BOOK 1 OF THE UNEXPECTED SERIES
In a world where tradition clashes with modernity, Vaidehi is a modern-day princess bound by society's rigid expectations.
Saransh, a brooding prince with a shadowed past, one he's not keen to reveal. Despite his nobl...
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*FLASHBACK*
A loud cry woke me up. It wasn't mine. I opened my eyes, blinking in the dark. My body hurt all over. My arms, my legs, my back. Everything. It always hurt. But this sound—it was new. A different kind of crying. I crawled closer to the bars of my little cage, wrapping my fingers around the cold metal.
The bad men were back.
I knew them. I knew their boots, their belts, their sticks. I knew their angry faces. But today, they weren't here for me. Today, it was someone else.
A boy, a little older than me.
He was on the ground, curled up like a ball, just like I used to be. His hands were over his head, but it didn't help. The sticks still found him. The belts still snapped against his skin. His cries were loud at first, then soft, then loud again. He begged. Just like I did.
But they never listened.
I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn't.
They hit him again and again. I counted. One... two... three... I didn't know what number came after ten, but I knew it was more than that. They kept going, and the boy stopped moving as much. He still cried, but it was weaker now, like he was too tired to make a sound.
I didn't know how long it took, but after a while, they got bored. They always did.
One of them grabbed the boy by his arm and dragged him. His feet made lines in the dirt. When they reached the cage across from mine, they opened it and threw him inside. Hard.
He didn't get up.
The bad men left. The door slammed shut.
It was quiet now. Almost.
The boy's shoulders were shaking. I could hear the small sounds he was making, tiny sobs, just like me. I knew what he felt. I knew the hunger, the fear. I knew it all.
I looked at my food. A small chapati.
I had gotten it today after two whole days. My stomach was always empty, always hurting. If I made no mistakes, I might get another tomorrow. But this boy... he wouldn't get any. Not today. Not tomorrow.
Because two days ago, I was the one getting hit. This was the rule. You make a mistake, they beat you and don't give you any food.
I swallowed. My fingers gripped the chapati. My stomach growled.
