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His life takes a turn for the better.

Prologue
Could it be that he knows, and that's why he...?"
The life of secrets, betrayal, and firm
In the midst of being lonely some days, Karalana takes a turn in life for the better.
Karalana's mind was a swirling tempest of memories.The weight of his mother's death hung heavy on his shoulders—a tragedy that had shattered his world. Though the accident had been beyond his control, the blame was inescapable.
One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the mountains, he met Sharisha. Her presence was a gentle breeze that momentarily calmed the storm in his heart. The two shared a secret beneath their imaginations, their whispered words forming an unbreakable bond.
As time passed, Karalana couldn't deny the growing connection between them. In Sharisha, he saw not just a refuge from his past but the promise of a brighter future. And so he made a decision to be by her side: he would keep his mother's death a secret from her; it was a lie born out of love.
In the glittering city of Smokey Valley and with unfamiliar faces, Karalana's trust issues deepened like a chasm in his soul. Surrounded by the wealthy elite, he felt like an outsider, a mere spectator in a world where people wore masks of politeness and privilege.
When every smile seemed to have hidden agendas. He couldn't help but wonder if, in this world of opulence, genuine connections were a rarity. The memories of his cousin's past betrayal and the weight of his tormenting memory only fueled his suspicion of everyone he met.
Yet, amid this sea of unfamiliarity,Sharisha remained his anchor. Her unwavering support and genuine affection were the glimmers of light in his darkening world. With her, he dared to believe that trust could be rekindled, even in a city where wealth and facades seemed to rule.
The unexpected marriage of Karalana and Sharisha sent shockwaves through Sanka and Abisai's circle of friends.

BLOOM OF UNSPOKEN LONGING

The scene outside the prison was serene, with the sunlight casting its golden glow upon the trees and a gentle breeze rustling their leaves. 


The guards, energized by the shift change, went about their duties diligently, while the female officer arrived to begin her daily routine. 


"Go check the cell before you leave," she ordered one of the guards. 


"Of course," he responded dutifully, and within minutes, his urgent voice pierced the air, sending a ripple of alarm through the prison. "Hey! Hey, come over here! He has passed out; hurry!" 


His cry echoed through the halls, prompting whispers among the inmates about another potential tragedy in the unforgiving confines of the prison. 


"What is it? Why did you scream like that?" another guard inquired as he rushed to the scene. 


"It's Karalana. He's not moving. He bled himself to death, I'm afraid," the first guard replied, his voice filled with urgency. 


After a visit