𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 : 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

~🥀 A Golden Cage 🥀~

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BONUS CHAPTER

Let's Continue from were we left...

The heavy silence of the room was broken by the faint rustle of fabric as Anubhav adjusted the folds of her dupatta, letting it drape lightly over her form. His movements were deliberate, reverent, as though he were sealing her presence into the very essence of his domain.

He stepped back, his gaze lingering on her delicate features—the faint curve of her lips, the softness of her closed eyes, the way her long, dark lashes cast shadows against her cheeks. The moonlight filtering through the intricately carved windows painted her in silvery hues, making her look like a celestial being who had stumbled into his world of shadows.

Anubhav turned away, his jaw tightening. Standing by the wide window, he stared out at the sprawling city of Patliputr, its lights twinkling like distant stars. But his thoughts remained rooted in the room behind him.

“Luna,” he murmured again, the name rolling off his tongue like a prayer and a claim. It was a name no one else knew, a secret he had kept buried deep. To him, she wasn’t just Haseena Malik—she was his Luna, his guiding moon, the only light in his otherwise darkened existence.

But tonight, his obsession had crossed the threshold. He hadn’t just admired her from the shadows anymore. He had brought her into his world,in his Darkness, into the place he hadn’t let anyone else tread. And now, she was here, as much a part of his sanctuary as the walls that kept his secrets.

With that, he straightened and moved out of the room. The night wasn’t over, but his plans had just begun.

Anubhav descended the stairs with an air of authority, his presence commanding the room. In the grand hall stood Rajveer, waiting expectantly. Anubhav moved with deliberate grace, settling himself onto his throne-like sofa with the ease of a ruler. With a subtle yet powerful gesture, he beckoned Rajveer forward, his eyes never leaving him, the silence thick with unspoken weight.

Rajveer started , his expression as controlled as ever, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of hesitation. “Rana sa, humne dushman ke movements ka pata lagaya hai. Woh Malik Madam ki dhoond mein hain, lekin abhi tak Patliputr tak nahi pahunche.”

Anubhav’s shoulders stiffened, his posture radiating authority. “Aur hamari side? Sab tayar hai?”

“Haan, Rana sa. Har ek route secure kiya gaya hai. Lekin dushman kitne dangerous hain, yeh aap ache se jaante ho.”

Anubhav turned, his eyes sharp and calculating. “Yeh unka galat andaza hai ki woh mujhe chhup kar harayenge. Tum bas ensure karo ki mere signal par pura action liya jaye.”

Rajveer nodded, understanding the unspoken command he bowed and exited the palace.

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Next Morning

A faint light pierced through the cracks in her eyelids, forcing Haseena to stir. Her head felt heavy, her limbs aching as though she had been running in her dreams. Her mind struggled to piece together fragments of the night before, but everything seemed blurred, hazy, like a half-remembered nightmare.

She shifted slightly, her fingers brushing against soft, unfamiliar fabric. Her brows furrowed as her senses slowly returned. The cool touch of silk against her skin, the faint scent of sandalwood and musk lingering in the air—it was nothing like the modest, cozy confines of her room back home.

Her eyes fluttered open, and the sight before her made her heart stop.

The room was massive, its dark, opulent décor towering over her. Rich, velvety drapes hung from high windows, and the sunlight filtering through created an almost golden glow across the textured walls. An intricately carved bedpost loomed above her, the deep red canopy casting shadows that danced like whispers in the corners of the room.