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XII Swirling Storm
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2025-06-16 20:30:48
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The Rule XII Swirling Storm
The supper was set, and new faces had joined the gathering. Ayman and his men were welcomed warmly, the room humming with quiet anticipation.Raj, ever the strategist, chose this moment to stir the pot of conversation. He leaned back in his chair and spoke casually, though his eyes were sharp.“Well, Ayman… It seems you’re keen on seeing Inayat take the throne,” he said, breaking a piece of bread as he spoke.Ayman swallowed his mouthful of rice before replying, “Yes. I believe my sister should rule Tziyonia. She is the rightful leader in the king’s absence—until the heir is old enough to take his place.”Inayat’s face softened, her eyes glimmering with affection. “Have you met him?” she asked gently.Aniruddha wasn’t at the table. He had eaten earlier and was now somewhere outside, likely training or observing the guards.“Aniruddha?” Ayman echoed with a warm smile. “Yes, I’ve met him. He’s a bright boy — sharp, well-trained, and wiser than his years.”Inayat gave a tender nod. “By G
The Rule XI Stolen Heart
Evening was falling.The sun bled slow across the sky, melting into deeper shades of blue. A gentle chill crept into the air, but the warmth rising from the large cauldrons kept the women gathered around it comfortable as they prepared supper.Voices mixed easily — soft chatter, teasing laughter, the steady rhythm of ladles against pots.Aabroo, crouched near a stone mortar, placed down the pestle — its weight thudding softly onto the earth. The stone rim was deep from years of grinding, its insides still fragrant with cloves, cumin, and dried red chilies.She carefully poured the freshly ground spices into a steel plate, stood, and walked over to Ridhima, placing it beside her.“Ready,” she whispered, stepping back and pulling the scarf off her head — the same one she'd tied earlier while pounding spices.She set it aside and asked lightly,“Anything else you want from me?”Ridhima looked up with a smile, still stirring the pot. “Nahi, bas ho gaya Aabroo. Ab jao aur gaon ke bacchon k
The Rule X Union
The vulture came gliding down from a grey, dust-heavy sky.Its wings sliced the silence, circling low over the blood-damp earth — a graveyard not yet buried. The air still tasted of iron, thick and slow, as if even the wind mourned. Below, the field bore its wounds in the form of scattered corpses, warriors caught between loyalty and fate. Not many, but enough for the vultures to call it a feast.More came behind the first, sweeping in on ragged wings. They landed with indifference, their claws clutching armor and flesh. The soft sound of tearing skin began, wet and rhythmic, as the scavengers began their work.A black boot stepped into view, halting just before one of the dead. Ayman drew back from the blood-soaked ground, his cloak dragging like shadow behind him.From the side, another figure emerged — Abhiman, helmet tucked under his arm, hair matted with sweat, blood splashed across the curve of his cheek like war paint. He grinned, his teeth too white in all this red.“Wasn’t to
The Rule IX Attack
A figure emerged from the waters, the sound of waves falling softly, flowing gently through the morning air.His muscular arms moved with strength, veins pulsing like flames fed by a sacred fire. He ran his fingers through his damp, light brown hair, slicking it back with practiced ease. As he lifted his face to the sky, the sunlight kissed his sharp features. His obsidian eyes, dark and determined, held fast to the goal ahead.Water slid down his bare torso, droplets clinging to his fair skin, tracing the scars he had earned through survival. Each mark a testament.He took the white cloth laid nearby and wrapped it around his waist as he ascended the rocky steps. The water dripping from his body darkened the stone underfoot, leaving his trail behind as he walked away.Inside the domed bathhouse — its lattice walls filtering golden light like woven silk — he dressed: a clean shirt, sturdy trousers, a belt drawn snug at his waist, and a fitted vest that clung to his well-defined frame.
The Rule VIII Distraction
“Are you thinking of wandering into the woods again?” Aadhya asked, gently guiding her chestnut mare along the trail.Aabroo turned her own steed, a pale grey stallion, to face her friend.“Of course. You know I love visiting my musk deer,” she replied with a radiant smile.‘And perhaps… my dear stranger, too,’ she mused silently, a secret smile playing at the corners of her lips.She wasn’t sure she would see him again. But she hoped. Somehow, she always felt his presence near—like a whisper in the wind.Aadhya rolled her eyes.“You and your ridiculous adventures. I’m not going up there. I’ll stay down here and enjoy a peaceful ride with my horse.”Aabroo chuckled softly.“As you wish. Farewell,” she said, turning her horse towards the rising slopes of the mountain.The steady rhythm of her horse’s hooves echoed softly against the rocky earth as she rode uphill. Aadhya remained behind, watching in silence before heading in the opposite direction.Meanwhile, Aabroo made her way throug
The Rule VII Love Spell
When Aabroo returned, she was met by an angry Inayat, who scolded her for being so careless. Inayat had been worried about her the entire time. Aabroo’s habit of climbing mountains and touching peaks always unsettled her, because Aabroo was someone who would do anything for others — no matter the cost. And sometimes, that kind of kindness could come at a steep price.But Aabroo had her ways of making it up to Inayat. With her soft words and starry eyes, she always managed to win forgiveness.Afterwards, she and Aniruddha enjoyed the wild raspberries together. Meanwhile, Akshara had her share at home with her father, and she made sure to pass them around to everyone.That same night, it happened.Aabroo lay in her bed, not in deep sleep — just like her brother. The soft breeze of the night swayed the net curtains of her room. She rested on her plush bed, her gentle snores filling the air. Then, a sound shattered the silence.Footsteps.Though they were cautious, they still caught Aabro
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