The grand room of Ajashakti was bathed in flickering candlelight, casting eerie shadows on the towering walls adorned with intricate tapestries. His looming presence could be felt even in his absence, his power and dominance permeating every corner of the room.
Anugamini sat timidly in front of the ornate mirror, her reflection appeared ethereal and fragile, a stark contrast to the grandeur and intimidation of her surroundings. She was being attended by three maids.
The Daitya maid, a towering figure, knelt behind Anugamini. Her strong, rough hands moved with surprising delicacy as she began to braid Anugamini's long, dark hair. She interspersed it with shimmering pearls. With a practiced ease, she gathered the braided hair into a low bun, securing it with golden pins that seemed to glow in the soft light.
Meanwhile, the Danava maid, ethereal and pale, hovered around Anugamini like a moth drawn to a flame. Her fingers, long and slender, traced the delicate fabric as she adjusted it with meticulous care. The garment clung to Anugamini’s body like a second skin. In some places, it was so sheer that it seemed to dissolve into nothingness, offering glimpses of skin and the subtle curve of her form. It was a garment designed to entice and provoke, and it fulfilled its purpose admirably.
Lastly, the Rakshasa maid adorned Anugamini with an array of exquisite jewels, each piece radiating an otherworldly glow against her skin. She adorned Anugamini with a breathtaking array of jewels. Emeralds as green as the summer sea, rubies as fiery as a warrior's blood, and diamonds that seemed to capture the starlight were strung together in intricate patterns.
Anugamini sat impassive, her gaze fixed on a distant point. This was not a moment of pleasure or anticipation for her, but a necessary step in a carefully orchestrated plan. Her heart, however, pounded with a rhythm that belied her outward calm. This was a game of deception, and she was the only player who knew the rules.
The Danava maid, her voice filled with a hint of envy, broke the silence. "You are fortunate, Maharani. To be chosen by Asur-raj is a dream come true for many."
"Indeed. He is the mightiest of the Asurs. You must please him tonight." The daitya maid said.
The Rakshasa maid muttered, "His favour is a precious gift, which you will obtain after tonight."
Anugamini remained silent, but a blush crept up her cheeks. The memory of Srinav flashed through her mind. Nights spent in celestial embrace, filled with a love both profound and passionate, seemed like a lifetime ago. Anugamini took a deep breath, her eyes regaining their usual composure. The idea of feigning timidity was absurd. A goddess, a celestial being, reduced to playing a damsel in distress. She was a warrior, a strategist, a force to be reckoned with. But for now, she was an actor, playing a part in a grand cosmic drama.
The irony was not lost on her, but she being who she was, would give such a performance, that would be remembered in history. She wanted him to underestimate her, wanted him to believe he held all the pawns. But in the grand scheme of things, it was she who would dictate the outcome.
Suddenly, the heavy thud of footsteps echoed through the chamber, growing louder with each passing moment. And then, he appeared in the doorway. Ajashakti, a towering figure of raw power, his eyes blazing with desire.
The Asura maids, sensing his presence, took a step back, their heads bowed in deference.
Anugamini, her heart pounding, stood up, her gaze meeting his. Ajashakti's eyes, filled with a burning desire, held her captive. She lowered her gaze, the carefully constructed facade of timidity was already in place. She could feel his gaze upon her, but she refused to meet his eyes. She would let him believe he was the hunter, and she, the helpless prey.
Ajashakti walked towards her, his gaze never leaving his bride. With a casual flick of his wrist, he dismissed the maids. The women, understanding the unspoken order, bowed respectfully before turning to leave. As the door closed behind them, the room was plunged into an intimate darkness, broken only by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
Ajashakti lowered himself onto the bed, his long limbs stretching out. His gaze never left Anugamini. There was a raw intensity in his eyes, a mix of desire and something deeper, something he couldn't quite define. He was drawn to her in a way he couldn't explain, a magnetic pull that was both intoxicating and terrifying.
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