'Not all stories end with a happy ending'
When a fierce 21st-century CEO crosses paths with a powerful King from the 15th century, their worlds collide with passion that defies time itself.
He is driven by selfishness; she is his very obsession.
He...
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"आह, रुद्र। अभी भी सत्ता के लिए लोभी, आप वास्तव में कभी तलवार नहीं चला सकते, क्या आप कर सकते हैं?" A man taunted, his was covered with blood from head to toe.
["Ah, Rudra. Still grasping for power, you can never truly wield a sword, can you?"]
Rudra clenched his sword tighter in his hand, the endless memories flooded in his mind, "तुम क्या चाहते हो?" he sneered
["What do you want?"]
The man's ethereal figure flickering with hatred. "मैं आपको आपकी कमजोरी, आपकी असफलताओं की याद दिलाना चाहता हूं। मैं आपको शाप देता हूं कि आप हमेशा अपनी पत्नी के प्यार के लिए तरसते रहें। यदि आप कभी पाते हैं, तो यह हमेशा आपसे बच जाएगा। उसी तरह तुमने मुझसे मेरा राज्य छीन लिया।" The man's laughter echoed through the empty court.
["I want to remind you of your weakness, your failures. I curse you to forever yearn for your wife's love. If you ever find, it will always find an escape from you. The same way you took away my kingdom from me."]
Rudra's eyes blazed with rage as he pulled his sword from his waist. "अब और नहीं! आपका शाप अब समाप्त हो गया है!"
["No more! Your curse end now!"]
The man laughed cruelly. "तुम मुझे मार नहीं सकते, रुद्र। मैं तुम्हारा एक हिस्सा हूं, तुम्हारी आत्मा पर एक दाग है। तुम चाहो तो भी मेरा खून तुम्हारी रगों में दौड़ता है, तुम कुछ नहीं कर सकते।"
["You cannot kill me, Rudra. I am a part of you, a stain on your soul. Even if you want, my blood runs through your veins, you can't do anything."]
Rudra raised his sword, the blade gleaming in the faint light. "अगर मैं तुम्हें मारना नहीं चाहता, तो भी मैं तुम्हारी इस पीड़ा को समाप्त कर दूंगा!"
["Even if I don't want to kill you, I will end this torment of yours!"]
His mocking laughter echoed through the grand hall of the court, Rudra swung his sword with all his might, separating the man's head from his body in one swift stroke.
The flickering torches casting shadows along the ancient stone walls of the grand court, a sanctuary that turned into a tomb.
Rudra stood in the center, the weight of his sword pressing heavily against his palm.
