Scarlet of love - played by destiny

8. Wedding Night

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Maithili's POV

I follow her to my room.
A room. The room. It is majestic. Gold light stand with so many diyas (lamps) glowing the room as bright as day. Velvet red walls and a magnificent bed covered with white and red roses petals. Beautiful chandeliers are twinkling bright from the roof. Every inch of this room is screaming elegance and exquisitely.

"May I help you with something, my queen?" Sudha asks politely. "Would you like some refreshments?"

As much I love talking to new people. And as daadisa said, to have her as my confident. But all I want is my solitude. Some time to process my new life. Understand all of this.

"No, I'm tired. I would like rest for a while."

A hint of a smile disappeared from her face before I asked. "As you wish my queen." Blowing off most of diyas, to dim the light. She left me with my needed silence.

A beautiful dressing table is situated near the bed side. Looking at my own reflection. I don't know this woman I have become. She is shattered. Broken. Yet strong. Once who used to be a girl, dancing in rain. Girl who believed the peacock was listening to her tantrums. Girl who never knew what these emotions are. I'm feeling right now. Trapped. Vengeance. And, some things I'm still now sure about.

A normal mediocre girl of Sawaimadhopur. Now the queen of Rudrgadh. I have been naive. My parents didn't trust me much, that they couldn't tell me the truth about their past.
So much has happened in last one week. My whole existence is upside-down. I take a deep breath, when i realized. I was still holding myself to breath when there is no one else except for me in this room.

But my peace remained for few seconds only. As similar sound of footsteps cease from the silence. My whole body tense under the watch of that familiar shadow stranger. I didn't move and turn. My eyes are fixed on my own reflection on the mirror. Scanning the room for the threat. Did someone entered the residence area of the palace. Is that some bandit or some enemy of royal family? Where are the royal guards? How did they missed it?

Spotting the fruit basket on the side table with a knife. I sneakily grabbed the knife and hide it in my hand. Hair on my neck goosebumps with the closeness of the shadow. A touch of hand on my shoulder, I grabbed it's wrist and turn in a quick motion to stab it with my knife. Before the blade could make contact with the skin and blood of shadow. He forced grabbed my hand. The tight clutch on my hand pains with the handle of knife digging hard in my skin. The knife slipped from my hand on the ground. I stomp my foot on its.

A gutteral groan sound filled the room. In a swift move, it turned me around. My back against his body. His... A strong pair of hands trapping me against his rock hard chest muscles. My voice hitched in my throat.

"Trying to kill..." This voice. Strong, Demanding. Dominating, And unfortunately familiar. "Not just the king of Rudragadh, but now I'm your husband too. Have you already forgot that, Wife." A sarcastic taunt fell on my ears. As his warm breaths caressing my neck in the tingling sensations.

I tried to move away, but his grip tightened and the tip of dagger graze over my skin, hard enough to not draw out blood."Apologies, my king. I thought someone broke-in here. I didn't knew you were here."

"Why am I not able to belive in this assumption of your. You trying to kill me, it's not something you won't consider. Won't you?"

Killing him. Now when I think. No, I never thought of killing him. Not just because he is the king and I don't stand a chance against him and his almighty army. But also, because I'm not that kind of person. I have always belive in the power of love and empathy than hatred and revenge.

I wasn't planning on to respond to this question, but an answer find it's way and escapes before I could've stopped it "NO"

"No? Even though I tried to kill your father and forced you into this marriage?"

The shift in his body and tone crawl under my skin. Forcing me to continue, he maybe is the king of Rudragadh, but he is no God. He may think he knows everything but he don't. Just like he don't know the complete truth, about the past and about me. "No, cause belive it or not. Not everyone is like you. Trying to end something they can't build. Taking one's life when they don't have the power to return it back. If once it taken." my words feel like the poison on my tongue, waiting since eternity for a passage to leave my body. "If you deserve to die, you will die. I don't have to stain my hands and soul with your blood. It's not worth it. All I can do, is watch you everyday, till the karma picks up on you."

"My... my... This much hatred. There's so much poison in your heart for me." grazing his dagger down my neck, shoulder, hand, moving to my waist. Cold metal sliding on my skin sends the shivers.Turning me back to face him. My hands lands against his chest. "But don't worry wife, the poison i have in my life, yours is nothing compared to it."

Hatred. Poison. No, i just told him I'm not that person. But, his words are true. What is happening to me. I'm turning into someone else. Is this what my whole life will be. Revenge. Pain. Hatred. Everything bad. What about happiness. Compassion. Love. I don't think there's any way to have the life I always wanted.

A warm touch of his lips tap on my forehead. My body becomes still like a statue. My breathing stops and the feel of his embrace soothes my blood which was burning in my veins few seconds ago.

"One poison can act as a medicine for other, if you don't know it. We just have to see if karma is going to pick on me or not." A smirk comes on his lips before it disappears.

My eyes locked with his raven darks. "You don't realise how hard it is for me. Stopping myself from kissing every square inch of your body. But, I won't until you want me to." His voice deepend like a prayer only for us to hear. Lips parted. Eyes filled with emotions... like.... No. No. Don't think about it. Don't look at him. No.

"I.. I am..."

Before I could've done something. "Your wedding gift." Pointing his thumb in the direction of the table. He turns and left without saying another word.