"Why always in a hurry, you girl? Huh? You can't escape from me. From the second you lost." His grip on her arm tightened making her wince arching her back. His dangerously husky voice sent shivers down to her spine still maintaining her anger on hi...
What is more awful thing than you don't know what is happening around. You are just restricted to know what you want to. You are avoided to know a reason. A reason which caused this war. You are tied up, dragged away like a captive from where you belong. You want to scream aloud and be free but you are forced to be silent.
This was the state of Damini's mind. She was no calm and her mind clouded with rage. She wanted to break out from the palanquin and fight again but she was helpless. Her hands and legs were roped tightly leaving marks so as not to be freed by her and her eyes were ready to droop in tiredness and stress but her conscious made her awake in hatred. Hatred towards him. The King. Feeling that something happened behind her back with carefulness that she is not known about it, Damini was being taken to Rajangarh as a maid or slave she is going to be as ordered. What she did not know that she had to.
Rajangarh, the name itself speaks of royalty, power and victory. The palace was decorated colourfull with drums and trumpets sounded the victory of war. Victory. What kind of victory was it without no prior meeting or any condition of having a dispute between kingdoms. Was Rajangarh so greedy to wage a war for power and expansion of his own kingdom? Such thoughts were running in Damini's mind igniting more anger in her.
She was dragged out of the palanquin by King Suryaveer as she protested aloud to not follow them. She tied to free from his hard grip on her neck and hair as he gave no eye to her protest all the way to maid quarters making every one give way to their majesty and an unknown girl who was handled by her hair and pushed into an empty room as she fell near the bed placed in one corner. He came near her fallen figure and stood looking at her in anger which she shared straight in his eyes.
"This is your place in my fort, a slave. Understood? And don't try to do escape or show your skills here otherwise it would be very difficult for you." He sneered at her holding her arm while his expression was in peak of anger looking scarry till core if not familiar with. Even now Damini was not afraid of him not a bit. She was more in rage than he was on her. King Suryaveer pushed her down with a force that she landed on the bed.
Before he took his leave he glanced at the door and called out.
"Tahseen."
There stood a lady, a beautiful woman in a different attire not like of Rajputs. A long embroidered kurta reaching her calves, a loose plain shining brown skirt and a heavy dupatta around her shoulder which ended up on top of her head like a scarf with maang and jhumar tika and other jewelry clad looking perfect Muslim woman. She walked slowly making her anklets jingle with a flirty smile on her face seeing at his highness then changed into a smirk when the King whispered something to her and left.
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"A new toy to play it seems. Where are you from... What do you say in your language.. chhori. Jawab de chhori.
Answer me, girl." Tahseen walked around the bed while Damini adjusted herself asking her in stern voice scanning her from top to toe and cringed at the end.
