'Not all stories end with a happy ending'
When a fierce 21st-century CEO crosses paths with a powerful King from the 15th century, their worlds collide with passion that defies time itself.
He is driven by selfishness; she is his very obsession.
He...
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The adrenaline of battle had finally worn off, leaving Maya vulnerable to the exhaustion that had been building up within her.
The weight of the day's events pressed heavily on her, and as the last of the enemy soldiers fled, her body gave in.
The world around her blurred, the sounds of clashing swords and cries of victory fading into the distance. Her vision darkened, and she felt her knees give way, the ground rushing up to meet her.
Rudra, still in the throes of battle mode, caught the motion out of the corner of his eye.
He turned just in time to see Maya collapsing, her strength utterly spent.
Without hesitation, he lunged forward, catching her limp form before she could hit the ground.
"Maya," he murmured, his voice edged with concern.
He lifted her effortlessly into his arms, cradling her as one would a bride.
The battlefield was no place for her now; she needed rest, care, and safety. Rudra moved quickly but carefully through the remnants of the battlefield, his steps sure despite the uneven ground.
The soldiers, seeing their Maharaj carrying the unconscious form of Maya, quickly made way for him, their faces a mix of curiosity and respect.
Some exchanged glances, recognizing the deep concern etched in their king's usually stoic face.
Rudra's mind raced as he made his way towards his tent, which had been hastily erected at the war camp—a temporary sanctuary amidst the chaos of battle.
The tent, though functional and spartan, was the best he could offer her in this setting.
The battle had been intense, and Maya's bravery had been extraordinary. She had fought valiantly, far beyond what he had expected of her.
But she was not trained for this kind of prolonged combat, and it had taken its toll.
As he entered the tent, Rudra glanced down at her, his eyes tracing the lines of her face, now slack in unconsciousness.
There was something about her, something that stirred feelings within him that he had long kept buried.
The interior of the tent was dimly lit by the soft glow of lanterns, the heavy canvas walls providing a quiet refuge from the harsh realities outside.
Rudra gently laid Maya down on the cot, its surface softer than the hard ground but still far from the comfort of a royal bed.
He arranged the pillows under her head with care, making sure she was as comfortable as possible given the circumstances.
For a moment, he stood there, watching her, his heart heavy with a mix of emotions. As he took a step back, his eyes fell on the blood smeared in her hairline, stark against her pale skin.
