Praise The Husband

Chapter 33

Sundari had been feeling unwell for days. The strange aches, the constant nausea, and the overwhelming fatigue had taken a toll on her. She had tried to push through it, dismissing it as mere exhaustion, but it persisted, growing stronger with each passing day. While walking in the garden, the dizziness she had been fighting against became too much. She felt her vision blur, and the world tilted around her. As she stumbled, her knees gave way, and she fainted, collapsing into Rudransh's strong arms.Rudransh, who had been watching her from a distance, rushed to her side just in time. Worry etched deep lines into his face as he caught her.

"Sundari! Sundari, wake up!" he called, gently patting her cheeks. Her face was pale, and her body felt unnaturally cold. When she didn't respond, panic surged through him. He scooped her up and carried her to his chambers, his mind racing with concern and fear.

He laid her on the bed and felt her forehead for a fever. He commanded the guards that rushed outside to find a healer. He could feel her heart still beating, but it was weak and unsteady.

The healer examined Sundari carefully, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. After a few moments, he looked up at Rudransh with a grave expression.

"My lord," he began, his voice filled with concern, "I believe that Sundari is not suffering from a physical ailment. Rather, it appears that she may be under the influence of black magic."

"What?" Rudransh stood up immediately. There was no doubt Rudransh was able to summon the shadows and instruct them to find the cause of Sundari's ill health. In a flash, the shadows dispersed from one another, searching for every possible place to hide.

Near a well, there was an abandoned doll with pins stuck in it, which had been lying on the ground for some time; the shadow picked it up and brought it to Rudransh.

Rudransh picked it up, his eyes narrowing in recognition. "Black magic," he muttered, examining the doll closely. It was a traditional voodoo doll, something he had only seen in ancient texts and heard of in whispered legends. The pins were strategically placed, corresponding to the locations of Sundari's pain.

He knew this was no coincidence.He summoned, Abhimanyu.

"Abhimanyu, look at this," Rudransh said, showing him the doll. "Who could have done this?"

Abhimanyu studied the doll, his expression growing more serious with each passing second. "This is powerful magic," he said finally. "Only someone with deep knowledge and access to the castle could have done this. It is not just a simple curse; it is a deliberate act of malice."

Rudransh clenched his fists, his mind racing. He thought of his mother, Vasishtha, and her longstanding disapproval of Sundari. Could she be the one behind this? The thought was almost too painful to consider, but the evidence was compelling. Determined to find out, he stormed towards her quarters, his heart pounding with a mix of anger and dread.

Rudransh stormed into his mother's chambers. Vasishtha's calm demeanor only fueled his rage.

"Mother," he began, struggling to keep his voice steady, "do you know anything about this?" He held up the doll, his eyes blazing with accusation. Vasishtha glanced at the doll, and for a moment, something flickered in her eyes—a mix of fear and defiance.

"Yes, I did it," she admitted coldly. She knew there was no point in lying. "That girl is a threat to our family. She is manipulating you, and she needs to be removed before she causes more harm."

Rudransh's anger flared, his voice trembling with fury. "You would use black magic against her? Against your own daughter in law?" His hands shook as he tried to contain his emotions.