Rakshash Aur Rajkumari (The Devil And The Princess)

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After the bloodbath, everyone was left traumatized and bewildered. Rudraksha retreated to his room, where he slept through the entire day, undisturbed by anyone.

The household staff, unaware of the underlying issues, were astonished yet supportive of him. The family members, however, were deeply confused by his actions. Minakshi felt both puzzled and embarrassed. Trishul focused on disposing of the body, relieved that Lev had no immediate family to inquire about his whereabouts, as his parents had recently passed away and his sister showed no concern for him.

The day unfolded in a heavy, contemplative silence, like the unsettling calm after a storm. Meals were eaten in silence, with no one daring to speak. Everyone chose to remain secluded in their rooms, avoiding unnecessary interactions. Minakshi and Trishul busied themselves with repairing the physical and emotional damage left in the wake of the violence.

Ambika spent the entire day in tears, emerging from her room only for meals. She was conflicted—torn between fear and guilt. Fearful that she had indirectly caused such a horrific death, guilty because her distress had triggered Rudraksha's wrath, and yet, a part of her was grateful that her tormentor had been vanquished. Her emotions churned endlessly, reflecting the chaos and confusion that had engulfed the household.

Ambika carefully tucked herself under the blanket, playing soothing songs on her loudspeaker to calm her nerves. Tonight, she made sure to lock the doors before attempting to sleep, determined to avoid any interaction with Rudraksha.

But to no avail there was a knock on her door.

She clenched her eyes shut, trying to will herself to sleep, but rest eluded her. She fidgeted restlessly, shifting from side to side, her mind refusing to quiet down. Eventually, she gave up and gazed at the serene night sky, the soft glow of the moon offering a small measure of comfort amidst her turmoil.

With the knocks repeating and growing louder, she realized she had no other option. If she didn’t open the door, then someone else will and God knows what they would question.

"What the hell? Is he planning on letting everyone know he's here?! Why is he suddenly creating a scene in the middle of the night?" Ambika thought in annoyance as she sat up.

She hurriedly walked towards the door and opened it.

Ambika opened the door, and her breath caught at the sight before her.

Rudraksha stood there a towering figure of raw masculinity, clad only in loose black track pants that hung low, revealing the sharp lines of the V-cut of his lower abdomen. His chiseled, muscular body was on full display, each muscle defined and rippling under his bronze skin. His chest and shoulders were broad, tapering down to a narrow waist, and his powerful arms looked like they could crush stone.

A lit weed stick dangled from his fingers, the smell of marijuana faintly mixed with the natural musk of his body hitting her nostrils. The scent, surprisingly, was not overwhelming but rather calm and soothing, adding to his dangerous allure.

His jet-black hair was a tousled mess, each strand rebelliously out of place, enhancing his ruggedly handsome appearance. His eyes, dark and intense, looked extremely tired and dazed, as if he was lost in a world of his own. His lips were pressed into a thin line, a stark contrast to the wild chaos of his overall look.

Ambika’s heart raced as she took in the sight of him, every inch of his presence exuding a raw, untamed power.

"Why are you knocking so loudly?!" Ambika finally spoke up, swallowing the excitement that had risen in her throat.

"What took you so long?" Rudraksha asked, taking a slow, deliberate puff from the weed.

"I... I was sleeping," she responded, her gaze dropping to the floor.