The Forbidden Marriage

21•एकविंशतितमः

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मि•ना•क्षि
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MINAKSHI
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My psychopath of a husband is actually not a bad person, he apologised to me yesterday which was totally unexpected. I understand him very well and he is forced into all these and it's absolutely not his fault. If only my mother and his mother weren't best friends and promised each other that we the kids will marry each other to keep the Lineage intact.

After doing all the small chores I had, I went outside at the garden. I was too bored and I had no one to talk with, as everyone is busy with their work. I saw a bench and decided to sit there and enjoy the peaceful environment. If only I could merge with nature and never think of any problem, any consequence. I gazed at the bushes, the sunlight kissed the leaves and small wildflowers. I noticed something shining in between, I looked closely but couldn't understand so I moved closer and found a glass bottle, I picked it up and realised it's a bottle of alcohol with a hideous smell, it took me to the dark memory lane of my childhood.

I was ten years old and weak, I used to roam around the huge palace of Shiva kul laughing and playing. Everyone used to call me adorable, I was spoilt and pampered by my two caring brothers, although they used to live at gurukul and only came for summer and winter break but still whatever time I have spent with them was very precious to me.

I remember one day the palace was quiet and empty only there were few servents and guards were present. . . And that monster.

My parents went to attend a party, I didn't felt like attenting those posh and boring parties and chose to stay at home. I sneak outside my room, it was evening. The sun was setting behind the huge mountains, the servants were slowly lighting the candles, the smell of incense stick were present which were litten for the evening Aarti of Lord Shiva temple in our house. The musicians were playing Sarangi, Tabla and Beena. As my father says, raag Kalyan should be played during evening and that was what playing. I grabbed my skirt and started running towards the temple for some sweets, Prasad of Shiv.

(Aarti is a part of Hindu ritual where light is shown to the Gods and Goddesses) (Sarangi, Tabla and Beena are three Indian classical instruments) (Prasad are sweets offered to the Gods/Goddess)

But before I could reach my destined place I found a huge hand drag me inside a dark room and locked the door. I got scared and backed away to the window, the person who came closer to me I realised was Kumar ji, my bodyguard. But he wasn't looking normal his eyes were bloodshot, he was stinking with a pungent smell and he looked kind of scary.

"K-Kumar ji?"

He didn't replied and instead pull me towards him and my body crashed into his broad chest. He hugged me tightly and I felt like my body lost oxygen.

"Rajkumari.... ab ap kaha jayenge?" He asked in a eerily slow voice.

"Please let me go..." I softly requested.

"Did I catch you to let you go?" He asked. He threw me on the floor and hovered over me. He stared at me with a smirk. Just like how a predator would look at his prey after successfully catching it.

He stood up and opened his imported belt, he rolled it on his hands and started striking me with it. I yelped and screamed in agony with every painful strike, he never showed mercy he looked like a rakshas.