(Prologue)
The whole palace had turned chaotic. Sadhana and Vihaan rushed through the hallways.
Rihit already had Nandini's head on his lap trying his best to bring her senses back.
Vihaan crashed down beside her and took her hands. Though Nandini's breathing was erratic he showed no signs of consciousness.
"Get the medic!" Vihaan shouted. Rajmata and Guru Chitrabhanu had just entered the palace from their tour for peace with their allies and happened to come home to a disaster.
Nandini had slipped down from a considerably enormous flight of stairs. A small wound had opened up by her temple from which blood flowed. Bruised were evident on her arms.
Not a soul knew what happened. They only knew one thing that it happened at the peak of the night.
Vihaan didn't know who it was. He didn't care. He didn't even think about what had happened.
Vihaan's accusing fingers pointed at Aradhya.
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