Rudra was thrown out from his house but not for the reasons he deserves. Cast away from his royal family and stripped of his title for a crime he didn't commit, Rudra is forced to live a life far removed from the riches and power he once knew. Hidin...
NOTE : DON'T JUDGE A STORY BY JUST READING A SINGLE CHAPTER.
..............
Chandrapuram ,
The walls of the Lavish haveli are adorned with centuries of royal history, seemed to hum with a tension that could not be ignored. In the grand sitting room, filled with rich furniture and the scent of old wood and incense, time appeared to stand still.
Rudransh stood with his head bent low and his body is stiff as if bracing against an invisible weight. His clothes, carefully chosen by his mother for taking part in festivities are stained with blood and mud. They now seemed to constrict around him like chains. His hands were clenched at his sides and his knuckles are white. The accusations hung in the air, sharp and bitter.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Heeramba : You are a curse upon this family, Rudransh. A bad omen. You bring nothing but ruin wherever you go !
The words of Rajamata Heeramba Devi , his paternal grandmother cut through the silence, each syllable a lash to his soul.
She sat high on the ornate throne like chair and her regal presence is impossible to ignore, even in her fury. Her silver hair, once a proud crown, now gleamed under the dim light of the chandeliers, and her eyes are as dark as the night . She glared at him with pain and anger.
Beside her, his mother, Khaatyayini, sat hunched with her hands folded in her lap and her face is pale, eyes swollen from the silent tears she'd been holding back. She looked at him with a gaze filled with both love and heartbreak. Her lips trembled, as though she wanted to speak, to defend him, but the weight of the moment suffocated her voice.
His paternal aunt Padmavathi is sitting on the far side of the room. She was as still as a stone and her gaze is fixed ahead but distant. She had always been the pillar of the family, her expressions rarely betraying emotion, but today her rigid posture betrayed a deep sorrow.
Shivarama Raju, his father , the man revered by the entire village, the patriarch who commanded respect even in the face of the new democratic world sat back in his chair. His posture was one of quiet resignation, his face is unreadable, the weight of his silence is a heavy burden. He had seen many trials, many challenges, but none like this. And yet, he said nothing.
Heeramba Devi's voice rose once more, bitter and cold.
Heeramba : You have poisoned the very air we breathe, Rudransh. I never wanted you, I never asked for you. You are a blight, and I will not allow you to destroy this family any longer.
The words stung, but Rudransh kept his head low, feeling the tears that threatened to spill but refusing to give them the release they begged for. He could not, would not, let them see his pain. Not today.
Rudransh : Nannamma !
( NANAMMA = PATERNAL GRAND MOTHER )
He finally said and his voice is cracking but firm.
