The Monster King

Chapter 77 (Last part)

Hello everyone This is the last chapter but there is epilogue, character Analysis and authors's note coming too so read that also.

epilogue is super important so don't miss it

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Kiara felt the weight of the moment pressing down on her as she walked towards the balcony where Reyansh stood, gazing out into the distance. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat louder than the last. This was it—the moment. Three days had passed since the plan to take down the monstrous king had been formed, and this was her one chance at freedom. All she had to do was stab him in the back, the same way he had betrayed her so many times, and Eklavya would emerge, ready to fight.

But as she approached him, something felt... off. The red lehenga choli she wore flowed gently around her, its vibrant fabric swirling with each step, and her hair, loose and wild after so long of keeping it tied, danced in the breeze. She placed a hand on Reyansh's back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he stood, clad only in a beige dhoti, staring out at the night sky.

Reyansh turned to her; his eyes softened by the night's stillness. He placed his hand on her waist, drawing her closer to his side. "Is something special today?" he asked, his tone curious, even gentle, as if he were speaking to the woman he loved.

"No, nothing," Kiara replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She met his gaze, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision.

To her surprise, Reyansh leaned in and kissed her, slow and tender. His lips lingered on hers, and she found herself reciprocating without thinking. Her mind spiralled, caught in the whirlpool of emotions she couldn't untangle—hatred, love, confusion, and fear all swirling together.

Why does it feel like this? she wondered as he pulled her into a tight embrace. As her chin rested on his shoulder, she could feel the warmth of his body against hers. The dagger was hidden in the folds of her lehenga, its cold metal a sharp contrast to the heat of the moment. She could slip it out—right now—and plunge it into his back. End it all.

Her hand moved toward the dagger's hilt, her fingers trembling as they grazed the cool surface. This was her chance. She could do it. She should do it.

But she hesitated.

Eklavya, hidden in the shadows beyond the balcony, was watching. His eyes were locked on her, filled with expectation, waiting for her to act. He had trusted her with this moment. He had planned for this. But as Kiara's hand hovered over the dagger, something inside her faltered.

Reyansh held her tighter, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered, "You're different tonight. What's on your mind?"

Kiara swallowed hard, her throat dry, her heart racing. She had every reason to hate him. This man had tormented her, destroyed her, turned her life into a living nightmare. Yet in this moment, she couldn't bring herself to strike.

Her hand dropped back to her side; the dagger untouched. She couldn't do it.

As they stood there in silence, Reyansh gently stroked her hair, oblivious to the storm brewing inside her. Eklavya's face flashed in her mind—his frustration, his confusion, his disappointment. She could feel him waiting for her, but she was frozen, trapped in a moment she didn't understand. The rage and desire for revenge that had driven her for so long were overshadowed by something deeper, something she couldn't quite name.

How did it come to this? she thought. Was this who she had become? The Kiara who had once loved Eklavya with all her heart no longer existed. She had been replaced by someone else—someone unsure, someone conflicted, someone broken.