When the beloved Princess of Amergarh was forced by the circumstances to marry the Badshah of Baghdad, she vowed for revenge.
But little did the Princess know was that the desired revenge of her would only turn her into one she despises the most...
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Chitrangada had no idea where she was taken by the guards untill they stopped outside a lavish tent and asked her to go inside.
She obliged them with a slight nod and moved ahead.
She elegantly shifted her veil over her head only after being confirmed that she was alone in that confined space.
She rotated her gaze around and was mesmerized with its decor.
The place had white curtains all around with a king sized bed placed in the mid.
The right side was occupied by a large oval shaped mirror whereas a table with several maps scattered on it was laid on the left most corner.
Two lamp posts were placed on each side of the head rest.
She felt eager to check on the papers spread on the wooden surface but controlled her temptation giving into the fact that it just being ten minutes of her in the enemy's territory and she needed to act wisely.
Her day went by inside the tent only.
No one asked her to come out neither she took the initiative.
And a part of her was glad for the same as facing Zahoor at the moment was the last thing she wanted to happen that day.
So, not finding any other option to divert her mind ... Chitra slumped on the fluffy bed with the intension of sleeping but it also seemed far away as after tossing right and left for few minutes her stomach started growling.
The inner sound made her realise that she hadn't had anything since the morning.
Her eyes cast around in search of anything... something... atleast a basket of fruits but seemed like her luck was also not in her support as there was none.
Disheartened Chitrangada closed her eyes. She knew her journey here... With Zahoor... In his territory... would be difficult but didn't have the idea that it would start this soon.
Zahoor, on the contrary emerged himself in the preparations of next day's departure.
His fighting force... his trunks... his attendants... All were ready to leave the place except his heart.
His heart was not at peace. It was his first defeat... the first time his dream shattered... the first time he had to return back like a coward without marking his desired state... The Royal Amergarh... In his name and that too because of a WOMAN.
His nostrils started flaring in anger. The nerve of his forehead was throbbing furiously.
In long strides he made his way towards his portable shelter and entered inside sliding the curtains.
Admist the darkness outside, the inner part of the tent was glowing with the orange light of the lamps and in the midst of that brighness Haider could notice a small figure on his fluffy bed wrapped under a heavy woolen blanket.
Her soft snoring was a clear indication of her deep slumber.
Zahoor's blood boiled. After snatching his sleep... His calm... His dream... How could she be at peace?
He took long strides in her direction and in no time the double sized blanket was seen on the ground.
Chitra who was in a foetal position got startled with the sudden commotion and sit back straight.
Her fearfull eyes collided with his raging ones.
Zahoor stood captivated.
Her eyes were beautiful...
For a split of second... something... A tiny bit... Change flickered in his eyes but soon he masked it with anger.
"Get down." He roared.
Chitrangada was spellbound. Her limbs appeared jammed. She couldn't blink. Her heart was beating with erractic speed.
"Are you deaf. Can't you listen. Get down from my bed this instant." His high pitched voice shook Chitrangada's inside.
She immediately adjusted her veil over her face and stepped down from the bed.
Moving aside and standing in the corner of the canopy like a mannequin she was in a contemplating situation.
She had no idea where to move... What to do... Where to go... Who to ask... She felt confused.
Her honey brown orbs widened when Zahoor slipped out off his black kurta after discarding his maroon overcoat on the near by leather couch.
His bare broad shoulders and stark naked back was throughly in front of her.
Zahoor could feel Chitra's penetrating gaze boring holes on his back but he was least affected by it.
He surpassed Chitra's freezed form while moving swiftly towards his temporary throne... A huge leather chair which was adorned with velvet from the top.
He clapped twice and the next second two ladies... One with a round plate in her hands and other with a silver jug, entered inside.
A bronze bowl was placed beside the throne which caught Chitra's attention only when Zahoor washed his hands in it.
Soon the food was served and cloches were raised by the maids making the aroma of dishes dispersed around.
Chitra gagged on her saliva as her eyes couldn't bear the sight of Zahoor eating that piece of meat ever so mannerlessly.
She moved out taking the hasty steps. Her beautiful eyes flooded with tears.
When Chitra decided to move into Zahoor's territory, she was filled with confidence... The confidence of defeating Zahoor Ali Khan... But within few hours only that determination of her seemed deteriorating.
Her body felt weak partially because of all the emotional damage and partially cause of lack of food.
"You need something?" A passing by guard asked making Chitrangada startled.
"No... No." She stammered.
"Then you must move back in as it's not safe outside." The guard informed and again started his patrolling.
Chitra wanted to mock. She'd rather be safe in the sand dunes of her Amergarh then inside the camp... in the company of that monster.
Zahoor who was standing at the threshold of the tent was assessing Chitragada's each action.
His heart felt at peace when her form shook indicating her hyper crying.
"Welcome to the hell Princess." He mumbled while licking the remnants of chicken gravy from his fingers.
