The Immortal's Stalker

🪷••The Trap••🪷

Sati's sword flashed in the sunlight, her movements swift and precise. But despite her skills, she found herself on the defensive, Raj's attacks coming faster and stronger than she could parry. She stumbled backward, her footwork faltering for a moment.

Raj seized the opportunity, striking with a powerful blow that sent Sati's sword flying from her hand. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock, as Raj raised his sword for the final blow.

Sati fell to the ground, defeated. Raj approached her, his expression a mix of concern and respect. He offered her his hand, helping her up from the ground.

As Sati stood up, brushing herself off, Raj bowed to Shiv, who was watching from the sidelines. Shiv nodded in approval, a small smile on his face.

Raj then turned and walked out of the room, leaving Sati and Shiv alone. Sati looked at Shiv ,"You fought well, Sati," Shiv said, his voice firm but encouraging. "Your defense is strong, but your attacking needs work. You're too focused on parrying and blocking. You need to improvise and adapt your offensive strategy."

Sati nodded, taking Shiv's words to heart. She knew she had to improve her attacking skills if she wanted to become a formidable warrior.

"Let's work on that," Shiv said, a hint of a smile on his face. "We'll practice your attacking techniques and develop a new strategy. You have potential, Sati. I can see it. Now let's bring it out."

With that, Shiv began to instruct Sati in new techniques and strategies, pushing her to her limits and beyond. Sati trained hard, determined to improve and prove herself as a skilled warrior.

After an intense hour of practice, Shiv called out, "That's enough for today, Sati. Your training is complete for now. Go rest and recover."

Sati bowed her head in respect. "Thank you ,Shiv for accepting me as your student."

Shiv nodded silently, his expression unreadable. Sati turned and walked towards her room, her heart filled with gratitude and her mind eager to absorb all that she had learned.

As Sati disappeared from view, Shiv slowly opened his eyes and nodded to himself, as if acknowledging a thought. After she left he again started his practise.It turned from evening to night , he was still doing his practise of swordfighting , archery and other disciplines. When he grew tired , he then turned and walked towards his own room, his steps quiet and deliberate.

Upon entering his room, Shiv headed straight for the bathroom, where he removed his clothes and stepped into the shower. The sound of running water filled the air as he washed away the sweat and fatigue of the day's training.

Under the shower head, Shiv's mind began to wander, his thoughts consumed by Sati. He couldn't understand the power she held over him. As a brahmachari, he had never been attracted to any woman, no matter how beautiful. But there was something about Sati that drew him in, making him feel alive in a way he hadn't experienced in years.

Shiv's eyes closed, and he let the water cascade down his face, trying to wash away the unfamiliar feelings. But they only seemed to grow stronger, more intense. He couldn't deny it anymore - he was attracted to Sati, and it scared him. He had always been in control, but around her, he felt like a novice, unsure of how to react.

As the water continued to flow, Shiv's thoughts raced, trying to make sense of this newfound attraction. He knew he had to be careful, for his own sake and for Sati's. He couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment, not now, but despite his efforts to resist, Shiv couldn't help but feel an overwhelming desire to touch Sati, to feel every inch of her soul. The way she talked, the way she moved, everything about her made him crazy for her. Whenever she was in front of him, he felt as if he was under her spell, as if his soul belonged to her.

He longed to reach out and gently brush the hair out of her face, to trace the curve of her lips with his finger, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his touch. He wanted to memorize every feature of her face, every gesture, every expression. He was captivated by her laughter, her smile, her eyes.

Shiv knew it is wrong, a brahmchari should not feel like that for any women but he couldn't help the way he felt. He felt like a warrior who had been defeated by his own emotions, like a river that had burst its banks and was now flowing uncontrollably. He was lost in the depths of his own desire, and he didn't know how to find his way back to shore.

Shiv took a deep breath and steeled himself, determined to regain control. He remembered the last time he had let his emotions get the better of him, and the distraction had almost cost him everything. Not this time, he vowed. He would not let Sati's enchanting presence cloud his judgment or compromise his discipline. He would maintain his composure, no matter how difficult it proved to be.

With a newfound sense of resolve, Shiv stepped out of the shower,
As Shiv emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, Suddenly he heard a voice ,"Ah, Shiv! I was starting to think you'd drowned in there," Rudra said with a chuckle, looking up from the book he was reading on Shiv's bed. "I've got some news that'll interest you."

Shiv's eyes narrowed slightly as he approached Rudra, who was sitting on his bed, his massive frame making the bed look smaller than usual. "What is it?"

Rudra's expression turned serious. "I talked to her, and she's already with him. They've started our plan to bring him here."

Shiv's jaw clenched, his mind racing with possibilities. "What's the status?"

Rudra stood up, his movements fluid and powerful. "She's got him right where we want him. He's walking right into our trap."

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I know this chapter was little boring but I will try to make the next one more interesting.

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