31 - KILLING HER SPIRIT

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ADITYARAO'S POV :-

" कितने समय से अचेत हैं येें ? "

"How long has she been out for ?"

"कुछ चार पहर से। "

"For like 4 hours now ." says the guard who had been keeping an eye on the princess .

" अंत्त:"

"Finally ..." I couldn't stop my feets from heading towards where the rumoured enchantress who had wooed the Warmonger Vazraksh Dev singh into worshiping her very existence .

Oh how pretty she was . Apsara ... I once heard people refering her as an angel. No objections . Her milky skin was something any man would want to devour , those delicate curves of her body prompted to have my hands on every inch of her . those long hair streaming down her waist were urging me to grab them in my manly fist .

Ahh.. Now I get it why ..

"Cough .." She slowly blinked her eye open .

"पानी.. "

" Water..." And her wierdly enchanting voice .. Somehow even her cracked voice seemed Intruging to me .

"प-पानी दें ह-हमें..। "

"G-give me s-some water...."

Tsk Tsk Tsk .

She looked at me ... Blinking as if her vision wasn't clear yet .

"आप सुन र-"

"Can you lis.."

"ओह राजकुमारी.... "

"Oh princess.." I said and she suddenly stiffened , I couldn't get my eyes of her every movement , Her eyes which scanned each of my facial features like remencising some past memory . A Hated memory.

"तुम.. "

"You..Cough! Cough" words left her but were caught in a cough . I stood up and grabbed a jug of water and came back to kneel in front of her . Looking up now , her face and clothes were smeared in dirt , Her eyes were reddish and swollen . She was pretty .

I caressed her ashened cheek and she suddenly jolted back. The way she eyed me made me feel as if we had met before, as if she knew me , and she didn't like it . And I didn't had it in me to make her like me .

I had her captive so that I could mess with Vazraksh's head , If I couldn't overpower him in in the wargrounds I'd rather do so in the grounds of life. Either by hook or by crook . And I don't myself as a coward for that . It's wittiness . I am an opputurnist .

"राजकुमारी.. "

"Princess.." I called and she drew in a long breathe of panic. Like a meek dear scared of it's hunter .
I shifted closer to her , taking her thin pale hands in mine , They were soft in mine .

"हे प्रिय राजकुमारी.. "

"Oh dear Princess..." It was so delightful to see her looking out for every words I uttered . I guess it was not unusual to be scared of your kidnapper .

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