Under the King's GAZE || MaNan

Prologue

Tired from herself, As soon as she sat on the floor for having her lunch, tugging her thick braids on her left shoulder, she felt a piercing pain on her butt. Breathing hard and harsh, she took the cold cracked milk near her lips. She always despised the smell of boiling and cracked milk, always and now she didn't even had the audacity to feel. Woman like her aren't supposed to have a feeling.

With a THHUD force against the back of her skull, the cracked fragments of the milk spilled and stunk the floor. Her hair were clutched hard and grabbed so extensively that she felt her head muscled stretch peeping out anytime claiming her dead.

"You Muddy blood! Fuc*ed up whore! Didn't I tell ask you keep this bloody shit away from my house?? Now look how I burnt it to the core. You should definitely cook it for my dinner. Ahahahahahahaha"

And the next moment what she saw, took her sanity away. It took her sensibility away. It took her life away!

Robotically running towards the lifeless, she happened to slip at the milk earning a painful horrible slap on the back of her head. Yet again.

"IS THERE ANYTHING, A WORTHLESS LIKE YOU CAN EVER DO?"He loosened his belt and went for the ghat to bathe.

"IS THERE ANYTHING, A WORTHLESS LIKE YOU CAN EVER DO?"

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He was the essence of GOD for the people of Maha-Rameshwaram; he tamed the oceans, he moved the mountains, he claimed the skies, he burnt the fire and gulped the ashes.

His aura was that of one, unimaginable. Dominance would shy off its essence, if we called him to be dominant. He defied all boundaries rather created his own. Can someone ever tell him what to do and how? Does he know that they all out there are badly traumatized by his mere ---- breathing! But he is the definition of principles which has kept the world safe. 

The more he respected 'what it is to be a woman', the more he detested any of them in his life. 

...... a-and trust me I don't know which contagious spheres and black powers of our astrological signs ignited the barbaric thunder in his chest as soon as his brown orbs were covered by her SLIGHTEST fading reflection that soon disappeared in the hues giving him a tight gut breaking push that he questioned his worth.

His mind got trapped, his tongue got stitched, his throat got parched, his heavy rigid body left its balance and all he could take was her.

AND BLOODY THAT WAS WHAT - (A MERE REFLECTION OF) A WORTHLESS CAN DO.

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