HUKUMAT : WAR FOR THRONES

Whispers of firsts .

A team of doctors surrounded two little girls, their bodies fragile and trembling as the doctors injected a strange chemical into their veins. The girls, barely able to speak, whimpered in pain, tears streaming down their cheeks as they pleaded for the torment to stop.

"Please… stop it... it hurts… please..." their tiny voices cracked, weak from exhaustion. Their bodies were so frail that even blinking felt impossible. But the doctors showed no mercy, their faces cold and indifferent, as if the girls' cries were nothing more than background noise. The sound of medical equipment and the steady beeping of machines filled the sterile room, drowning out their desperate pleas.

The older of the two, whose spirit was already broken from days, perhaps weeks, of this unrelenting torture, was dragged into a dark room by two men. She was limp in their grasp, her legs barely supporting her weight. They shoved her roughly onto a chair and tied her hands and feet with leather straps, making sure she couldn’t move.

In the dim light of the room, two shadowy figures stepped forward, holding long, thin wires in their hands, sparks of electricity humming at the tips. The girl’s eyes widened in terror as she realized what was about to happen.

“Please… no... please don’t... it hurts so much, please!” She begged, her voice raw and trembling, but the men continued their approach, their expressions cold and mechanical. Her body, already wracked with unbearable pain, braced for the next wave of suffering.

Suddenly, the wire began to crackle with energy, and just before it touched her skin—

Manvika screamed and shot up in bed, drenched in sweat, her body shaking uncontrollably. The memories of that horrific moment replayed vividly in her mind. The pain, the fear, the hopelessness—it all came rushing back as if she was reliving that nightmare.

Her scream jolted both Rihaan and Ritansh awake. They exchanged concerned glances before Rihaan immediately moved to her side, pulling her into his arms. She clung to him tightly, her nails digging into his skin, as though she was afraid she would be dragged back into that dark room at any moment.

“Voh wire... Rihaan... it hurt so much... it still hurts,” Manvika sobbed against his chest, her voice shaking with the weight of her trauma. The memories of her tortured past were too strong, too real. Her grip on his collar tightened as if holding onto him was the only thing that kept her grounded.

Rihaan’s heart clenched painfully seeing her like this. He wrapped his arms around her even tighter, stroking her back gently to calm her down. His eyes darkened, not with fear, but with cold, calculating anger.

“They will pay,” he muttered under his breath, his voice like ice. “They will pay for every ounce of pain they caused you.”

Ritansh, who had been watching from the side, wiped the tears from Manvika’s face. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. No one can touch you now. They don’t even have the right to dream about it,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, as if sealing a promise.

“Ritansh, go back to sleep. I’ll take care of her,” Rihaan said firmly, his protective nature in full force. He scooped Manvika up in his arms like she was a delicate treasure and picked up a blanket as he walked out of the room, cradling her close.

Ritansh watched them leave, a slight smirk crossing his lips. “What does he think, that he can take my beautiful queen away from me?” he joked, gazing after Rihaan’s shadow before turning back to his bed. “We’ll see about that,” he muttered with a chuckle and soon drifted back to sleep.

Outside, Rihaan carried Manvika to the fire pit, where the flames flickered softly in the dark. He sat down with her in his lap, gently wrapping the blanket around her trembling body. Manvika curled into him, finding comfort in the warmth of his embrace, though her mind was still haunted by those dark memories.