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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

As he lay in the quiet room, the gentle rhythm of the water fountain outside the window provided a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. Gradually, he felt a sensation urging him to open his eyes, despite the ache from the brightness of the room. 


With a slow, cautious movement, he blinked against the light until his eyes adjusted to the surroundings. 


Without turning his head to the sides, he felt the absence of the familiar weight on his hands. Tentatively, he lifted them to confirm, relief flooding through him when he found them free—a moment to savor the newfound freedom. 


Encouraged by this discovery, he gingerly attempted to move his feet, relieved to find that they too were unshackled. A sense of liberation washed over him as he realized the extent of his newfound freedom, filling him with a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty of his situation. 


His circumstances