Norul Rahman
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A Royal Double Standard? Harry, Meghan, and the Pixelated Children Debate
The Confession It doesn’t take long for the Duke and Duchess of Sussex to find themselves back in the headlines—sometimes by choice, sometimes by circumstance. This time, the spark came not from Montecito, but from a seemingly innocent family moment shared thousands of miles away.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Confessions
Hollywood’s Cold Shoulder: Why Meghan and Harry Are Losing Their Shine
The Hidden Confession of Hollywood’s Elite Hollywood has always thrived on appearances, charm, and timing. It’s a place where friendships often last only as long as the cameras are rolling, and loyalty is traded for box office success or streaming ratings. For Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, the once-celebrated Duke and Duchess of Sussex, this reality is no longer theory—it’s personal.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Closed Door: Prince Harry’s Harsh Reality at Windsor
I have a confession: sometimes the sharpest humiliation doesn’t come in words—it comes when doors close in your face. That is exactly what happened to Prince Harry during former U.S. President Donald Trump’s visit to the United Kingdom. As William, the Prince of Wales, was escorted into a private meeting, Harry was reportedly blocked at the entrance. Security didn’t hesitate. His name wasn’t on the list, and his presence wasn’t welcome.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Confessions
Confessions from Windsor: How Silence Spoke Louder Than Words for Prince Harry
I have a confession: sometimes silence tells the sharpest story. That’s exactly what happened when former U.S. President Donald Trump appeared at Windsor Castle and offered glowing praise for King Charles III and Prince William—while leaving Prince Harry completely out of the script. No slip of the tongue, no oversight. Just deliberate quiet.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Confessions
The Banquet and the Concert
The castle glowed like a dream. Silver chandeliers hung above the banquet hall, their light falling on polished marble floors that had seen centuries of footsteps. At the center of it all stood Lady Eveline, dressed in a gown that seemed sewn from the night sky itself. On her head rested a tiara, its gems catching the candlelight and scattering it across the hall like fragments of stars.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Crown of Silence
The chandeliers glimmered like frozen stars as Lady Catherine stepped into the ballroom. The hush that swept over the crowd was immediate, instinctive. It wasn’t just her tiara, or the gown that seemed spun from moonlight itself. It was her stillness. The way she carried herself, the quiet command in her posture, the glow that didn’t ask for attention but received it all the same.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Prince Between Two Worlds
The rain had already begun to fall when Henry looked out the window of his California home. It was the soft kind of rain that reminded him of England—the misty drizzle that clung to your coat and made every field smell of earth and memory. He closed his eyes, and for a moment he could almost hear the bells of Windsor and the voices of cousins running through long corridors. For the first time in years, he allowed himself to admit what he had been avoiding: he missed it.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
I Owe You Nothing”: Prince Harry’s Silent Confession of Rejection
It wasn’t the sentence itself that crushed Prince Harry—it was the way it was delivered. Calm. Final. Stripped of affection. When King Charles looked into his son’s eyes and said, “I owe you nothing, son. In this life or after,” it wasn’t just a father turning away from his child. It was the head of the monarchy drawing an unbreakable line.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Butler’s Silence Breaks
For decades, he had remained in the background, his presence as discreet as the ticking of a palace clock. To the outside world, he was simply a servant — a butler in pressed tails who polished silver and poured tea. But inside the grand walls of the palace, he was something more. He was the keeper of whispers, the witness to secrets, the quiet custodian of a princess’s laughter and tears.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Prince Who Drew a Line
The palace gardens were quiet that evening, but the silence was not peace. It was the kind of silence that comes before a storm, heavy with all the words left unspoken. In the east wing, the heir to the throne stood before a window, his reflection caught between the glass and the twilight. For years, he had endured whispers, scandals, and betrayals. But now, his patience had burned down to embers.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Banquet of Shadows
The chandeliers of the Grand Hall shimmered like constellations, throwing golden light across tables draped in white linen and crystal. Musicians played softly in the gallery, their violins weaving a soundscape of grace and tradition. It was the kind of evening the kingdom loved to display to the world—an evening of elegance, power, and unity.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Return of the Fallen Princ
It was supposed to be just another gray morning in the kingdom. The palace guards stood at their posts, the bells of the cathedral rang in their steady rhythm, and the air was heavy with the usual mix of duty and silence. But then the whispers started. A carriage had been spotted near the city gates, and inside it sat a familiar figure—one who had sworn never to return.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
