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 squeezed her eyes as the bright sunlight fall on her face.
Her back ached badly as her eyes assessed her surrounding.
She found herself laid on the sand ground which had successful made her heavy attire fully soiled.
Chitra remembered her decision of spending some more minutes in the open surrounding but vaguely had any idea that how come she ended up sleeping there only.
Standing up on her feet, she dusted her dress and then made her way towards the only tent she was acquainted with.
She take slow and steady steps inside as facing Zahoor the first thing in the morning was the last thing she ever wished.
She exhaled and closed her eyes in relief when she found no traces of him on the bed or in the tent.
Taking out a fresh set of her clothing and jewellery from her trunk, Chitra decided to just change her clothes as finding any souce of water admist the sand dues was next to impossible.
Though she was sceptical but it was the only option she was left with.
So, without thinking twice she discarded her clothes.
• • •
Lust was clear in his eyes as he saw Chitrangada unhooking her blouse.
Though there was a wall of white satin curtain between him and her but still he was getting good glimpses of her white skin.
With the motive to unleash his desire, he moved forward to invade her personal space but halted when some distant voices reached his ears.
Not wanting to caught red handed, he decided to run away.
• • •
Chitrangada was terrified after hearing some movement.
She looked around fearfully but found none. Her pulse increased as Uneasiness gripped her heart.
"Hey Kanha!..." Chanting her almighty's name, she swiftly slipped into her fresh pair of lehenga.
• • •
"Shehzaadi.." A maid called when saw Chitra moving outside from the camp.
Her face just like the day before was covered with long veil not giving an ounce of her reflection.
"Ji." She acknowledged giving the maid her full attenetion.
"All our trunks are loaded... Just yours are left... So, please allow us to take your stuff too." The maid pleaded.
Nodding in affirmation, Chitragada guided the maid and the two other guards towards the way where her stuff was kept.
• • •
"Everything is sorted Zahoor. We are ready to leave." Hasan Ali informed his King with the arrangements of their departure.
But Zahoor paid no attention to him as his mind was lost in some parallel world.
Hasan shook his head. He knew where Zahoor was lost. He still couldn't overcome from his defeat.
"Chinta mat kariye Badshah hum phir se aayenge Amergarh aur tab isko hasil kare bagair nahi jayaenge yaha se." Hasan's words put a small smile on Zahoor lips as he appreciated him with a pat on his shoulder.
• • •
Chitrangada wandered her eyes around in order to capture as much of Amergarh as she could in her memory.
She could notice an unclear image of Amergarh fort where her family resided whom she was leaving beside for only all mighty knows for how long time.
"Fast." It was Zahoor's second warning but Chitra still didn't moved from her place.
Her eyes were still fixed towards the fort.
"Shehzaadi please come. The King is getting agitated." The guard requested not wanting to face the anger of the King.
Closing her eyes and letting the tears fall down freely on her cheeks, Chitra made her ways towards the palanquin.
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"Hum ja rahe hain." Chitra said to no one in particular when felt her palanquin moving.
