The man on whom Maya had held the knife stared at her without an ounce of fear, which made her slightly intimidated.She was not used to encountering someone who was unafraid of her.
Maya pressed the knife closer, seeking answers, but the man just continued to stare at her, amused by her persistence
Maya, frustrated by his silence, pressed the knife enough to draw a thin line of blood.
However, the man continued to remain composed.
Finally, he spoke, his voice calm and steady. "I am the king of Aryavarta."
Maya didn't believe him.
She pressed the knife harder and said, "Tell me the truth, otherwise, you won't be alive to see the sunrise."
With a swift and unexpected movement, the man gripped her hand holding the knife and switched their positions.
He slammed her against the wall, the knife now pressed to her neck.
His gaze bore into hers as he demanded, "Who are you?"
Maya's breath hitched.
The man's intense black eyes scanning her face, and for the first time in years, he felt challenged.
He liked this feeling.
He slowly brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, taking a clear look at her face.
Maya's voice cracked as she tried to respond, "Ma...Maya."
Rudra leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Say that again."
Maya shuddered.
It was the first time someone had dared to come so close to her, let alone whisper into her ear.
Regaining her composure, she pushed him away with all her strength, but he barely budged. Still, he took a few steps back, allowing her some space.
"Behave yourself," Maya demanded. "Where have you brought me?"
Rudra took a deep breath before answering. "I am Rudra Pratap Singh. I brought you to my palace after I saw you drowning in the river. You are currently in my chamber."
Maya felt overwhelmed by her current situation.
She had a panic attack, she ran away from the crowd, she reached near the river shore where she had a breakdown, then she felt herself slipping into the river and unconsciousness taking over her, after that she was completely blank.
Her thoughts immediately turned to Arjun. "Arjun, where is he?" she voiced her concern.
Rudra frowned slightly at the mention of another man's name. "Who is Arjun?" he asked, his tone clipped.
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RudraMaya ~ A Cursed Love Story
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