With the immense sweating and pulsing Amara was having in her sleep, Alexander understood she was experiencing the same dream.
Laying his arm around her waist, Alexander pulled her to his chest and whispered words of assurance in her ears. "Amara, everything is fine, I am right beside you. Nobody can touch you, even the monster. I will protect you by any means even if it is shielding you through my life. I will follow you everywhere like your shadow. Have the word from me."
Amara's hand went to his behind clutching Alex's shirt tight in her fist. His words played a positive effect in her subconscious mind and Amara slowly relaxed her fist though she did not release it completely.
Alex breathed a sigh of relief and kissed Amara's cheek. Slowly she opened her eyes and watched him. There were several emotions crossing her optics that Alexander was unable to fathom but he was sure he was going to challenge them one way or the other.
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The princess stood there in front of him motionless as if she was in a trance. The vampire made a deathly growl of victory assimilating the paralyzed state of the princess. He blew air and the wedding gown of the princess flew away in air. Everyone of her subjects who were present in the hall turned their faces away unable to bear the humiliation of the queen. The vampire made another earth shattering growl and directed his forefinger in her direction. This time the ornaments which were covering her chest flew away. "My beauty...." The usual snicker came out of him filled with lust. For seven years I had to master over the tantric practices to bring you to this helpless state. You made me suffer the hell on earth by killing me. But now I'm a vampire." He told with pride with his hands raised up. "I won over death. Now I'm an immortal. You cannot do anything to me. I will use you like I have used no woman." He spoke venomous filled with lec
But was it the end of the vampire? Did the princess indeed disable his evil completely? Amara thought. If so what are these haunting pictures....those strange incidences happening around her, that peculiar man covered in white paint with hair falling in wrinkles on his face? Just getting the thought in her mind had made the hairs stand on her skin. Unfortunately it was the biggest mistake the princess had ever committed in her life. It had led to her downfall. Little did she know getting the monster buried alive wasn't the solution to her problems but in return it was the strike of flare to her agonies. It was absolutely not the end of the monster. He is back, full of vengeance upon her. Was it a curse that she took this birth of princess Veronica? Amara thought disgruntled. How can she, a frightened ordinary soul fulfill the goals of mighty and powerful legend - princess Veronica? *****
Suddenly there was a short circuit in the room. A bulb which was hanging at the corner of the ceiling had an electrical impedance and at once it fell on the floor like somebody intentionally dropped it. A low growl was heard in the room and Amara knew it wasn't from Alex. The monster was right there beside them. A gut wrenching feeling of anxiety stuck her soul. Was he watching them? Alex ran his hands tiredly in his hair. "Why you do not allow us to live peacefully? No privacy is allowed to us even in our bedroom?" He yelled in anger. "What do you expect from us? Say it and I will do anything to satisfy your desire but leave Amara. Why are you making her suffer?" There was a desperation in his tone. "Amara has no connection with Princess Veronica. It is rediculous you make someone else suffer to exercise your vengeance on another." There felt a heavy breath of monster. The place beside Amara
Benjamin broke open the large entrance door and entered inside the haunted palace. **** The fakir was offering prayers kneeling before his shrine and the water pot moved out of the stool dropping to the floor thereby breaking to pieces. His intuition was already hinting something dire about to happen. Amara looked at the large life size picture of the princess. "Everybody including the monster says you are reborn and that is me. My features match with you but I do not have the courage you held. You buried such a deadly beast alive. You were a queen of might and valor on the other side I am a timid girl. Why did your soul enter inside me? How am I to fufil your wish of ending the monster?" Amara asked looking at the princess's picture. ***** Benjamin raced inside the room which had the live burial of Otaku. The mother of Otaku begins to sing slogans of victory. "A release is awarded to my son. It is finally the time for his acquitta
She turns to the table right when she was in front of her as fast as a wind and laughs aloud. Amara immediately went to a caution. "Who are you?" The girl doesn't reply. She keeps mixing the sugar with a spoon so fast like her hands were like a machine and the milk over flows from the glass. "What is your name?" Amara asks in a trembling voice going breathless. The girl doesn't reply and with speed her hand stirs the spoon in the milk glass the milk over flows. Shortly the complete room was filled with milk. Amara looked around in shock. How can a glass of milk submerge a complete room? She lifts her legs and shrinks herself to a ball moving to the center of the bed. "I asked you what is your name?" Amara whimpers to the girl in anguish. And then it happens. She turns around, the body of her completely in white, a fierce scar on her face and half of her facial features covered in black long hair. Her f
"I told you to leave my fiancee." Alex shouted gazing at the wall ahead of him. "And I told you, I will continue to torture her till she meets her death. I keep my promise. I will not disturb you when you mate with Amara until next six months. But from the next day....she is completely mine. ****** The trees in the forest begin to sway dreadfully because of the sudden fierce gail. The owl sitting on one of the trees in the stark dark night makes a dreadful howl. The beautiful moon giving light to the habitat suddenly disappears. It felt like the evil was going to shortly ring its death bell. Amara finally located the fakir's house but he was found no where. The pictures on the wall included some ancient deities but in cruel figures. She was almost in tears crying desperately for the fakir to help her. One of his followers gets to see Amara searching for him. He comes out of his residence and informs her the fakir has gone to a city nearb
But to her surprise, she found none of her family members in the front hall and Alex just walked in front of her from the bedroom. "What is this that I'm newly hearing Amara? I just came down here after picking back my car from the repair center and I see all new developments in your house? What has gone wrong with you so suddenly?" There was a lot of irritation in his voice that he was trying to control with his utmost efforts. "You want to send your family away to Shahriyar? Why? You know our marriage is taking place within less than fifteen days. Do you think Victor can come back to our wedding so soon hale and hearty after the surgery? There is a period called post surgical recovery. Victor is not a young lad of sixteen. He is seventy six and you get into complications with age. I thought you know about the basic things Amara." He spoke to her in sarcasm and with an interlaced annoyance. Amara did not know how
According to the interests of Alexander, Amara's family stayed back. Amara couldn't tell her family the truth and at the same time see the risk of losing them. She was in a fix and hated Alex for his smartness in convincing people. On the other hand Alex kept assuring Amara against the beast. One after the other the wedding preparations went on a war footing basis. The invitations were already in circulation, finalization of cake was done and the design of the wedding gown went on a success. It was finally the day of Amara's marriage with Alexander. She was putting on a long white gown which had short sleeves. The arresting attire had a sequins in floral design and the detail ran through out the length of the gown and the sleeves. Amara's long wavy hair was styled in a loose bun with few tendrils falling on either side of her angelic face kissing her creamy cheeks. Her make-up w