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Two years had passed since Atharva first set foot in the camp.In that time, he had learned all that the place could teach him the discipline of the body, the patience of waiting, the weight of steel in his hands, and the quiet understanding of when to strike and when to hold back.

War no longer felt distant or imagined; it had taken shape through sweat, wounds, and long nights of training.

Yet after the incident with Vikrant, something in him shifted.He stopped taking things seriously, treating drills and orders with a carelessness that did not match his ability.What once demanded his full focus now received only half his attention.Shaurya noticed it, understood it, and never questioned him aloud.He knew the reason behind Atharva’s change, the silence that followed his brother’s name.

Now, as they made their way back to Rajgarh, the road stretched ahead of them, carrying more than just distance.It carried unspoken thoughts, unfinished anger, and the certainty that whatever awaited them beyond the gates would demand more than skill it would demand resolve Atharva was no longer sure he possessed.

By the time they reached Rajgarh, dusk had begun to settle over the city.Without lingering, Atharva and Shaurya decided to meet their friends first.Word had already been sent ahead, and they knew Yuvansh and Devika would be waiting.

The old place remained unchanged, quietly holding years of shared memories.Yuvansh and Devika were already there, just as promised, their presence familiar and comforting.

Soon enough, Atharva and Shaurya arrived and stepped inside, the distance of two long years shrinking in that single moment of reunion.

Devika rushed forward the moment she saw them and wrapped Atharva in a quick, tight hug, as if making up for all the lost time at once. Atharva stood still for a second before returning it, a faint softness crossing his face.

Yuvansh, however, only leaned back with a crooked smirk and looked straight at Shaurya. He clearly missed him, but his pride and playful nature refused to show it.

“So,” Yuvansh drawled, eyeing him up and down, “they sent you away for two years and still couldn’t teach you how to greet? I was hoping distance might fix that.”

Shaurya then turned to Devika and, without a word, pulled her into a brief but warm hug. She laughed softly, already used to being treated like the pampered one of the group.

Only then did Shaurya glance at Yuvansh, his expression unreadable as ever.

“Relax,” he said dryly. “I missed you too.I just didn’t feel the need to announce it to the entire city.”

Yuvansh scoffed, clearly offended yet amused, and Atharva couldn’t help the faint curve of a smile as the familiar banter settled back into place.

They soon sat down together, the easy comfort of old company settling in.Conversation flowed naturally, slipping into updates and teasing remarks.Atharva asked about the new film Devika was working on, and her eyes lit up instantly.

“I’m playing the female lead this time,” Devika said with barely contained excitement.

“Can you believe it? No more standing in the background.”

Yuvansh leaned back with a dramatic sigh. “And here I am,” he added, “graciously accepting a second lead in another film.Apparently, the industry believes I’m too charming to be ignored."

While Shaurya chuckled,"but not charming enough to be trusted with the whole story.”

Devika glanced at him calmly.“That sounds… accurate.”

Devika laughed before continuing, “The premiere is next week.You both have to come. No excuses.”

Atharva nodded without hesitation. “Of course. We’ll be there.”

The night passed quickly, filled with laughter, shared memories, and familiar arguments that no longer felt heavy.By the time they stepped out, it was already late

They exchanged long goodbyes, promises to meet again soon, and then parted ways, each heading back to their own homes, carrying the warmth of the evening with them.

Atharva returned to the palace late at night, the corridors silent and dimly lit, everyone already asleep.Without disturbing anyone, he went straight to his room.After a long bath, he slipped onto his bed, exhaustion finally catching up with him.

Sleep, however, refused to come easily.His thoughts drifted to the girl he could not push out of his mind, her face returning to him with unsettling clarity.Staring at the ceiling, he made a quiet decision.

Now that he was back, he would look for her no more distance, no more delay.

The next morning, after Atharva woke up, he washed up and stood by the window for a while, his thoughts steady and decided.Then he called for his personal guard.

“Bhairav,” he said.

Moments later, Bhairav appeared at the doorway.Broad-shouldered and imposing, his presence alone was enough to silence a room. He stood there wordlessly, awaiting Atharva’s command.

Atharva told Bhairav about the girl he had met at his brother’s wedding and later at her sister’s engagement.He described her carefully her appearance, the way she carried herself, the quiet fire in her eyes that had stayed with him long after the celebrations ended.

He then asked Bhairav to find her.To learn who she was, where she lived, and anything that might lead him to her whereabouts.Bhairav listened without interruption, his expression unreadable, and gave a short nod, already prepared to begin the search.

Soon after, a royal guard arrived and informed Atharva that his father wished to see him.The message carried no room for delay.With a quiet sigh and clear reluctance, Atharva rose and followed the guard, his steps measured as he went to meet the king.

As Atharva entered the court, he greeted his father, who sat alone upon the throne, the vast hall unusually quiet.

The king’s gaze lifted slowly, sharp and displeased.

His voice cut through the silence, harsh and unforgiving.

“You returned yesterday, and yet I heard nothing from you.Have you forgotten your manners?” he said coldly.

“This carelessness will not help you become a king.And this is hardly the age to wander late into the night, especially in places where a king has no business being.”

The words lingered heavily in the air, carrying both authority and disappointment.

"You should not involve yourself in such matters, Atharva,” the king continued, his tone firm and unyielding.

“Learn to be responsible while you still have the time.”

