SRIDEVI'S POV
"What... a marriage...?" I gasped, the words catching in my throat. "Ahhh, I can't! I can't—how can I marry someone who killed all our soldiers and ruined my brother's life, beating him mercilessly?"
The very thought made my stomach churn with disgust and anger. "No, this is not going to happen!" I shouted to my inner self, my voice trembling with emotion. There was no way I could accept this, not after everything he had done to us. It felt like a nightmare, and I would do whatever it took to stop it from becoming a reality.
"And where is my father? My father... He should be here, helping us with this demand!" I cried out, panic rising in my chest. "Is he really gone... ran away? No, he wouldn't do that. Not in his dreams... No! Something must have happened to him... He's in trouble, something's wrong!"
The words spilled from my lips in a rush, my mind spinning with dread. The absence of my father felt like a crushing weight, and fear gnawed at my every thought. There was no way he would abandon us, not when we needed him the most. Something had happened to him. I couldn't—no, I wouldn't—believe otherwise.
"You can't do this... this... to... my Akka... She's innocent! She doesn't know anything... please, leave her..." my brother pleaded, his voice breaking as he faced the disgusted man before us.
But no... he shouldn't be pleading. He shouldn't have to beg for my freedom. He's our pride, the pride of Chola, and he deserves so much more than to lower himself to this man. He shouldn't have to do this, not for me—no... I wouldn't let him.
"Leave my brother... Leave... himm..." I cried out, my voice laced with desperation. The tears flowed freely, but it didn't matter. This man was ruthless. He wouldn't care for my cries, my brother's pleas. He would do whatever he wanted. And in that moment, it felt like there was nothing I could do to stop him.
He was dragged to the tent, and I could sense his scream, his agonizing cries echoing in my mind, reaching out to me. Every scream, every desperate call for me, pierced through my soul, making my heart shatter with helplessness. The sound of his pain wrapped itself around me, squeezing the breath from my lungs.
I stood there, frozen, unable to move, unable to stop them. His screams for me were all I could hear, and yet there was nothing I could do to save him. The weight of the situation crushed me, leaving me feeling more powerless than ever before.
Suddenly, a rough voice cut through the air, "Take her to the Wedding Pavilion, abhi!"
Before I could even react, I was yanked forcefully by two female maids, their hands gripping me tightly. They dragged me, not caring for my resistance, as I stumbled over the cold, lifeless bodies and weapons that lay scattered under my feet. Every step I took felt like a reminder of how powerless I had become in this nightmare. My heart raced, panic clawing at my chest, but there was no escape. They were relentless.
A huge fire suddenly erupted inside the tent, its flames rising with an intense fury that seemed to consume everything in its path. I could feel the heat, the searing power of the blaze, as if it were alive, reaching for me. The air was thick with the smoke.
Mantras were being chanted by one man—his voice was strong, but not like a professional priest's. It was a man who had studied the Vedas, perhaps not formally, but with a deep, raw understanding of their power. His words were intense, the rhythm almost hypnotic, and they seemed to make the flames grow higher, fiercer.
The fire's wild energy mirrored the chaos inside me—this wasn't just a ceremony. This was something dark, something I couldn't escape from.
Suddenly, a rough voice broke through the tense air, sharp and commanding.
"Sahadev, just tell the important marriage mantras—that's enough. Now, this marriage is starting with seven soul promises, which are going to be taken by me," he commanded, his voice thick with menace, each word dripping with malice.
"Take her beloved brother, Karna, here. He wants to see his sister who is about to marry the father of the devil,haha.." he continued, the words slithering from his lips like venom.
The tone in his voice was dangerous, villainous—there was no mercy in it, no hesitation. It was the tone of someone who had already decided the fate of everyone in this room, someone who revealed in the power they held. The atmosphere grew heavier with every word, the tension palpable, as I prepared to make my twisted promises and seal their fate forever.
