Rakshash Aur Rajkumari (The Devil And The Princess)

45• आर्द्रगुलाबः

The garden was a breathtaking canvas of nature's artistry, every inch brimming with life and color. At its heart stood a gazebo, an exquisite structure draped in the soft hues of the setting sun. The delicate framework, adorned with intricate wooden carvings, was entwined with blooming roses, their petals a riot of reds, pinks, and whites. The flowers, kissed by the gentle rain, shimmered like precious gems, each drop of water reflecting the world around them in miniature.

Ambika sat inside the gazebo, a vision of grace and elegance. Her deep pink saree, rich in hue and adorned with golden embroidery, seemed to echo the vibrant roses that surrounded her. The fabric clung to her form, accentuating her delicate frame and enhancing her natural beauty. Her long, dark hair, now slightly damp from the rain, fell in soft waves over her shoulders, contrasting strikingly against the bright color of her attire. She sat there lost in thought. Her eyes, dark and contemplative, mirrored the depth of the rain-soaked sky above. The petals scattered around her feet were like nature's own carpet.

Her mind reeled as she replayed every moment since Rudraksha had come to Durga Kingdom. The weight of it all felt immense, each memory a thread in the intricate tapestry of their turbulent relationship.

"If he loves you, he will come back to you," Minakshi's words echoed in her mind. And he did come back.

She relaxed, leaning back and resting her head against the soft cushion of the gazebo. The gentle raindrops falling from the rose petals above her landed softly on her forehead. She closed her eyes, inhaling the deep, flowery scent mixed with the fresh, earthy aroma of the rain.

But the man who came back wasn't the one she had fallen in love with. She realized she had been ensnared in a web of lies, meticulously woven by Rudraksha like a spider. Why had he resorted to such deception? She couldn't understand. Was his love confession even true?

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange hue over the land, she found herself at a crossroads, both literally and metaphorically. It was too late to turn back now, and yet she felt unable to move forward. Her heart was entangled in the web of deception spun by the man she loved, Rudraksha. With each passing day, a new layer of his complex personality was unveiled, like the peeling of an onion, revealing a man she thought she knew but was still a stranger.

The previous day felt like a dream, a blissful respite from the reality of their tumultuous relationship. They had laughed, loved, and forgotten the world around them. She had almost forgotten the dark side of the man she loved, the same man who had inflicted cruel punishment on Lev, striking fear into the hearts of those who crossed his path. The joy and warmth of their time together stood in stark contrast to the uncertainty and fear that lurked in the shadows of his true nature.

He was a man of many faces—cold as the icy winds that swept across the mountains, dangerous as a tiger stalking its prey in the wild, and confusing as a labyrinth without a single thread to guide her. Yet, there were moments when he revealed a vulnerability that touched her heart, a newborn fawn taking its first steps in a world that could be cruel. He possessed a preciousness akin to a flawless diamond and a beauty that rivaled the starry night sky.

In the early days of their relationship, she had fallen under his spell—his flirty lines, his captivating personality, and just the right dose of possessiveness had ensnared her heart. She had been blind to his true identity, believing him to be a commoner without elegance or status. Little did she know that he was the greatest hero of Bharatvarsh, the powerful Chief Commander of Shivaay Kul. How could a man of such stature deign to listen to her nonsense without judgment, she wondered?

When he was possessive she thought it might be because he was just a commoner who got his hands onto the golden duck, but she was just a princess, yes she had gifts, but her gifts are useless to a man like him who has no worry of producing a heir. Then why is his possessiveness still so intact. What is it that he really wants from her?