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Maya stormed into her chamber, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
The shock, the disbelief, and the anger were all crashing down on her at once.
The moment she was alone, she let out a loud churning scream, the sound reverberating off the walls of her chamber.
Her eyes, wild with fury, scanned the room as she reached for the nearest object—a vase—and hurled it across the room.
The shattering sound brought her no relief.
One by one, she grabbed anything within reach, throwing, smashing, destroying, as if the chaos around her could drown out the storm raging within.
“How could he?” she screamed, her voice breaking. “How could he do this to me?”
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling heavily as she gripped the edge of the vanity, her knuckles white.
In the mirror, she caught a glimpse of herself—her reflection mocking her, the sindoor a glaring symbol of betrayal.
It wasn’t her choice, it wasn’t her decision.
She hadn’t even known, and yet, here she was, branded as a married woman before the entire kingdom.
The voices of the people from the courtyard echoed in her mind, their accusations cutting deeper than any blade.
“She’s married!”
“What kind of woman behaves like this?”
“She disrespected Maharaj!”
She slammed her fists onto the vanity, sending a shower of glass and wood splinters across the floor.
“I don’t deserve this!” she cried, her voice barely above a whisper now.
Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the anger that boiled just beneath the surface.
The voices wouldn’t stop.
They were haunting her, circling her mind like vultures, tearing at whatever strength she had left.
A knock sounded at the door, followed by the timid voice of a servant. “Devi Maya, Maharaj has requested your presence at dinner.”
Maya’s fury ignited once more.
How dare he!
How dare Rudra act as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t just shattered her world with his deceit.
“Leave me alone!” she screamed, rushing toward the door and slamming it shut with such force that the hinges rattled.
The servant flinched but didn’t argue, her footsteps quickly retreating down the hallway.
Maya stood there, her back pressed against the door, panting heavily as fresh tears flowed down her cheeks.
Her knees buckled, and she sank to the floor, her hands covering her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.
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RudraMaya ~ A Cursed Love Story
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