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"But first I require assurance that you are going to let my brother go and hold up your part of the bargain after I get married to your sister." He spoke unable to grasp the significance behind her empty expression. 'Was she going to accept? Or her hunger for revenge far greater than any love she had flaunted for her sister?'But everyone want something and whatever that she may want, Roopak would give her, anything. If it means to save his brother.The silence prevailed for a long time, hanging like a thick curtain of uncertainty between them and Roopak almost came to believe that she was going to refuse when the acceptance came."And what will you require as an assurance?" Her words were almost a murmur but he heard them anyway and a surge of relief went through him when at the same time another part of him was going through something he was unaccustomed in feeling. 'Dread' a foreboding angst for himself.He had married once before, danced on that crazy tune and after how it had end
Thirst of power Part 28: Epilogue
Thirst of power and of riches now bear sway, the passion and infirmity of age.-James Anthony Froude7 weeks laterPeople say that there's just this small slit between life and death, perhaps a wide enough berth between happiness and despair but hope and an anguishing state of hopelessness seems two different worlds far beyond the reach of one another.And in seven weeks time Roopak had not only understood but experienced the vast difference between these two worlds. Seven weeks ago he stood at the same spot outside this same courtroom with his heart beating like a wild horse while his mind raced through options to save his brother.And seven weeks later now, here he was, standing on the same spot before the courtroom, his heart yet again racing while he watched the embellished adorning of the palace walls while his brother stood beside him and grinned.He grinned back, it was his crowning ceremony after all!The crackers whizzed past him, burst and cracked in the evening sky and the
Thirst of power Prologue
"It's impossible! "a voice intruppted his roar. "he's your elder brother! The rightful heir of the kingdom. "He turned around furious. His eyes glowing red and his hands itching to silence that voice forever. "The king would never choose you as his heir! "'Now that's enough! ' his rugged fingers from fighting many a wars now gripped the handle to his sword. 'He had had enough of this unruly man.'"prince Chandra! "Afraid that he had to witness another bloodbath tonight in front of his eyes, the minister spoke up. "You could be the heir to the throne, if there's no elder brother to claim it anymore. "A silence so poignant settled into the room that it became impossible to breathe, before the fool spoke again. "And how's prince Chandra supposed to kill his own brother? He has been kicked out of the palace already. Had no army to back him up and rarely any source of income except the looted money from the nearby villages. " before the idiota's head is disjunctioned from the rest of his b
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Only those who spread treachery, fire and death out of hatered for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity. -Jose MartyPart 1: The world that lays beyond"Here you go! "Dhara presented her the 16 special sweet dishes that had been solely prepared to offer God because of tonight's special occasion. But her petline cheeks were now fallen, glow from the godess like face gone. What with the way the prince was looking at her, his deep piercing hazel orbs gazing at her every moment she had been in his vicinity. Her skin had been prickly under the scrutiny. But above that all what troubled her were her own thoughts. She wanted to get away from that constant gaze as soon as possible today afternoon. Yet the pitful irony that she was there today as his soon to be bride. His bride! Now the hundred pie question was if she isn't able to tolerate his gaze from ten feet away for a afternoon when hundred other guests are present, how is she supposed to tolerate his touch, the same gaz
Thirst of power Part 2
The zeal which begins with hypocrisy must conclude in treachery; at first it deceives, at last it betrays. -Francis BaconLaying with his eyes open, he analyzed his situation. His options...there pros and cons. And he had barely closed his eyes when the dawn broke, the first rays of sun infiltrating through the curtains of his private chamber, bathing the large room in a golden glory.'It was another starting! 'But what a foul way of starting the day when the first thing you notice is your mistake of last night? Forcefully closing his eyes, he laid back on the bed like a dead rat waiting for the woman beside him on the bed to leave. And she did! But not before she ran those soft long fingers through his messy locks. He internally cringed. No! He wasn't disgusted at her touch but he was disgusted at himself for doing what he did last night. Taking the innocence of that girl was not in his plans. It was a crime on his part because while the woman solely wanted to be with him for t
Thirst of power Part 3
A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.-Claude Debussy Part 3: The sun must set to rise 'Another sunset! 'He sighed looking at the sinking sun through the small slit of his tent. The buzzing crickets starting to give him a headache now with their continues'turring' sound from the last seven days. What else could he expect from the middle of a wilderness? "Is there some news from maniteek? "He asked. The others in the tent more frustrated than he was!"What else except the fact that the royal army is after you like the hunter dogs? Sniffling around all the time! " the chief, the leader of his supporters spoke. The frustration grew but what grew more was his thirst of power....now that he was chased like a wild pig in a forest, his want to rech to that throne had increased like never before. His eyes moved over the interior of the tent. The rough clothing, the uncomfortable bedding and the slick moist environment...'I disown YOU! 'The words never leaving him, not eve
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You have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.-Madeline L'Engle~♡~♡~This evening seemed different than any other evening she had seen in her nineteen years of life. Her home looked more beautiful than she had ever seen it, bathed in golden grandeur, the aura that spoke of wealth, power and elegance all at the same time.Tonight there was not a corner left in darkness. Not an inch of palace that wasn't glowing in the fire litten golden lanterns, hanging in every corridors and rooms and hallways along with the strings of Jasmine and roses covering the walls and ceilings rivaling with those of the most exotic of perfumes in the country.Tonight when every part of the cold, white marble was hidden under the best of Persian rugs and carpets and every pillar had paired silken drapery around them. The villa no more looked like the cold, empty house that she had resided in, throughout her life with her father.The interior was far from old despite the freezing temperatu
Thirst of power Part 5
 Only those who spread treachery, fire and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity. -Jose Marty"What did you just say? "The stinging pain in her palm felt nothing compared to the throbbing heartache that she felt right then, when she slapped him across his face.'Was her father even alive?'she looked over her shoulder still struggling to free from his death grip."Now that wasn't a nice thing to do princess! "She heard his chuckle but he wasn't amused not in the least. He was furious! How could he not...when a woman....a mere woman slapped him in front of his men! But he knew it was not the right time to show the heiress her limits....there would be the whole life left to discipline this spoilt brat once he gets married to her. But right now, he needs to go through with his plan first.There were no words exchanged their after, instead Chandra decided to take the matter in his own hands. 'It was getting late!'Dragging the struggling heiress wit
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