The Power of Love

King's Desires

King Samrat's room was quiet, except for the sound of his heavy breathing as he lay in bed. He couldn't sleep, no matter how hard he tried. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Roop.He couldn't believe what had happened between them. It was a sinful act, but at the same time, it was the most thrilling experience he had ever had. Roop was so delicate and alluring, and he had submitted himself to Samrat's every whim.Samrat got out of bed, still naked, and walked over to the mirror. He looked at himself, admiring his own physique. He was a handsome man, with broad shoulders and chiseled abs. He knew that he had the power to seduce anyone he wanted.And yet, there was something about Roop that he couldn't resist. He felt a sense of ownership over the young prince, and it excited him to no end.Samrat walked back to the bed, where Roop was lying naked and vulnerable. He couldn't resist the urge to touch him again, and so he climbed back onto the bed and ran his fingers over Roop's smooth skin.Roop moaned softly, and Samrat smiled to himself. He knew that Roop was his now, body and soul. 

Days passed after the fateful night that Roop gave himself to his own father. Megh noticed that his elder brother was lost in his own thoughts and appeared deeply depressed. He tried to ask Roop what was wrong but was met with silence.

Meanwhile, King Samrat treated Roop with a surprising amount of kindness and tenderness. It was almost as if he was trying to make up for what he had done to his own son. The other courtiers and palace staff were also surprised by this sudden change in behavior.

Preparations for the Swaymvar were in full swing. The invitations had been sent to all the neighboring kingdoms and many princes had already replied, expressing their interest in attending the event. Some had rejected the invitation, citing other commitments or a lack of interest, while others had expressed their desire to attend but were not sure if they could find a prince who was more beautiful than a woman.

As the date of the Swaymvar approached, the palace was abuzz with activity. The palace staff worked tirelessly to ensure that everything was perfect for the event, while the courtiers made sure that the guests from other kingdoms were well taken care of. The anticipation and excitement for the Swaymvar grew with each passing day.

Roop's family took him to the Devi Maa's Temple for some rituals. They were all unaware of the horrible ordeal Roop had gone through at the hands of his own father. Roop felt lost and depressed, his mind filled with the memories of the night he was violated. He couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust and shame that consumed him.As they reached the temple, Roop's mother praised him for his purity, but little did she know that Roop had lost his innocence forever. Roop's sisters, who were supposed to be his confidants, were busy discussing the upcoming Swayamvar, unaware of Roop's inner turmoil.

Roop's mother, noticing his distant behavior, praised him for his purity and his dedication to the rituals. She said, "Roop, my dear son, you are so pure and devoted to the Devi Maa. I am proud of you, my child."But Roop didn't feel proud or pure. He felt like a fraud. He knew that he was no longer a virgin, and he felt like he had lost his worth as a prince. He couldn't bear the thought of his dream prince rejecting him because he was no longer pure.

After the rituals, Roop's family left him alone in the temple. Roop sat in front of Devi Maa's idol, his head bowed in despair. He couldn't shake off the memory of what had happened with his father, and it was tormenting him every minute of the day. 

Roop finally broke down. He cried and begged Devi Maa to take his life, to rid him of the shame and guilt that he was feeling. "I am no longer pure," he whispered, "I am not fit to be a prince, I am not fit to be anyone's husband. What is the point of living anymore?" 

The tears flowed freely down Roop's cheeks as he poured his heart out to the Goddess. He felt a deep sense of betrayal and disappointment, not just towards his father, but towards himself as well. How could he have let this happen? How could he have been so weak and vulnerable?