Damini -The Unknown Princess
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"Why always in a hurry, you girl? Huh? You can't escape from me. From the second you lost." His grip on her arm tightened making her wince arching her back. His dangerously husky voice sent shivers down to her spine still maintaining her anger on him.
"I didn't lose. I won't lose till I am alive. I won't let anything happen to Prathaangarh untill I am alive. Get that into your head, you King." She had a loaded confidence to slip out from him and get back to her place.
"You are stuck here with no other way around, understand. You know, Your king left you taking away his empire. You have no other option to be a slave. " He mocked her making her more angry.
"You are no one to tell me if there is a way or no. Dare you say anything about my Prathaangarh or the king. He didn't leave me. He respected my words through his actions. And for being a slave for you, that is my will. I will never think in my dreams to serve a monster who killed my brother." She spat without any fear which angered him more. His darkened eyes was much more visible for her to make her scare.
"Again and again you are welcoming yourself to hell, girl. Never ever give answers back to me." He roared pulling her more close crossing her arms back as she closed her eyes in pain. Yet she didn't back out.
"You are no one to control me."
~•~•
Who said anger cannot be controlled by anger?
When one's anger clashes with another's anger it is nullified.
But what will happen if the anger has no way to nullify?
She is the lightning and he is fire.
Damini, A fierce warrior and an epitome of exceptions. She was a heart of all people at Prathaangarh.
But a battle tossed her life giving a new turn of truths.
What a battle can lead to?
Enemity, rage, realisation....
Love??
To get to know read Damini-the unknown princess.
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