She woke up gazing at the empty bed beside her feeling it's emptiness under her palm. The bed felt so cold.... And lonely. It was only two days here husband has went out for an important business trip yet why did she feel so empty inside. Sighing deeply she stood up from the bed feeling the cold breeze caress her skin making her shiver. As always he wasn't there to hold her hand and pull her back onto to the bed and cuddle with her. Though she pretended to be angry a small part of her felt happy and pleasured. After all, how can a woman not react to the touch of the man she loves in such a way. She took a whiff of his scent from one of his shirt and sighed again. Why did he have to go away? Even if it was only two days it was as if it was years. "I miss you my Raja" she said to herself slightly pouting her lips stuck out in an adorable pout. She released a deep sigh again probably for the hundredth time before walking into the shower to take a shower and get dressed.
After taking a shower she headed out a towel wrapped around her waist. She stepped into the dressing room and searched in her collections of many clothes and picked out one. A green sleeveless green kurti with a blue dupatta and a plazo pant to match with it. She tied her hair into a twisted hairstyle and left it open. She had a silver hanging earring on. Her beautiful almond eyes were decorated with kohl and her hair partition was filled with sindoor. She stepped out of the room to see many people rushing in and out of the mansion. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as she notices their panicked stares. She looks around in curiosity and slight fear. Mallamma rushed to her panting heavily her eyes brimming with tears. "Rani Sahabi. Rani Sahiba. Rocky Bhai" she said panting slightly and her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. "What about him Mallamma?" She said fisting her palm to keep it from shaking. "He" Mallamma says pausing before taking a deep breath. "He got shot" those three words send a shiver of dread down her spine. She rushed away to the crowd. Tears prickled her eyes as she saw her Raja laying on the bed surrounded by wailing people. Her throat tightened to a point where she couldn't breathe. She took a step forward with her trembling leg almost falling down as she saw the red liquid stain his cream colored coat. She kneel down beside him her tears now freely flowing down her eyes. She looked around in panic. "Enga andha doctor" she screamed in panic her eyes so red and teary that it scared the people. Seeing their innocent Empress on such a danger state scared them. "AVARE KUPIDINGA" she roared and the people furried away. She sobbed in panic turning her full attention to her Raja clutching his palm in her warm ones. She kissed the back of his palm panting in panic straight up having an anxiety attack. "You are going to be ok My Raja" she said but it was more to herself than him. "You are going to be okay" she uttered in a repeated chant. Soon after the doctor came to the mansion and entered the room where Rocky was laid. He ushered everyone out and though Rani was abundant she had to leave.
As she stood outside the room loud screams echoed through the mansion. It was her Raja 's. She clutched her ear in her arms to keep the noise away falling down on the floor sobbing.
Of course, here's an even longer version of the poem.
As she stands, time forever frozen,
Her heart shattered by her husband's torment,
Her very soul torn in two, by the anguish,
Wishing it was her suffering all this pain.
His agony, deep and vast,
Tears away at her very being.
Unable to do anything,
She stands and watches him suffer, helpless to end his strife.
The pain in her heart only grows,
As she remains frozen, unable to help.
She wishes she could take his pain,
But can only watch his torment escalate.
His tears, his pain, his suffering,
All etched deeply in her memory.
She yearns to free him of his strife,
But her own anguish keeps her from his side.
Her despair only deepens,
As she remains powerless to change his fate.
In this endless cycle, she remains trapped,
Watching and waiting, her heart only aching.
As her husband's agonized scream rings out,
Her heart is shattered once more by the sound.
The pain, the suffering, the torment,
It all comes crashing down upon her soul.
She feels her heart torn in two,
Wishing she could do something, anything.
But she remains frozen, unable to move,
Only listening as her husband's pain worsens.
Soon the screams die down and she looks up from her teary eyes. She felt relieved yet scared. The agony she was going through at the moment was unbearable. Why wasn't it her? Why did it have to be him? Why should he be the one suffering? Always. Why couldn't it be her? Rage filled her veins as she remembered the blood on his coat. Her breathing became ragged as she clutched her thaali in her palm her breaths coming out raggedly. Eyes turned red with anger and she grits her teeth.
Her anger rises within her,
Her heart aflame with a deep, burning rage.
The torment inflicted upon her husband,
Only feeds her fury and burning hate.
The man who caused this suffering,
Will feel her wrath, her vengeance.
No mercy will be given to him,
For the pain he has inflicted upon her loved one.She plots and schemes in her mind,
Imagining every possible way to make him pay.
Her heart burns with fierce determination,
To bring him the pain he so richly deserves.
No words of mercy or forgiveness,
Will leave her lips towards the man who hurt her husband.
She will not rest until he suffers,
As deeply as her beloved has suffered.
"Rani, like Parvati, lovingly cares for and supports her husband. But should he suffer a single harm, she changes, transformed into Durga, the fearless and vengeful goddess. Her love and devotion transform into unbridled wrath, and her protective nature becomes relentless retribution."
If it was really her uncle Adheera who was involved in the sufferings of her loved ones. Of her people. Most importantly her Raja. She would not hesitate to take his life by her own hands and sprinkle the soil of KGF with his blood. To let anyone know.... That nobody gets away with even laying a finger on Rani's Raja. He was her everything. Her soul. Her heartbeat and her one and only love...... And she WOULDN'T sit back and cry while watching him suffer. If there was a death for Adheera it would be by her hands. And there would be no clemency shown only callous annihilation
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