Atharva listened to everything with a plain, unreadable expression.When his father finally fell silent, he spoke, his voice calm but edged with defiance.

“I don’t want to be king. I’ll live my life the way I choose.You can make anyone else the king.”

With that, he excused himself without waiting for a response.He turned and walked out of the court, the echo of his footsteps cutting through the stillness.

Moments later, he pulled his car out of the palace gates and drove straight toward the club, seeking the familiar company of his friends to drown the weight of the morning.

Days later,

It was the premiere night of Devika’s film. Atharva got ready and left for the venue, the city glowing with lights and anticipation.By the time he arrived, Shaurya and Yuvansh were already there, standing near the entrance amid the bustle.

Yuvansh spotted him first and grinned.

“Look who finally decided to grace us,” he said. “I was beginning to think royalty needed a special invitation.”

Shaurya glanced at Atharva, his tone calm.

“You made it.”

Atharva nodded. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Just then, Devika approached them, dressed elegantly, excitement shining through her confidence.

“You all came,” she said warmly. “That means everything to me.”

Yuvansh placed a hand on his chest dramatically.

“Second lead or not, I demand appreciation too.”

Devika laughed. “You’ll get it after the film.”

Shaurya added quietly, “You’ll do great.”

Atharva looked at her and said, “We’re proud of you, Devika.”

The lights dimmed soon after, and the four of them moved inside together, the night unfolding with applause, laughter, and the shared comfort of being exactly where they were meant to be.

As the film ended, the hall filled with applause. Devika turned toward them, nervous eyes searching their faces.

Atharva smiled first. “You were brilliant. Every scene felt real.”

Shaurya nodded in quiet agreement. “You carried the film effortlessly.”

Devika exhaled, relieved. “That means a lot, coming from you all.”

Yuvansh clapped exaggeratedly, stepping closer to her. “Brilliant? No, no she was dangerous. Half the audience forgot the story the moment you appeared on screen.”

Devika rolled her eyes, trying not to smile. “Focus, actor saab.”

He leaned in playfully.“How can I, when the female lead just stole my heart along with the spotlight?”

Atharva chuckled, while Shaurya shook his head slightly. “You never change.”

The group laughed together, pride and warmth settling between them as Devika basked in the moment she had worked so hard for.

After the premiere, they decided to keep the celebration simple and personal. Instead of joining the crowd, the four of them went back to their place.

As soon as they reached, Yuvansh kicked off his shoes and spread his arms wide. “Finally! No cameras, no producers, no fake smiles.”

Devika laughed, placing her bag aside. “This already feels better than any after-party.”

Shaurya settled quietly on one side, watching them with a faint smile, while Atharva poured drinks for everyone and handed them around.

“To Devika,” Atharva said calmly. “For owning the screen.”

They clinked glasses.Devika’s eyes softened. “To us,” she added.

“For still being here, no matter where life drags us.”

Music played softly in the background.Yuvansh soon turned it louder, pulling Devika into playful banter and laughter.Shaurya stayed back, amused, while Atharva watched them all feeling, for the first time in days, a sense of ease.

Just four of them.No titles, no expectations only old bonds, shared memories, and a quiet celebration that mattered most.

Shaurya raised his glass, his voice calm but steady.

“There’s something I should tell you.Soon, I’ll be appointed as the deputy Commander of the Royal Forces.”

His friends smiled, genuinely happy for him. Atharva gave Shaurya a brief nod of pride,while Devika clapped softly, her eyes shining with excitement.

Yuvansh burst out laughing, nearly spilling his drink.

“Oh God, we’re doomed,” he said between laughs.

“If a war breaks out, this man will just stand there in complete silence,and the poor soldiers will keep waiting for his command while he stares into the distance.The mute man in his silence.”

He laughed even harder, while Shaurya only shook his head, a faint smirk betraying him.

Yuvansh was still laughing when Shaurya suddenly grabbed a book from the nearby shelf and hurled it straight at him.

“Shut up,” Shaurya said flatly.

The book hit Yuvansh’s shoulder, and the room erupted again this time with even louder laughter.

Atharva watched their argument with a rare smile before speaking, almost casually,

“I’m in love.”

The words landed like a thunderclap.

Devika froze, eyes widening in shock as her hand jerked her drink nearly slipping from her grasp.

“What?” she blurted out, staring at him in disbelief.

Devika took a steady breath, quickly composing herself. Setting her glass down, she looked at Atharva and asked calmly,

“What exactly do you mean by that?”

Shaurya remained quiet, his expression unreadable he already knew.Yuvansh,on the other hand,wore a knowing smile,as if the thought had crossed his mind before.

Before Atharva could answer, Yuvansh leaned forward playfully and said,

“So am I, dear.”

Shaurya glanced at Yuvansh and said calmly, a hint of mockery in his voice,

“Poor girl… she has no idea what she’s getting into.”

Devika felt the truth sink slowly into her heart, heavy yet quiet.She had loved Atharva in silence, patiently, believing that when he returned from the camp, perhaps the moment would finally come.The happiness she felt seeing him again had carried that fragile hope with it.She had even gathered the courage to confess.

But fate spoke first.

He had always been generous with her warm, respectful, unchanged since their first meeting. That very gentleness guided her decision.She chose to step back, to remain only a friend, and to learn how to be content with his happiness. Loving him, she realized, also meant letting him go wit

hout bitterness, without regret.

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