His Beastly Love

Episode Three

As Abhigna prepared lunch for Trishul, she thought of ways to rescue her people from his grasp. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't escape this sham marriage. She couldn't understand why Trishul was determined to enslave her, as she had never wronged anyone.

After finishing the meal preparation, Abhigna headed to Trishul's office, feeling humiliated in her maid-like attire. She dreaded encountering her former colleagues in this state.

As she walked, her legs began aching severely due to yesterday's punishment. Overwhelmed, Abhigna sat on a staircase for a moment, her eyes welling up with tears.

Glancing at her watch, she saw it was already 12:30. With a deep breath, she continued on.

Upon arriving at the office, Abhigna's colleagues stared in shock. She knocked on Trishul's door, and although he noticed her, he ignored her. She stood there, waiting for his summons.

Thirty minutes passed before he finally called her in.

"Excellent, you're on time," Trishul said, and Abhigna served the food.

As he finished lunch, she thought of leaving, but he halted her.

"Go clean the storage room. It's excessively dusty. You may leave once you've finished."

Abhigna nodded.

"From tomorrow, my dear slave," Trishul sneered, "you'll bring me lunch every day. You'll be working here too." His grip on her jaw tightened. "The renowned journalist Abhigna, now reduced to my servant, will obey my every command."

Yet, Abhigna's eyes showed no fear or weakness. Trishul was taken aback by her fearlessness, despite his relentless attempts to humiliate her.

He knew she endured this torment for her people's sake, not out of fear for him.

Here's the rewritten passage with corrected grammatical errors:

Abhigna headed to the storage room, which was thick with dust. She methodically cleaned the ceiling and walls, then tackled the dusty furniture, and finally swept the floor. The task consumed almost five hours.

Exhausted and famished, Abhigna sat on a chair, clutching her stomach. She had eaten barely anything that morning, and Trishul's torment had dulled her appetite.

Just then, the office boy interrupted her thoughts. "Madam, sir is calling for you."

Abhigna made her way to Trishul's office.

"Did you clean the storeroom?" Trishul asked.

"Yes, sir," Abhigna replied.

"Now you may return home on foot. Ensure dinner is ready by the time I arrive. And do eat if you're hungry," Trishul instructed.

Abhigna returned home, ate her meal, and rested for a while before preparing dinner for Trishul.

After dinner, Trishul summoned her to his room. Abhigna hesitated, noticing he had been drinking heavily.

With hesitation, she entered the room, standing calmly and hoping nothing more would happen to her.

Trishul approached her, the strong smell of alcohol wafting from him and making her feel nauseous.

As she turned her face away, Trishul forcibly turned it back, his eyes locking onto hers.

"You look irresistible even without makeup," Trishul slurred, his fingers tracing her lower lip. Abhigna gasped, shocked by the intimate gesture.

Abhigna longed to flee the palace and Trishul's grasp. However, she knew escape was impossible, given the 24/7 security presence. The palace, with its over twenty rooms, was a labyrinthine prison.