'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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Under the deep space of the night sky, the troops had suddenly came to a halt, their long journey interrupted by the increasing fatigue of Rudra's soldiers.
The evening had stretched lazily into dusk, and Rudra, ever so vigilant, noticed the weariness in the eyes of his people.
The journey had been tiring, and though everyone pressed on with loyalty and determination, even the strongest amongst them needed rest.
Rudra raised his hand, bringing the company to a stop. "We rest here for the night," he declared, his voice firm but compassionate. "We'll continue the journey at first ray of light."
The soldiers and attendants immediately began to set up camp.
Large tents were erected, fires were lit, and soon, the scent of cooked food filled the air.
Despite the tiring journey, there was a sense of calmness as everyone settled down for a warm meal.
Maya, seated with Arjun and a few others, quietly eating her dinner.
She had been unusually quiet since they had begun the journey, lost in her own thoughts.
Her eyes occasionally drifted toward Rudra, who sat a short distance away, discussing the route for the next day with his advisors.
His commanding presence was impossible to ignore, but there was something else—a certain warmth in his demeanor that she had begun to notice more and more.
He wasn't just a king; he was a man who deeply cared for those around him.
After dinner, the camp slowly went quiet as everyone retired to their tents.
Maya remained still, her food half-eaten, as her mind wandered through the fog of memories.
The peace that settled over the camp felt foreign to her, as if it belonged to someone else's life.
Her own existence had been defined by chaos, by bloodshed, and by the desperate need to survive in a world that had been cruel to her since that fateful night.
Fifteen years.
Fifteen years since she had last known the feeling of true peace.
The horrors of her past were never far from her mind, even in the silence of the night.
The moment she closed her eyes, the darkness would return—the fire, the screams, the faces of those she had lost.
Every time, it was like reliving that nightmare over and over again.
Restless and unable to sleep, Maya quietly slipped out of her tent.
The cool night air greeted her as she stepped into the open, the vast sky above twinkling with stars.
It was a sight unlike anything she had seen in the 21st century.
There, the stars were hidden behind the thick clouds of pollution, their beauty hidden by the haze of modern life.
