"No, that can't be... or... could it be?" As Shyama wrestled with these tumultuous thoughts, she suddenly realized she was already inside the car. What left her even more flushed was the undeniable fact that she still clung to Ram, even after he had released her quite some time ago.
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From that fateful day onward, a whirlwind of unknown feelings and emotions blossomed in her heart towards Ram, growing ever more intense as time passed. The surge of these feelings reached a crescendo when Ram's family stepped in to help her win the case, covering the lawyer's fees at Ram's insistence.
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Flashes of those fantastical stories her sister had shared long ago dancing vividly in Kamila's mind. Just Then-
**Ring**Ring**...**Ring**Ring** The phone rang.
"Hello?"
#Madam, the young master is arriving in 20 minutes.#
*He is coming!* Hearing this, All thoughts of the past events photo, black mailing and anger she have slipped away as Shyama shouted in her mind.
"He is coming! You go to the left section; I'm heading right. Wake those slackers up, line up them at the entry gate of the mansion in 5 minutes—he is coming!" Shyama exclaimed, urgency propelling her as she hurriedly donned her maid uniform and raced toward the right section, ready to kick some slackers on there faces.
*Huh? I'm saved? Yeah I'm saved!* kamila said in confusion then realisation and then jumped in cheers then started to run towards left section.
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Meanwhile, in the Himalayas
Day 5
A flickering fire illuminated a small wooden cabin. A boy with raven-black hair sat in a lotus pose, while a woman slept peacefully in the corner. The boy opened his eyes.
*Sigh... At last, I have reached level 5 chakra 1 awakener stage. Now I can harness this dense natural energy within this barrier. Initially, I pondered the reason behind my sudden loss of powers, but through meditation and careful observation of my surroundings, I realized that it's not that I cannot use natural energy to convert into chakra energy; rather, I struggle to control the overwhelming surge of energy output. This barrier isn't truly a barrier; it's merely a thick layer of natural energy enveloping this mountain and forest. The density of this energy has hindered my ability to wield my powers, although I can't communicate with vidyut my other self due to unstable chakra balance output energy.* Aashwit contemplated. Despite these revelations, communication remained elusive; he knew he had to meditate further to access his body and senses. With that determination, he returned to his meditation.
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Hours passed as the sun rose.
Sakura stirred from her slumber readied herself prepared to leave the cabin for her farming duties.
"Hey, please stop!" Aashwit's voice resonated from behind.
*I've been contemplating this for quite some time now, but I must confirm.*
"What?" Sakura turned around, confusion etched on her face as she tilted her head.
"Please," Aashwit implored.
*Sigh... What now? It's not like I'm going off to work or anything.*
"Come here," Aashwit gestured toward the floor.
*This boy is perplexing; sometimes he seems kind-hearted, yet at other times he acts so stubborn. And what on earth is up with his recovery speed? One night and all his injuries—ones that would take years for me to heal—are gone!* Sakura thought as she settled down where he pointed without further question.
"Now tell me if you can understand this: 'मेरा नाम क्या हैं।' Can you comprehend?"
Sakura simply shook her head.
*As I suspected, I've been communicating with her all this time through thought transmission. Due to the high natural energy around us, I hadn't even realized it was happening.*
"Miss Sakura, how many languages do you understand?"
*Why is he asking all this? Whatever.*
"…I understand three languages: Japanese, German, and English."
"So why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"
"Oh, nothing—I was just curious," Aashwit replied casually.
"Hm... b..." Before she could inquire further, Aashwit interrupted and shifted the topic.
"So you're from Germany? I assume you possess strong willpower like Germans do," Aashwit remarked thoughtfully.
"What?... No! I'm from Japan..." Sakura clamped her mouth shut with her hands, but it was too late.
That was all he needed to grasp her meaning.
"Hm... As I thought, you are indeed from Japan since Sakura isn't a common name here."
"You tricked me!" Sakura exclaimed in disbelief as she realized she had tricked by such a simple trick and inadvertently revealed too much due to his clever ruse.
*I didn't intend to; I merely wanted to change the subject... sigh, i'm * Aashwit thought with a hint of frustration.
**Snif**snif** Just as Aashwit was about to leave Sakura some space, a soft sobbing sound broke through the air.
Sakura sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, her head bowed low as only sobs echoed in the room.
Seeing this made Aashwit panic; he felt utterly helpless. *Wh... what? Am I really such an idiot?*
"Hey, Miss Sakura... please..."
"You tricked me."
Before he could finish his sentence, Sakura lifted her head and muttered in a tone filled with helpless sadness. Seeing her like this pierced Aashwit's heart with an unknown pain; sorrow began to dwell within him as he tried to approach her gently.
"I..." But she cut him off again and spoke through tears,
"Hah **sob**sob**guess**sob** it can't be helped; you're just like everyone else." Her eyes glistened with tears as she offered him the most genuine smile she could muster despite her heartbreak.
Witnessing this shattered something deep within Aashwit's mind; sorrow enveloped his heart like an iron weight pressing down on his chest. Unbeknownst to him, tears began streaming down his face as he gazed at Sakura's tear-streaked visage. The more he looked at her sorrowful expression, the more his heart raced with an unfamiliar intensity.
"Don't worry; I'm not blaming you or it's just triggered some not so good memories**sob**—don't worry," Sakura said softly through her sobs as fresh tears began to fall from her eyes.
Unable to bear seeing her tears any longer, Aashwit dashed toward her and enveloped her in a tight embrace.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry!!" Without pause, Aashwit repeated those words over and over again and again while holding her close against him tightly.
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