Love and Redemption

Chapter 28

Vikrant Singh Rathore was waiting by the river looking at his palace which was under construction. The enthusiastic villagers were working day and night leaving no stone unturned to build a beautiful castle for the would-be son-in-law of their village headman. Standing aloof from them, Vikrant realized his plan had worked.

The innocent villagers were driven towards luxuries the castle would have. They often commented upon the regal lifestyle of the royals while they had their lunch in the working hours. They were inquisitive to know how the royal Rathores led their lavish life and Vikrant used to quench their curiosity with lot many tales of the ostentatious palace of Vijaygarh. He was successful in developing greed for money and luxuries in the innocent minds of the naïve villagers of Pranathgarh, which was his first plan towards the decimation of Vijaygarh.

As the chirping birds began to rush back to their homes and the big orange ball of fire hid itself behind the mountains at the boundary of the village, Vikrant realized the dusk was approaching. As the time passed and the villagers began to get back to their homes, Vikrant got impatient minute by minute.

Throwing the pebbles in the peaceful waters, Vikrant was aimlessly staring at the drowning pebbles and swirling waters. Today, he was waiting for his dusky beauty, Nandini, whom he had asked to meet him in the evening.

The beautiful girl had agreed for a while but had not turned up yet, Vikrant thought. He wondered the girl had a sharp brain and was away from the greed of jewels and hunger for money. The stupid fool believed in righteousness and humanity, Vikrant chuckled as he remembered her ideology of leading a simple life without disturbing others.

He smiled as he remembered his encounters with her and realized the innocent girl was indeed falling for his charms. He shrieked as he was annoyed waiting for her.

It was dusk and all the villagers had gone back to their houses. Angrily, he turned up to go when he saw Nandini, in a royal blue cotton skirt and parrot green blouse walking towards him. Her long hairs were braided neatly.

He smirked looking at her heaving mounds realizing she was panting hard. He planned to shower her with some of his annoyance to keep him waiting for so long.

Turning his back towards her, he sat on the embankment of the river that was flowing peacefully. He observed her petite body as she followed his suit and sat beside him. Both of them did not speak for a while.

Finally, the anxious Nandini said, “Your workers were working here. I did not want them to see me meeting you. Why you called me here?”

“I wanted to meet you”, Vikrant said in a hoarse voice without wasting his time as he entwined his fingers with her.

“Why?”, Nandini asked in a monotone trying to remove her hand from his grip ignoring the butterflies that began to dance in her stomach.

“Stop it”, Vikrant said tightening his grip on her soft palm as she winced in pain.

Taking a deep breath, he whispered, “We are soon getting married. Stop running away!”, fanning his hot breath in her ears.

Nandini’s heart fluttered at the close proximity with him. “Leave my hand”, she wanted to shout but it merely came as a whisper.

Vikrant’s animalistic hand left her soft palm but caught her waist. Tightening his grip, he kissed on her left earlobe gently biting it.

Tears began to pool in her big, beautiful eyes as he continued to draw circles on her waist. She wondered why her heart skipped a beat for once melting her in his touch.

Fighting all her emotions, she pushed him from her side as his rough lips has reached her chiseled shoulders giving her wet, sloppy kisses. With tears brimming in her eyes, she gathered all her strength and stood up.

She screamed, “Why are you doing this to me?”, in a broken voice.

“We are getting married and soon you will be my wife living with me in the bed chambers of the castle building up there”, Vikrant said as he pulled her hand towards himself pointing towards his palace under construction while Nandini struggled in his grip crying at her fate.

“You are just marrying me for the sake of your lust”, Nandini said looking into his dark eyes which turned darker depicting an unknown emotion along with anger.

Vikrant laughed like a maniac and said, “You are intelligent but not more than me. I, Vikrant Singh Rathore, is not marrying you for lust, I have many other reasons.”

Cupping her cheeks in his rough palms, he wiped her tears which knew no bounds and whispered, “I have seen many specimens better than you”, in a fit of rage as he pressed his body onto hers.

Trembling in fear under his strong grip, Nandini screamed at the top of her voice, “Vikrant Singh Rathore, I am not a royal like you. I am Nandini Singh Shekhawat and I am Kshatriya. By marrying me, you may gain right on my body but not on my heart, my soul, and me”.

Closing her eyes, Nandini tried to stop her tears but the water from her eyes was flowing endlessly. She slumped on the ground near the river as she pitied on her fate. She regretted her father’s decision of marrying her with a disgusting royal who was faking his love for her.

Vikrant, on the other hand, tried to register her words and chuckled. Gripping her shoulders clad in a cotton blouse tightly, he said, “I get what I want and I just want a right on your body”, trying to reiterate the same words to himself.

Nandini’s outburst had definitely shaken Vikrant Singh Rathore, the greedy prince who wanted the royal throne of Vijaygarh at any cost, terribly.

For the first time in his life, Vikrant was left into splits in front of a common girl who was crying in front of him and was just a pawn in his game.

“Why me?”, Nandini questioned in a hoarse voice to the retreating figure of the tall, muscular prince, Vikrant Singh Rathore who was walking towards the village.

“Because you are the key to my treasures”, Vikrant said smirking as he turned towards her leaving her perplexed.

Nandini let out an exasperated sigh as she saw the heartless man walking away from her. She got up from the ground removing the sand and dirt from her clothes. Wiping her tears, she went near the water of the river flowing with tranquility. Washing her face, she shrieked for once.

Taking a handful of water from the sacred river in her palm, she took an oath closing her eyes. “Vikrant Singh Rathore, you can have me because of one wrong decision of my father but I swear to the water of this river, I will not let myself be the key to your treasures. I don’t know your devious plan but I will not let you complete it even if I will have to give my life to stop you. You get everything you want, you said but I will make sure your biggest desire remains unfulfilled till the last breath of your life.”

Having taken this oath, Nandini wiped her tears and walked towards her house with sheer determination to fight the devilish Vikrant at all costs.

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