Night. The palace terrace. Desert winds, moonlight.
He speaks softly, to himself.

"Mujh se pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na maang..."
Once, I thought love was a tale sung by birds, painted in colors too soft for a man who wore steel and silence.
I ruled, I commanded, I conquered.
But I never lived. Not truly.

And then... you came.
No silk, no crown. Just honesty in your voice and warmth in your touch.
You didn't bow to the king. You spoke to the man-
And for the first time... someone saw him.

You didn't try to fix me.
You simply stood beside me, and somehow, I became better.

So no, don't ask for the love I once knew.
Because with you, I've found something rarer.
A love that doesn't shout-it stays.
A love that makes a king want to be a man...
Only yours.
Vihaan Singh Raghuvanshi

Cyaaa;)