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"Protecting him is my duty!" Rudrakshini said wiping blood
"Just duty or something else Rudra!" Shouted Manikantha
"What do you mean? We don't have time to waste!"
"You forgot your duty, it's never gonna happen. What are you? Mere dust for him, if you're gone a new protector will be assigned. Remember... you. are. nothing!" He said and took charge of the Madhya Raksha Shreni
And left Rudrakshini in the middle of the Battlefield with a bloody sword, thinking about loosing someone who was never hers to loose.
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RUDVIKA: Bound by Fate
The midnight wind howled through the corridors of Rathore Haveli as I ran-barefoot, my bridal dupatta trailing behind me like a wounded bird. My heart pounded louder than the temple bells in the distance. "Stop her! She's running away!" A distant voice roared, but I didn't turn back. The courtyard was deserted, the marble floor cold beneath my feet. A carriage stood waiting at the gates, my one chance at freedom. I gripped my lehenga and surged forward-when strong hands seized my wrist. Rudransh. His grip was firm, his breath uneven. His eyes-once filled with indifference-now burned with something else. Something dangerous. "You're running from me?" His voice was a low growl. Tears blurred my vision. "You never wanted this marriage, Rudransh! So let me go!" His jaw tightened. "Maybe I didn't. But I'll be damned if I let the world say Rudransh Pratap Singh's bride ran away on our wedding night." The challenge in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. My escape plan was shattered, and in that moment, I realized... so was my heart. _________________________________________________________________________________ "RUDVIKA: Bound by Fate" is a heartfelt historical romance set in 1980s Rajasthan, where love and tradition collide. Rudransh Pratap Singh, a rebellious young man, and Shivika Rathore, a woman of grace and conviction, are bound by an arranged childhood marriage. While Rudransh resists the shackles of duty, Shivika embraces fate with quiet strength. As misunderstandings, pride, and family expectations test their bond, will love find its way into their hearts? A tale of love, pain, and self-discovery, where destiny weaves its own story.Concluida
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"I suggest you sit down, Rajkumari..." the old spy whispered, barely above a breath as he collapsed before her. His cloak was soaked in blood-not his own-and his face was pale with terror she had only seen on the battlefield. Jhanvi's hand froze mid-motion as she reached for her goblet. It had only been four days. Four days since she was forced to return to Deshmukh and left her Ranjha alone. "What happened?" Her voice was quieter than she expected. The man looked up, shame clouding his eyes. "Forgive me, Rajkumari... I could not stop him. No one can." Jhanvi's brows furrowed. "Prithvi?" He nodded. "The King has executed seventeen prisoners in three days. No trials. No questions. Among them... a boy, fifteen, who tried to steal from the temple steps. An eighty-year-old woman accused of speaking ill of the crown. He didn't flinch." Jhanvi's breath caught. "That's not... him." The spy clenched his fists. "He doesn't sleep. He skips meals. The royal doctor says his body is tearing from the inside-he's injured himself thrice during combat drills. Blood everywhere. He won't stop." Jhanvi stood, heart pounding. "Why are the ministers allowing this?!" "Who dares to stand in his way?" the man cried. "When an ambassador from an allied kingdom said, 'Your Majesty is fortunate to have been loved by such a divine woman,' he exiled the entire delegation. Burned the alliance papers and cut ties with the most powerful kingdom." Jhanvi staggered back, hand to her chest. "He... ended a diplomatic tie over... me?" "He screamed," the man rasped, eyes wide with memory. "He threw his sword and shouted, 'If I'm so fortunate, where the hell is my raani?!'" Silence filled the chamber. The spy whispered, "He's not a king anymore, Rajkumari. He's a man burning alive from the absence of his queen." Jhanvi clutched the table, heart aching. "He'll destroy himself," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But... what about my self-respect?"Concluida
Forced to Marry My Brother-in-law
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And that day, again, a 15-year-old screamed, which was expectantly unheard; her screams were muffled, suppressed, but she screamed, she screamed, she screamed in search of a Krishna in this kalyug. But did he come? He did not. Because he was busy bawling his eyes in his guilt, guilt of creating a vicious creature; Men. Are these even considered men? My head jerked to the left as I stared at my mother, tied with chains, torn clothes, and blood trickling down her forehead. Her satisfactory smirk flattered me as soon as her eyes met mine. Is this what we call Maa? "Agar dar ki aakho me dekhoge, dar tumse darega." These were the last lines of my father. Jaate jaate bhi bhut kuch sikha gaye. Even if this is how I die, I don't deserve an unworthy death like this. I refuse to die because the day I close my eyes, I will be doing it willingly. My hand stumbled upon Aruval; either this would be the end of me or him. Taking it in my hand, I hit it on his neck with all the energy I could summon up. His head jerked up in half as it landed just beside my mom's feet. His blood splashed over me giving me a sense of relief, tears shone in my eyes. Har asur ke vinash ke liye ek Krishna janam leta hai par is baar kali janamegi. Vinash toh tay hai ya uska ya Mera. "Toh likho laal kalam se, Gita ka unisva adhyay, Kaleen Singh Chauhan ki maut mere hatho hi hogi." And this was the rise of satan in the world of Rajtantra. Yeh tha ek ant: ka prarambh. A war between Bhay and Karma.
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