The Monster King

Chapter 46

The drama begins, Do leave comment and reviews and what you think

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Kiara gazed at her reflection in the mirror, draped in a resplendent outfit that accentuated every curve, transforming her into a regal princess poised to claim her throne. The skilled hands of the beauticians worked swiftly around her, ensuring she appeared flawless for the grand occasion. Meera, standing nearby, exchanged knowing glances with Kiara, their unspoken communication laden with determination and shared resolve.

Throughout the kingdom, the air buzzed with excitement as guests bustled about, adding to the shimmering spectacle of the event. Yet amidst the opulence and festivity, both women held their breath, keenly aware of the urgency of their plans. Time seemed to slip away faster than anticipated, urging them to hasten their preparations.

Kiara's eyes met Meera's once more, conveying a silent assurance that they were ready to execute their meticulously laid-out scheme. The weight of their impending actions hung in the air, mingling with the fragrance of jasmine and the hum of whispered conversations. In this moment of anticipation and readiness, Kiara knew that her appearance was not merely ceremonial but a statement of her resilience and determination to shape her own destiny.

"Please, leave us alone. I need some time with my sister-in-law," Meera instructed the beauticians, who bowed respectfully and exited the room.

"Kiara, you have to leave before anyone else comes in here. Once you step out, there's no turning back. Get away before you sit in the mandap," Meera urgently advised.

"I'm thinking the same, but the palace is swarming with guests. I can't just slip out unnoticed like this. If someone sees me, it'll ruin everything," Kiara replied anxiously.

"Meera, we've planned this for so long. I can't afford to mess it up now," Kiara murmured, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted her heavy jewelry.

Meera paced nervously; her brow furrowed with worry. "I know, Kiara. But if you wait any longer, it'll be too late. We need to find a way out now, before anyone notices you're gone."

Kiara glanced out the window, where the bustling courtyard below was alive with colorful tents and excited chatter. "I can't just disappear into thin air. There are guards, guests... it's impossible."

"Do you have a specific time or place to meet your tribe members?" Meera's voice trembled with urgency as she scanned the room, ensuring they were alone.

"Eklavya said I should slip out of the palace gates somehow, and he'll find me later," Kiara replied, her tone laced with nervous determination. She glanced at her bridal attire laid out on the bed, a stark contrast to the simple maid's uniform she held in her hands. "I just need to leave without attracting any attention."

Meera nodded briskly, her mind racing through the logistics. "Change quickly into the maid's uniform. We're running out of time before someone notices you're missing."

With practiced efficiency, Kiara shed the elaborate wedding garments, replacing them with the unassuming clothes of a palace servant. She looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting the veil and checking her appearance for any sign that might give her away.

"Thank you, Meera," Kiara said sincerely, embracing her friend tightly. "I couldn't have made it this far without your help."

Meera returned the hug with equal warmth, her eyes moist with unspoken emotion. "I'm just grateful I could assist. I'll miss you terribly, but promise me—don't ever look back. Promise you won't return here."

Kiara nodded solemnly, her heart heavy with the weight of leaving behind the life she had briefly imagined. "I promise, Meera. But I have to come back to my tribe someday, but when I do, I'll come back stronger."