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Thirst of power Part 9
 "I would rather fight with you than kiss someone else."-AnonymousDevika tried to shrug away from his grasp when Chandra told her to step up the paddle and onto the back of the stallion. "I want to go back! ""I can't believe this! "Chandra gave her a hard look but not for long because the troops to Maniteek were getting closer."For a woman who can try to burn her husband alive and can tear his muscles in tatters with her bare nails, you are a very weak woman, very....very weak."he tusked with an expression so grim on his face that Devika was forced to believe that he pitied her. She forgot why why she was fighting. Loosing herself in those stormy eyes that held nothing but sympathy for her, in those same eyes she tried to find the moto of her life? The reason of her living. 'Was there any at all?'And in that point of weakness the will to fight was lost as well. In a daze of self pity and the burden of her father's words she felt herself being lifted and settled into the bac
Thirst of power Part 10
 Now a soft kiss- Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss!-John KeatsHe forgot why he had married her in the first place. Trampled on his own vow to be never lured by another woman ever again, he stepped into the water, dissolving every ounce of self control in its sweet cool currents. "Wha-why are you coming here?"she took a step back. "Are you afraid of that? "Chandra asked depicting two unblinking eyes over the water in the golden light of the fire. "Oh God! "She squealed unable to decide which way to go. For if she stayed here a little longer she was sure, she was going to loose a limb or two and if she dashes for the land then the consequence is going to be far more humiliating than any other tragedy could cause. He would see her unclothed! And that thought was enough to keep her pinned at her place and watched as the animal's long spiny tail moved and it maneuvered towards her. "Hushh..."he indicated her to stay silent, an half smile spreading across his face.Just at
Thirst of power Part 11
She closed her eyes pretending to be asleep when he entered. She nipped at her lower lip making sure the sounds of her agony that were suspiring in the four walls of that tarpaulin tent doesn't reach his notice. And thankfully it didn't, because he did't spare a single glance at her napping form and went about his chores, unconcerned.In the golden gleam of the lamp she peeped through her closed eyelids and as soon as caught him unbuttoning his shirt, shut them tight once again. "Ram-Ram!" She mused in her mind. 'He's indeed a shameless man, even though he knows a lady is here under the same roof and he's undressing.'"But you're no common lady......You're my wife."His smooth husky voice was a well planned trap and she fell right into it by looking straight at him."Oh my!" She failed to close both, her saucer shaped eyes and the gaped mouth witnessing him standing proud in all his glory. His chest rippling with taut muscles in her clear view.For a moment her pupils refused to move
Thirst of power Part 12
Running her fingers through her messy tangled tresses, she tried to straighten her locks that had been unkempt and untidy for far too long. 'A futile way!' She scowled at her reflection in the river. 'Anywhere why would she care?' Binding her unruly and now frizzy hair at the top of her head and decided to leave; The prince was yet again waiting for her behind the bushes."Why are we going to the town today?"She asked as innocently as possible, despite knowing the very reason of the sudden visit. Perhaps since she wanted him to say it out and aloud to her, that indeed- he 's a failure, that his life is a failure and that he was repenting his disicion of, 'biting of more than he can ever chew!' That he had wedded the hiress of one of the richest house hold in all over Hindustan and now he wasn't able to provide for her.She sneered internally.While blinked at him innocently for the answers that were now long due.'To send you back to your father.' He must have stated her, despite of w
Thirst of power Chapter 13
 From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.-socratesTHE SAME NIGHTThe low howling of the flesh eating predatory creatures of the dark can be clearly heard from where she lay on yet another murky mattresses.It was an irony indeed that from the ill-fated night two moons ago when she had crossed path with that so called prince for the first time. She had been reduced into but a common maid. Had eaten nothing but stale distasteful cookery, eversince. Sometimes boiled rice with wild beans and now dried chapattis with nothing but chopped onions to pass the days...........and at nights waited her an old flattened mattress, reminding of more unfortunate times when there was nothing but dewy grass on the hard ground to make a bedding for her under the green tarpaulin roof.It was the outhouse of her own residence or the villa that had been once her residence. 'Unbelievable!' but truth nonetheless!When she came back here, she knew not how to confront her father. After all th
Thirst of power Chapter 14
 Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.-Martin Luther King JrHe himself in all his flesh and blood stood at her door, leaning over a tree trunk with his eternal, exasperating smirk.For a moment or so they stood there looking at each other. Neither saying a word and while Devika did not know what to say, her husband was contemplating how to!But soon enough Devika returned to her true mind, reminding herself how he had made her feel like a shabby insubstantial woman over and over again while he used her worse than an article. And now that her use was over, he had tossed her aside with no life line whatsoever! 'what are you doing here?' the words were on the tip of her tongue but she decided better than that and slammed the rickety wooden door hard on his face. Now THAT she hoped was a very clear message to leave her alone but then she barely knew this man!He didn't feel humiliated when she thrust the door close on his face, not one bit becaus
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Blessed are those who give without remembering and take without forgetting.-Elizabeth Bibesco"No, No forest again I promise. We are going back to the palace of Maniteek."Now that new proclamation sent another kind of chills down her spine altogether. Recalling the reasons of his elopement in the first place.'Why is he going back there?' What has changed now?From what she had gathered from the rumors going around, even before she had met him was that the king of Maniteek wanted him to marry the princess he had molested. An unfamiliar kind of pang settled on her, pushing her deeper into the already deep dark hole she was living in.recalling the sinister occurrences that had led him here, to a forest for home, reducing him into no more than a vagabond.It's not like she hadn't thought about it before, she had done it! Every single moment that she had spent as his wife, her mind had revolved around the same predicament time and again. 'The demons of his past.' Although at the back
Thirst of power Chapter 16
 In the garden of memory. In the palace of dreams.....that is where you and I shall meet.-John Donnelly "For the sake of God, can't you control your language?" Even if unwittingly, a furious blush enveloped her natural rosy cheeks that she tried to obscure with an air of rage towards that insatiable man. 'Her husband precisely' And that is what his words had claimed, hadn't they?'Tonight I will make you cry my name so many times and in so many ways in my bed that you will never be able to recall even the first letter of the name of your dead lover.' She gulped looking further away into the darkness, lest he might notice something strange on her face and read her thoughts? For the imageries running through her mind after that tell-tale proclamation weren't something she would want him to know. 'Prepare yourself, because you are about to become my wife in real scene.''Ugghh!' She have to stop this insanity. But that was all futile wasn't it? Because she can already hear his muffl
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