💔 The Prince Who Forgot Love 💔 (Short Story)

 

💔 The Prince Who Forgot Love 💔

In the golden kingdom of Arawan, where the rivers sang through marble corridors and roses bloomed under moonlight, Princess Aditi of Veloura had married her childhood love—Prince Aditya Arawan, heir to the royal throne.

Their marriage was the stuff of legends—two hearts, bound not by duty but deep, soulful love. They would walk hand-in-hand in the palace gardens, read poetry in secret chambers, and dream of a world where love ruled over lineage.

But one fateful night, an ambush during a diplomatic journey changed everything.

Prince Aditya was found near death—bloodied, unconscious, and far from the caravan. He survived.

But his memories didn’t.

He remembered his duties, his kingdom, his training—but not Aditi. Not their love. Not the promises whispered under stars.

Aditi stood in the grand durbar hall the day he returned, her heart trembling as he walked past her like she was a stranger. No flicker of recognition. No pause. Just a polite nod, as if she were one of the many royals in the court.

The Queen Mother ordered her to "give him space." The royal advisors whispered that maybe it was time to annul the marriage. The nobles looked at her with pity.
But Aditi refused to leave.

“If he has forgotten our love,” she whispered to herself, “then I will help him fall in love with me again.”

Aditi became a silent guardian of his days. She waited outside sword training grounds with cool water. Left his favorite books in the library corners. Played his favorite raag on the veena every twilight.

Slowly, Prince Aditya began to notice her. “You always appear,” he said once with a curious smile, “like my shadow.”

Aditi smiled back. “Or perhaps I was always your light.”

But their growing closeness drew eyes.

A mysterious masked figure began targeting Aditi—an arrow narrowly missed her during a temple prayer. A poisoned letter was slipped under her chamber door. A trusted maid vanished.

Behind the royal glamour, someone wanted her gone.

She began to suspect the court physician, who had attended Aditya right after the accident… the same man who had exclusive access to the prince's care.

One stormy night, Aditi followed the physician to the hidden archives below the palace. There, she discovered a letter—a confession.

"The prince had remembered. But I made sure he didn’t. I could not let love stand in the way of the throne. His love for her was his weakness."
—Dr. Rajan Khatri.

Tears streaming, Aditi turned to flee—but someone had followed her.

It was Aditya.

He had seen her slip away from the banquet. Curious, he’d followed—and overheard everything.

His eyes met hers in the torchlight. Confused. Broken. But something flickered in them—recognition, maybe… or the first sparks of memory returning.

“You… you were the girl from my dreams,” he whispered.

Aditi stepped forward slowly. “I was the girl who waited. Who loved. Who never stopped.”

And in that moment—through the betrayal, the fog, and the storm—Aditya remembered.

Epilogue:

Months later, the kingdom celebrated a second royal wedding—this time, not out of alliance, but rediscovered love.

And in the palace gardens, where jasmine danced in the wind, Aditi and Aditya walked hand-in-hand again. Not as strangers.
But as lovers who had conquered time, lies, and fate itself.

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