Abhi's story garden

THE FALLEN HEIR Abhi's story garden THE FALLEN HEIR The Fallen Heir Chapter IV — Whispers of Hope, Shadows of Power The dim stone halls echoed with the soft shuffles of bare feet as Seraphina entered the chamber where the other girls were kept. For the first time in days—perhaps weeks—there was a flicker of light within her. Hope. It was fragile, like a candle’s flame in the wind, but it burned. She was no longer alone. He was with her now. --- Meanwhile, in the palace courtyard, steel clashed against steel. A sparring session was underway between father and son. Sweat lined the brows of both men, but it was the younger who stood victorious—again. “You’ve learned a lot,” said his father, catching his breath. “I’m very happy.” “Happy?” he asked, lowering his sword. “You’re losing.” His father chuckled. “This... you’ll understand when you become a father yourself.” “Fine, but then tell me,” he asked with narro...

THE FALLEN HEIR Abhi's story garden THE FALLEN HEIR The Fallen heir ~ABHI SHARMA CHAPTER 3 :SHADOWS AND SPARKS Back in the capital, Kaelus was summoned home. His master received a scroll sealed with royal wax — the King had asked to see his son. Permission was granted for leave, and soldiers escorted Kaelus back to the palace. He had joined the military when he was ten, shedding his royal identity behind the cold iron gates of the training grounds. Here, rank was earned, not inherited. He was treated like any other soldier. Over the years, he became stronger — not just in body, but in discipline, in silence, in the hard-earned respect of equals. But his heart still remembered the girl. --- Seraphina attempted escape. Twice. The first time, the in-charge merely shouted. The second, she was locked in a dark cell for hours. The third time… she ran fast, almost unseen but not fast enough....

THE FALLEN HEIR Abhi's story garden THE FALLEN HEIR The Fallen heir ~ABHI SHARMA Prologue: The Forbidden Tale “Tell us the story, Grandfather... the story of the forbidden prince,” the children pleaded around the crackling hearth, their eyes wide with wonder. The old man, draped in weathered robes of faded maroon, stared silently into the flames. A log cracked. His wrinkled hand trembled slightly as he lifted the clay cup to his lips. “You know it’s forbidden,” he said after a pause. “The Emperor’s edict—no one is to speak his name. Not in song. Not in story. Not even in sorrow.” “But why?” one child pressed, his voice soft. “Was he... a traitor?” The old man's eyes shimmered, not from the fire. “No,” he whispered. “He was the truest son this kingdom ever had.” And so, he began. --- Chapter One: The Exile His name was Kaelus, son of the great King Aurelian. But no bird sang of him...

Companion on the Train Companion on the Train By Abhi Sharma Vatsal was getting late. He had recently transferred to a new town, and for the first time, he didn’t know the place he was going to. Usually, he was familiar with the routes. Today was different. He packed his bag and booked a cab. Vatsal was a clerk in a regional bank. The traffic only added to his delay. By the time he reached the station, the train had already left. He spoke to the station master, who confirmed it. The train to Varnika had gone. The station master asked, “Where do you need to go?” Vatsal replied, “To Varnika.” The station master advised, “There’s no direct train to Varnika from this station now. You can take a train to Gulban village and change there. If it’s urgent, that’s your best option.” “When will the train to Gulban arrive?” Vatsal asked. “9:27 PM,” he replied. Vatsal checked...