From Ashes to Honor

The sword in my hand was just centimetres away from his neck; he was lying there without any protection, without any means to defend himself. Just one strike, and my goal will be fulfilled; the kingdom will be saved from this depraved king. The memories of that night are still fresh in my mind. I was pleading in front of him to let me go, when he mercilessly exploited my body and his disgusting hands, which made me feel as if worms were crawling on my skin. Just one slash, and everything will be over.
"Is this really what you want, Aparajita?" I could hear him whispering, despite being brutally wounded.
"Don't utter my name with that filthy tongue of yours!" I say this while pressing the sword to his neck.
"If it means you can move forward.... then let my end bring you peace" he says while smiling. He had the audacity to smile when his life was at my mercy. Even after committing the worst sins, his eyes and voice could still fool anyone into thinking that he was the most sinless person present.
I can't take this any longer, this is going to end here. I bring back the sword to slash his neck.
"If this is the last time I will see you, let me remember my love, seeing you smile." hearing him, the sword slips from my hands.

1200 BC, Central India: Ahom Kingdom

In a pivotal era when women were being relegated from their revered status as goddesses to mere housewives, society was losing its virtue and succumbing to selfish desires.

This is the story of Aparajita, the woman who always lived for the betterment of others, but she was given the worst kind of pain from the people she least expected. When she had many reasons to break apart, she decided she was going to rise again. If the society is not gonna give her the justice she is will have to do it her herself. She will have to become her own Krishna in this Kalyug.