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929 AD, the Kingdom of Rathore,

The royal palace of Rathore, the commoner, the subjects of Rathore kingdom triumphant with jubilation & uproar the name of "RUDRAVEER RATHORE" with exhilaration.

"RUDRAVEER RATHORE"

the commoners chants the name of Rathore prince as mantra, the crowds cheers his name, as their prince was sole reason of their win- he was sole reason for the fall of Siddiqui kingdom- his unyielding & valorous strength was sole reason of their kingdom victory.

but his hollow brown eyes, stares with rigid emotions, the commoners cheers his name louder- but RudraVeer needed none, atop on his black horse, he stares at his subject with hollow, his armor , his sword were drenched with the dust and the dust, blood on his armor was still fresh.

Chandragupta Rathore smirks at his Son, he maliciously grins at his son victory, he welcomes him with diabolic sneer, " here is my king, mera veer(my veer) , you have made filled me with immense pride."

but his son's eyes were moonless sky, Rudraveer climbs down of his black horse, Rudraveer's brown orbs didn't have the spark of fervor, his father hugs his son with pride- as his son beheaded his biggest enemy- and named him a victory.

" Those fucking piece of losers..."

" i am proud of you, my veer..."

Chandragupta bliss with glee, whispering to his son.

" RUDRAVEER!"

" RUDRAVEER!", The crowd chants his name with ecstasy.

walking into his grand chamber, he tears off the bloodied armor, Rudraveer honey orbs gleams with nothing but yearning, his lifeless eyes for the first time reflects emotions, emotions- longing, burning with passionate aches. aching for that woman, 'Sitara Siddiqui' , the marks of her bite was still fresh on his wrist.

Rudraveer pushes his tousled dirty curls back with his fingers, his jaw tightens, these foreign anguish for women- that too unknow longing was somehow suffocating.

Rudraveer had never felt this, no one had ever consumed him the way she is doing to his hallow life. those tears- each tears she was shedding was dagger to his hallow- she is ruining him.

Rudraveer sanks into the cushion, their was weight- the burden of his anguish. his finger curls, it was same hands from which he had held her. he unbuttons his tunic, he slide off from his bloodied dirty tunic.

" fuck!" , Rudraveer swore roughly, his frustration was loud and clean. he was frustrated, as the foreign anguish- longing for that Muslim woman was sin.

Rudraveer Rathore, the eldest heir of Rathore, he is man of silence, quite, wicked and built in sin. Rudraveer was feared, he was carved by the gods, precise, ruthlessly skilled man with sword and archery.

he twitches at this place, he dozes off his lazy brown orbs, when the royal knights knocks door of his chamber.

" Samrat rudraveer, apko maharaj ne mehfil me samil hone ke adesh diya hai.."

( Emperor rudraveer, king has ordered you to join the function..)

Rudraveer hummed with no intention, the event was for the victory against the victory against Siddiqui kingdom.

For Rudraveer, the feast was nothing, as the feast of his Darbar are filled with nothing but woman dances.

He rarely takes part in such feast, but he pushes himself up from the cushion.

His tosses his curls with his finger, he slides himself in into the black tunic.

misery

anguish

grief

the eyes which was celestial before, are now numb- sitting beside the lifeless body of her father. Sitara trembles, with her eyes she saw how that king beheaded her father and her brother, she saw hatred for her family in his eyes, she hiccups.

" baba, please uthaye.."

(" father, please wake up..")

" baba main apke bagair kaise rahungi.."

(" father , how can i survive without you.")

" baba... uth jayein"

(" father... please wake up")

Sitara cries, she screamed with agony looking at the lifeless body of her father. tears streams down continously down to her rosy cheeks, her lashes drenched with grief.

the white corset was torn, the gown's kirtle was ruined with mud and dirty, showing her endless suffering.

" yeh toh Siddiqui ki choti beti hai..."

( " isn't she younger daughter of siddiqui..")

Sitara's finger fisted the edges of gown's kirtle tighten hearing manly vituperation, she lifts her head- its royal knight of Rathore.

she instantly scoots away from them, both knights smirks looking at the woman.

one of the knight instantly grasp her bruised ankle, pulling her roughly under him, the other knight wickedly smirks looking at unsheltered princess of Siddiqui, " i will go first on this bitch..", he claimed eyeing at her malicious smirk.

Sitara's eyes shudders with dread tears hearing his crude verbal, she panics when he tore off the corset from her back," nahi, jaane de humein.."

(" no, let me go.."), she anxiously panicked.

she instantly pulls out the dagger from the thigh garter, she instantly stab the sharped dagger into his head.

as soon as his grasp loosen from her ankle, she immediately rise up on her wobbling feet and without glancing back for the once she hurled herself.

the knights cries out with intense pain, taking his last breathe. the other knight barreled following her into the dense woodland.

she clasp her mouth with her palm, making sure nobody can hear her shudder or breathes. she tries to control the sniffles from her mouth. she scoots blindly in bushes not caring about the thorns or malicious insects in the bushes.

" ya allah please humari madad karein... i dont want to be used..", she pleads with soft cries hearing the footsteps. she controls her every whimpers and every judder, even though the thorns were brutually pricking her delicate skin.

she anxiously lets herself breathes when the footsteps faded deeper into the woods.

Sitara Hastily Arise on her bare feet, she hastily puts her palm over her mouth to supress her painful cries, as sharp glass piece had jagged her foot.

Sitara eyes pricked with tears looking at the blood, hauntingly soaking the gown's edges.

With her bruised feet, she ran, ran until her feet touched the ground which has not the presence of those cruel knights.

Under the shed of tree, she wraps the torn piece of her gown around her foot.

Her swollen eyes pricked with more tears, " he killed baba... ", she cries out grief , she has lost her family.

Grief of losing her family

Misery of being unsheltered

Anguish with nothing but endless pain.

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