Sword Of Vengeance

"Shhhh" his deep voice made my insides crumble.
"I'm removing my hands, you'll not shout, got it princess" He said way too close to my ears.
I can't fight him. He seems too powerful and strong. I'm nothing in front of him. I felt defeated in front of his physical strength. I nodded in affirmation.
He removed his hands and turned me around.Now I'm facing him.His whole face was covered with black cloth, only his eyes is visible. Mashal fire could be seen in those black orbs.He is staring at me with such intensity like he is drinking my soul.Suddenly I felt self conscious realizing I'm not dressed up properly, dupatta is loosely hanging on my shoulders, my whole waist was on display making me feel too exposed.
"Sundari" he murmured.
Stop staring, you mystery man. Wait I have a knife, yes knife. With sudden courage i got in action, moved my knife and pierced his skin. Blood gushing out. He didn't even hissed. And my sudden courage also died.
He pulled me more to himself. Proximity was killing me. He grabbed my wrist tightly and with the other hand took the knife from my hands. And the next moment the knife was near my throat. I visibly shuddered.
"You're real," I murmured. He chuckled. What-? Is this funny? Am I cracking any jokes?
"And you tested just now, how real I am. Your way of doing things always intrigued me. My lady." I knew. I knew it. All those shadows and him were not my hallucinations, it was true. True all along.
"What do you want?" I asked him, his height, proximity, the knife at my throat making me tremble.
"You-
I want you" he stated simply. And I- I stilled.

A 21st-century girl, lost in time, became a princess in a world of royalty. But her new life was overshadowed by a man with eyes that burned with vengeance. Carved from childhood to be a monument of rage, he would destroy everything, even himself, to claim his revenge. And she, a pawn in his game, wondered if she'd be the one to bring him down or be crushed beneath his unyielding resolve.