CHAPTER 1

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"Every family of Balrampur must offer a member of there family to the palace , as a peace offering and the sign of utmost Obedience to their new king ,MAHARAJ VIKRANT DEV RAI " This was it . It changed everything.This decree of the king created a havoc in every single family of Balrampur expect one , Aarohi's . It was obvious who will be send as the slave to the king's palace . The unwanted and orphaned Aarohi .

"Nobody wants you here , Thank god this burden is removing herself from our life , first she ate her parents and now has been leaching on us for the past ten years ." taunted her aunt .

"Don't worry mom she is going to the palace , that would be punishment enough for her , we all know about Vikrant Dev Rai . He destroys the women he gets his hands on , there's nothing left of them when he's done with them . People shiver just hearing his name, being dead is better than being a slave for him." snobbishly commented her cousin sister .

"Good , the bitch deserves this "said her aunt . This bought tears to Aarohi's eyes who was listening to the conversation while hiding in the kitchen . She always thought the worse has been said and done to her and nothing can hurt her anymore but she's was proved wrong once again .

" Aarohii , where is the tea ?" screamed her aunt ." you feed the bitch for ten years but there's no sense gratitude, lazy and useless .

"Sss Ss Soryy aunty , I was making pakora for Riya didi , she asked for it , I am sorry I will bring the tea right now ".

Her aunt slapped her right across her face ," always with the fucking excuses , this bitch is getting lazy , she needs to be punished."

" Riya bring me the belt . She needs to learn her place . "

"Nooo aunty not the belt please aunty , forgive me . I won't make mistake ever again , please aunty .""Not another word , give me the belt Riya .

" SMACK,SMACK, SMACK

"AHHHHHHHHHH, PLEASE NOO , PLEASE NOO AUNTY , NOO MORE FORGIVE MEE, I AM SORRY

."smack smack .......

AHHHHHHHHHHHH....NOOOOO She fainted .

"Get the fuck up right now and bring me a cup of tea , right now ," snarled her aunt , nudging her body with her feet .

Aarohi dragged her bloody and beaten body to the kitchen .

Aarohi  has heard stories , stories about the merciless and cold king , the stories that were wishpered at dead of the night .  He has captured all the province of Bharat. Cloaked in regal armor adorned with ominous symbols, the powerful King who has seized all the provinces of Bharat exudes an air of both dark majesty and danger. His gaze, cold and calculating, mirrors the vast territories under his control. The once vibrant provinces now bear the scars of his conquest, shrouded in an unsettling gloom. His rule is enforced by a legion of fiercely loyal warriors, clad in armor as dark as the monarch they serve, creating an atmosphere of oppressive might across the captured lands.
Aarohi  was shivering Thinking  about  him . She was terrified.

  




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