The Evil Rikara FF

Part 6

The rest of the day passed uneventful. She took her bath alone in the king's private bathing room to which she was grateful. The last thing she needed now was Maid questioning about the new bruises along her body. A dress was set for her to wear for the first time since she came to the castle making a way to a smile on Gauri's lips. Finally she can be properly dressed. But her happiness was cut short by the dress's inappropriate attire. Almost all of her chest was popping out of it.

Her meals as usual were delivered by a maid and a guard to the king's room, even though the food is way much better than the one she used to eat at her parents' house, she didn't find it quite appealing. She was feeling home sick and missed her mother's cooking. She missed the way her dad used to joke around about her mother not being able to ever season the food correctly and preferring Gauri's cooking instead.

She knew her father loved her mother and she wished that one day she will have a similar marriage: one based on respect and love. She hoped to have this with Neil, the village's baker; even though Gauri was poor he was attracted by her beauty. Her mother told her that she's lucky for having such a man proposing for her hand saying that she. At least, won't have to worry about starving and she could have as many children as she wanted since Neil would be able to provide for them.

Neil was a respectful hard working man. She met him twice before now: the first time when her mother sent her to buy some flour and the other time when he came to her house to talk with her father.

He was maybe a year or two older than the king himself and seven years older than Gauri, but looked tiny next to him. He height stood at five feet six inches, almost a foot shorter than the king.

Gauri shook her head, hoping to straighten her thoughts. Why was she comparing the two? Maybe because she was expected to share Neil's bed and not the king's, she reasoned.

Gauri exhaled loudly, annoyed at herself. She really needed to end this. She was not a whore even to the king, himself. The problem was that she was not finding anymore strength inside of her to keep on fighting him. She was feeling her spirit crushed under his ruthlessness.

And speaking of the devil, the door cracked to reveal him standing there eying her in a weird way, weird eerie way for that matter.

Gauri felt goose bumps erupting on her smooth skin just from his stare.

A light shone inside her head as an idea came to her mind; everyone had warranted her from getting on the king's bad side. Well maybe she should after all. It was the only way to get out of her misery and she was ready for it no matter what the consequence would be. At least she thought she was.

"What are you thinking about slave?" he said, still standing at the threshold, propping his weight on one shoulder.

Gauri stared back with so much hate she never thought would exist inside of her. "That I have a name, my king. It's 'Gauri' and not 'slave,'" she hissed venomously.

Taken back by her answer, omkara sauntered towards her like some kind of a predator. "What did you say?" He was feeling rage bubbling inside of him again. How did this girl manage by just opening her mouth or staring at him to make him that angry? He never remembered anyone defying him and disrespecting him before her. Even his enemy respected him for the brave soldier that he was.

"I said... My name. Is. 'Gauri.' And. Not. 'Slave.'" She repeated, stressing on her words like she was talking to a kid.

Now standing in front of her, Omkara pulled her arm till she was standing as well. His other hand sneaked behind her head and pulled a handful of her locks arching her neck in the process. "You do realize that the punishment for talking like that to your king is death?" he hissed, rage rolling off his tongue like crashing waves.