All Chapters of THE ROYAL TRIPLETS FINDING THEIR SOULMATES: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Looks like your hair wants to stay with me a little longer." Zian chuckled. "Even I want to." Emma said with a pout.As she attempted to disentangle her hair, Zian gently held her face, his fingers softly grazing her cheek. Their eyes locked, and in that intimate moment, the air seemed to crackle with an unspoken connection.Neither of them knew who moved first, the next moment, they were kissing like there was no tomorrow…Their lips met in a tender embrace, igniting a spark that seemed to electrify the air around them. Time stood still as they melted into the sweetness of the kiss, each moment filled with a rush of emotions they had long kept hidden.Emma's heart fluttered with joy as she felt Zian's warm touch, his gentle caress sending shivers down her spine. In that fleeting moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the warmth of their shared affection.But just as quickly as it began, Zian pulled away, his expression clouded with guilt. "I... I am sorry, Emma," he stam

Zian was impatiently waiting for Emma in the cafeteria. After dropping her at her apartment last evening, he had tried to call her a hundred times, but she didn’t attend any of those phone calls.“Hey, Zi.” Zada greeted as she took a seat across from him. Liam sat next to her.Zian frowned and looked at the cafeteria door to see if Emma was coming.“What happened?” Zada asked curiously.“Where is Emma?” Zian asked desperately.“She went home this morning. Didn’t you know? I thought you know..” Zada said.“Damn!” Zian cursed under his breath.“Uh oh! You two had some fight yesterday, didn’t you? That’s why she went home. I didn’t connect the dots. I did ask her why she was going home during a weekday. She just said some excuse and hurried out.” Zada explained.“Why did you both fight?” Liam asked and Zian looked away.How was he supposed to tell them what was the reason for the fight?“Zada, I am going to Greenwich. Will come back tonight hopefully.” Zian said and hurried out of the ca

Zian and Zahir stood in the art room of the campus, their eyes fixed on the canvas that Liam had presented to them. The painting was an abstract explosion of colours and shapes, and neither brother could quite make sense of it. They exchanged a weird glance, both trying to suppress their laughter."So, Liam, this... masterpiece is supposed to represent your love for Zada?" Zahir broke the silence with a sarcastic grin.“Yes, it is. Every brushstroke is filled with emotion and meaning." Liam, sensing the sarcasm, straightened up defensively. Zian raised an eyebrow, struggling to hold back a chuckle. "Really? Because all I see is a mess of colours. How exactly does this express love?" Zian asked curiously, trying to suppress his mirth.Liam took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "You see, love isn't something you can always define clearly. It's abstract, like this painting. The red symbolises passion, the blue represents calmness and trust, and the intertwining lines

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, the group reached their designated campsite. The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, casting a serene glow over the mountain. They had worked hard to get there, and now it was time to set up camp for the night.Liam clapped his hands together, rallying everyone. "Alright, folks, let’s set up the tents before it gets too dark. We’ve got four tents, so two people per tent."Zian nodded and looked at the bags. "Let’s get to it. We need to set up a fire too; it’s going to get cold quickly."Emma and Zian paired off, working together to pitch their tent near the centre of the campsite. Zada and Liam set up another tent nearby, with Izzy, Emil and Emily taking the spot just a bit further off. Zahir, who was clearly still brimming with energy, volunteered to help with everyone’s setup.As they worked, the first stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky. The tents were finally up, and the group turned their attention to gathering wood f

The morning light filtered through the cracks in the treehouse, casting a soft glow over the two figures entwined in sleep. Zahir was the first to wake, his eyes slowly focusing on the unfamiliar surroundings. He blinked, the events of the previous night flooding back to him. His arm was wrapped around Emily, their bodies pressed together for warmth, their clothes scattered around them.Zahir’s heart raced as he looked down at Emily, still asleep, her hair tousled and her expression peaceful. He felt a mix of emotions — confusion, regret, and a lingering desire that he couldn’t quite shake off. But before he could dwell on it, Emily stirred, her eyes fluttering open.Emily quickly realised the situation. Her face flushed as she noticed their dishevelled state, the remnants of their heated encounter evident. She sat up abruptly, pulling away from Zahir and reaching for her clothes.“This doesn’t mean anything,” Emily said, her voice haughty as she hastily pulled on her shirt, her movem