Rakshash Aur Rajkumari (The Devil And The Princess)

30• घातकः

As the evening shadows lengthened, Rudraksha gazed blankly at the untouched meal before him, his mind consumed by thoughts of escape. He recognized the telltale signs of sedatives lacing the food, prompting him to refrain from consuming it. A plan began to take shape in his mind, a desperate bid for freedom.

With determination etched on his features, Rudraksha rose from his seat and approached his bed. With a deep exhale, he gripped the mattress and hurled it aside, revealing the wooden frame beneath. Swiftly, he began dismantling the bed frame, extracting the hidden hammer he had stashed away.

Clutching the tool tightly, he turned his attention to the door, his resolve unshaken. It was time to take matters into his own hands and forge a path to liberation, no matter the cost.

With each resounding blow of the hammer, the door yielded under Rudraksha's determined assault, echoing through the empty hallways of the vast palace. He knew that the noise would go unnoticed until someone ventured near, the sprawling expanse of the palace muffling any sounds of disturbance.

Finally, the door splintered into two pieces, a triumphant smile gracing Rudraksha's lips as he surveyed the newfound freedom beckoning him. Stepping over the threshold, he breathed a sigh of relief, the weight of confinement lifting from his shoulders.

With measured steps, Rudraksha made his way towards the living room, the hammer still clutched firmly in his hand as a precautionary measure. Though he doubted anyone would dare challenge him, old instincts die hard.

Descending the grand staircase, his gaze swept over the assembled family members, their attention wholly consumed by the television before them. Intrigued, Rudraksha quickened his pace, eager to uncover the source of their intense focus.

Rudraksha stood transfixed, his eyes locked onto the colossal 105-inch TV screen, his breath catching in his throat. A rush of emotions surged within him, his heart skipping a beat as longing washed over him in waves. Butterflies stirred in his stomach, their delicate wings fluttering with anticipation.

As the image on the screen came into focus, Rudraksha found himself ensnared by the mesmerizing sight of Ambika. Her kohled eyes met his tired, dark-circled ones, drawing him into their depths, as she graced the screen with her ethereal presence. A radiant vision of her dancing across the display, her beauty transcendent as she captivated the audience.

As the journalist's words faded into the background, Rudraksha's attention remained fixed solely on his wife, her allure casting a spell over him that he found impossible to break. She looked resplendent, a Goddess among mortals, and in that moment, Rudraksha felt an overwhelming surge of infatuation and longing for the woman who held his heart captive.

Rudraksha's mother beamed with pride as she admired Ambika's beauty on the screen. "Look at Ambika, isn't she stunning?" she exclaimed, her smile radiant.

"Absolutely, her return brings so much joy," Chandika chimed in, echoing the sentiment shared by the others.

"It's a relief for Katyayani. She was so worried for her," Tara remarked, her concern evident in her voice.

"I had the chance to speak with her at her welcome back party, and I must say, she seems different," Bhagirati interjected.

"Really? In what way?" Chandika inquired, intrigued by the change.

"She appears to have grown more mature and responsible," Bhagirati explained, her tone reflective.

"It's understandable, considering she was away from home for so long," Ishaan added, his voice tinged with understanding.

In a trance-like state, Rudraksha stumbled towards the TV screen, drawn to Ambika's mesmerizing presence like a moth to a flame. His grip on the hammer loosened, the metal tool clattering to the ground with a sharp clang, startling everyone in the room.