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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The door of Chitrangada's new chamber swang open, revealing a highly annoyed Zahoor.
He was raging in anger since the moment Shaukat told him that Chitra has decided to stay in his deceased mother's room.
"Get up you filth." He shouted while taking predatory steps towards the bed where she was sleeping soundly.
He yanked her up grabbing her arm in his tight grip.
She got frightened with the sudden disturbance.
Her eyes wide opened with fear as Badshah's fuming face came in her view.
It was the first time in all the days that Chitrangada had come face to face with Zahoor and she was terrified from him was an understatement.
Chitra opened her mouth to say a word but Zahoor beat her to that.
"Don't you dare." He warned, gripping her face in between his fingers, making her wince in pain.
"When you were clearly instructed to stay in the left wing then with whose permission you came here?" He questioned.
His eyes boring into hers.
Chitra gulped. She was still in his hold.
"I need no.. no one's permission... I am the Princess... I will do whatever I want." Gathering all the courage, she mused trying hard to not to stutter.
"Oh... Princess." Zahoor let out a humorless laugh. He took a few steps away from her.
His eyes scanned the so called Princess standing in front of him.
She appeared meek but her words and confidence were defining opposite.
"Then sorry to burst your happy bubble meri jaan... But now you are in my territory and here you'll do as I say." His voice sounded utter sugary but Chitrangada well knew it was anything but sweet.
"So, be obedient... And move out from here." Zahoor said in his calm and dangerous tone and turned around to leave.
He was sure he had threatened her enough but halted when heard her next words.
"I won't go to that wing. I know it was for your concubines which for sure I am not." Her eyes were challenging.
Zahoor looked down at her seething in wrath.
She was testing his patience at every damn second.
He yanked her dupatta in fury which was pinned in her hair.
Chitrangada yelped in pain. Few strands of her hair also pulled out along.
"Shup up." he roared with an animalistic rage in his eyes.
"Remember, you are forcing me to do this." Saying so, Zahoor started dragging her.
Chitrangada was wailing in ache.
Her right hand instinctively reached out to his to free herself.
But her action had no effect on Zahoor rather his grip became more firm on her hair.
Everyone gathered around the corridors and steps to have the glimpse of the ongoing commotion but no one dared to intervene... To stop Zahoor... To free the poor soul from him who was crying hysterically.
After few rounds and turns, Zahoor finally released Chitra and throw her down on the square tiled flooring of Rakhel Khana (A big hall where all Concubines of Zahoor resides).
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