The Demon's Kiss (Abhiya Version)

Chapter 7

(Still in flashback...)
(Piyali's POV)

He didn't come back after that night...my marriage was tomorrow. I waited each night for him, sitting by the window. But nothing. I forced myself to go to bed each night, crying till my eyes were red and swollen.

(The next day...)

The palace was glowing with happiness and excitement over the preparations for the wedding. My parents looked so happy. A smile formed on my lips after a long time seeing them smile. Maids came to my room and helped me get ready for the big day. Prince Danish was soon to arrive with his family. I sat on the chair like a statue, staring blankly into the clear mirror. Time went by quickly, as I found myself dressed completely like a bride. But only a smile was missing. Mother came to see me. She had a new glow on her face after seeing me in my bridal attire. She cupped my face with her hands and kissed my forehead.

"My daughter looks lovely today..." She stroked my head.

"Thank you mother...." I said, my voice sounding low.

I dismissed the maids after mother had left, then I sat down on my bed, twirling the rose in my fingers. It looked more lovely today. The red color had deepened and a beautiful fragrance was surrounding it. I went back to the mirror and tucked it neatly in my hair.

The music from down below increased in volume at the arrival of the groom. I took a peek from the door. Surely enough he was down there with his family. I quickly shut the door and leaned back against it. This was it Piyali....this was it.

I was taken downstairs to the altar....eveyone was blushing and happy to see me descend down the stairs. Prince Danish was watching me. He gave a small smile. I was brought before him, and the rituals began. Then suddenly I felt a cold sensation touching me. It remained there for a while, while I tried to ignore it. It reminded me of Abhay....I didn't want to create a scene in front of everyone.

I liked around the room to distract myself, but they were behaving awkwardly. Many were holding their heads in pain, and soon they sank to their knees. Then succumbed to unconsciousness. Only the two families, mine and Danish's, were still conscious. We were all paralyzed with fear. The lights went out, and then a tall figure stepped into the room. It took only a few moments to tell who it was. Abhay.

He stepped forward with a wild smirk on his face.

"I'm back my princess." He blew me a kiss. "Won't you welcome me, your highness?" He bowed mockingly.

They all watched him approach us with fearful expressions. My parents especially. Suddenly a sword handing from the wall levitated into the air, making its way into Abhay's open hand. He clutched it tightly and smirked. Then he looked at Danish, who was now trembling in fear.

"Let's have some fun, shall we prince?" He laughed. Prince Danish suddenly flew back against the back wall. The wall began to crumble under such force. His parents tried to move towards him, but an invisible barrier stopped them. In fact, even my parents and I were trapped.

Abhay shot his empty hand out towards Danish. His arms began to move accordingly to Abhay's hand movements. He watched over to him and placed the sword in his hand. Danish couldn't fight it. Abhay forced his hand shut. He gained control of Danish's body and stood him up. He then poised the sword at his neck, ready to slit his throat.

"Once you are out of the way....Piyali will be all mine." He said.

"Let....go.....of...me...." Danish stammered. He tried with all his strength to break free of his control.

"I will....once your heart stops." He said.

The sword began to cut into his throat. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. I tried to move but couldn't. He had stopped everyone.

"Abhay please don't kill him!"

"It's too late princess....these people have separated us long enough." His voice was filled with anger.

He took steps back, lifting Danish into the air. The sword was still on Abhay's control. In a split second, the sound of the sword filled the room. And all Danish's dismembered body fell to the ground, his head rolled to the side.

I closed my eyes....not able to handle the sight. His mother had fainted at the sight of her dead son. I tried to move again, this time succeeding. I was the only one that could move now. Abhay took my hand.

"You're coming with me my princess. You belong to me, forever."

"No...Abhay...."

"You don't get to say no princess. You only belong to me. I only have a right on you."

Mother began to scream curses at him. He got annoyed and put them into unconsciousness as well. Soon we were the only two left in our senses. Then suddenly a dark shadow formed behind us. Two men appeared from it.

"Abhay!!!" A large, booming voice was heard. "This is unacceptable!!! Falling for a mortal, a human girl. You shall be punished for your deeds."

"How do you plan on doing that?"

I felt a cold sensation again, but it felt more dark, more sinister. I was pulled back to the wall. A man was holding me, snickering at Abhay. His hand went over my bosom, and a painful sensation was created, like my heart was being crushed. Abhay's expression contorted into an expression of anger and worry.

"Get your hands off of her!!!" He roared. His crimson eyes glowed bright in anger.

"Only if you come with us....otherwise I shall kill her right here."

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. My chest was filled with pain. The grip got tighter, as my body jerked in painful motions.

"Alright..I'll go with you...!" He growled. "Now let go of her!" He said.

The grip was released. I fell to the floor, gripping my chest painfully. I watched horrified as they took Abhay with them. They all disappeared into the dark shadow. Tears spilled again from my eyes. I would never see him again.

I heard a groaning from behind. It was the queen, Danish's mother. I turned my head to meet her spiteful gaze.

"You! You did this! You cursed girl!" She hissed. I shook my head wildly. She staggered towards the bloodied sword, and carried it back with her. She poised it at my stomach.

"You killed my son! I won't spare you!" She spat. Everyone had slowly regained consciousness, but only to see this scene. My parent gasped at the sight.

"No!!!!!" They yelled. But it was too late. The sword had plunged into my stomach. I saw my blood before falling to the ground. A bright light shone, and my eyes closed....

(Abhay's POV)

They imprisoned me in hell....kept me isolated. But I would come back soon...my princess would be waiting for me.

"I'll be back soon my love, to reclaim your heart as mine."

(FINALLY BACK TO PRESENT DAY!!)
(Piya's POV)

I jerked awake from the dream, or nightmare. I was sweating profusely. I drank some water and took some deep breaths. What the heck was happening? Me, a princess, in love with a demon?!?!? This Abhay Raichand...... the same Abhay from my past life? Was this life of mine even real!? I looked at the necklace dangling from my neck. I hadn't taken it off after the party....didn't know why. It was causing this......as it pulsed with an eerie dark glow. I quickly removed it and threw it into a corner. No way did I want that thing near me....I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. I needed to get to the bottom of things....and soon....