RUDRADAMINI

Truth about Rudra's Past

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I appreciate your patience. I really wanted to give you guys a triple update, but writing these two lengthy chapters continuously got too exhaustive so only a double update right now.

The next chapter of this series will probably be out tomorrow!!

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Damini POV-

I walked in to the library slowly, my anklets tinkling loudly in the large deserted library. I was sure she would've recognised it was my anklets and it was me, who had come. As expected, she sat in the far corner of the library, where she usually sat, a bright lamp illuminating the surrounding. I walked to the source of light, in slow steps, filled with doubt and apprehension. I was scared if she was over me, that she wouldn't relent and refuse to reconcile. I let out a shaky breath

Slowly, I reached the row where she was seated. I saw her shadow casted on the walls and the library books. Then my eyes slowly landed on her. Incredibly handsome and sexy as ever in her white Angrakha kurta and dhoti with the unkept short hair, adorning her forehead. With every movement of her hand, be it to write or reach out to fetch a document, her muscles flexed, the kurta tightened around her shoulders and biceps, making me shudder, just at the sight. She looked majestic, like a lioness.

But what made my heart pang was, unlike previous encounters, she didn't even turn or lift her head up in acknowledgement of my presence, she was engrossed in her work, completely oblivious to my presence. She would've surely heard me come, but was ignoring me on purpose, she was really angry and hurt, I thought

It was going to be tough to pacify her and reconcile.

I slowly walked to her. But she showed no signs of knowing my presence. She ignored me on purpose. She was stubborn, really stubborn. I walked into the library with some extra bounce in my steps and hips, the loud anklets echoing in the silence.

I stopped right beside her desk and placed my lamp on the desk next to hers. She still hadn't budged, looked up either. Engrossed....or seemed to be engrossed in her work.

As I looked over to her frame away from her face, I noticed a bandage wrapped on her left palm....I gasped. What did she do?

I fought the instinct to reach out and caress her hand, ask her what happened and make the pain go away in a jiffy, but I held back....we needed to talk things out first.

Hmm..hmm...I cleared my throat to grab her attention, but she didn't respond. I sighed. It was going to be though.

Ku.... Kunwarisa..I called her out in the most sweet voice I could get out. I observed as she tensed, her jaw clenched...eyes widened and she looked away from the parchment, focusing on the books infront of her.

She sighed and put the ink pen back in the pot and turned to look up at me, my breath hitched under her intense gaze

Ji Rajkumari sa, kahiye, koi karya tha? She asked formally. I was near her, yet the distance between us gnawed at me. I studied get features. Her face was expression less, hard, stoic... But those eyes, they had gone completely red and puffy....She seemed to have cried... bitterly

Ji...woh...hum....I blabbered, she let out a deep sigh and with a dejected look, turned towards her parchment once again, taking the pen out of the in pot and said without looking at me

Agar koi patr hai jispar hamare hastaakshar aur rajya ka chinh chahiye toh yaha rakh dijiye. Hum woh lagakar aapko kal pratahkal bhijwa denge. Abhi iss samay mahal mein Naa ghoomein. Aap vishram kar lijiye.