm in my mind, and I realized how important it was to her, this fleeting moment of kindness. But the growing complexity of our relationship weighed on me as well. My promise to be there for her, to support her in this uncertain journey, had been sincere, but I wondered if it was creating more confusion than clarity.
I studied her face—her flushed cheeks, the vulnerability in her gaze—and a new wave of protectiveness swept over me. I hadn't meant for things to feel this complicated. I simply wanted to be there for her, to help her regain the strength she had lost.