Suddenly, I was grabbed by a rough hand, and before I could even react, he... he... dragged me with a force that threw me into motion. Now, I found myself circling the fire, my feet moving against my will. The flames danced wildly, casting shadows on the ground as they bore witness to the increasing intensity of the mantras surrounding our twisted union.
"I promise that , I will never leave her life with peace!" he roared, dragging me in yet another round around the fire, his words ringing in my ears, heavy with malicious intent.
"I promise that I will make sure that her beloved persons are mercilessly tortured". By hearing these words from him, I couldn't move myself again. I got stuck in my place, there is no energy in me, I am just a dead body in a living one. I can't take another step forward."
In a swift, unexpected motion, I was lifted into the air. My senses couldn't process the sudden shift—everything around me seemed to blur. A rough body brushed against mine, and before I could react, I was weightless, suspended in the air. Two strong, calloused hands held me tightly, lifting me with a power I couldn't escape.
As I instinctively placed my soft hand against his bare chest, I could feel the roughness of his skin, the sheer force of his grip. Panic surged within me, and I struggled to free myself, to break free from the grip that held me. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move. My body felt frozen, trapped in his unrelenting hold. The harder I fought, the more impossible it seemed to break free. I was utterly powerless, unable to escape.
"I promise, I will torture her so completely that she'll lose herself entirely, unable to recognize even the person she once was." he continued his promises, that gave me a heavy heartache.
"Leave my sister... please..." I heard my brother's voice, trembling with pain. I couldn't even respond. My body felt like it was made of stone, too drained to lift my head or muster a single word.
"I swear, I will never give her the love or the care a wife deserves,"
"I promise that my heart will never belong to her. She will never know the love she seeks from me."
"I promise, that by my actions, I will strip away every sense of touch she once knew, leaving her numb to everything that she has."
And last...
"I promise that.......................................... His words faded into nothingness, and I couldn't hear the last promise he made. Everything went silent, as if the very air around me had swallowed them whole."
By hearing these six promises, I felt myself slipping away, as if the weight of them shattered my grip on reality. My thoughts became a blur, and everything after that faded into silence. My eyelids grew heavy, and I lost all sense of everything around me." by hearing these 6 promises i literally got out of my senses i got somewhat blurry in thoughts and i didn't hear anything after that and my eyelids are closed.
I opened my eyes, feeling utterly drained, surrounded by darkness. There was nothing left—not my strength, not my eyes, not my life, not even the faintest trace of the love I once held. But still, I couldn't abandon my courage. I thought to myself, I have to do something for my brother. I have to save him. I can't let him fall.
With all the will I could muster, I pushed myself up from what felt like a soft, unfamiliar mattress. As my hand brushed against something wet on my face, I instinctively reached out to touch it. My fingers encountered something slick, and as I brought it closer, I recognized the unmistakable scent of blood. A chill ran down my spine. Panic set in. What had happened? What was I covered in?
Why am I covered in blood???,
I could feel the ground trembling beneath me, but wait... no, it wasn't the ground. It was a palanquin, gently swaying with each movement. Where am I? Where am I being taken? How long have I been unconscious? How many hours have passed? My thoughts scrambled, desperate to piece together the missing fragments. And then, a horrifying thought struck me—Where is my brother?
A wave of panic hit me like a tidal wave. ahh... am i going to the place where i have married now.. Ohh kadavule !!!!!(oh.. god!!!!!)
SHIVAJI'S POV:
As all the promises were made for my beloved slave.., she fainted in my arms, fragile and delicate. She was so elegant, so frail—like a petal of a flower that could easily be crushed.
"I craved a crimson offering, a mark of my devil devotion, so I stained her hairline not with vermillion, but with my own blood. A deep, crimson tide, born from my own agony, flowed from the gaping wound in my palm, tracing a path of crimson down her hair, down her neck, until it reached the seductive valley of her cleavage. Oh, the exquisite ecstasy of this ritual..."
Even the softest cotton felt rough compared to her. How could a flower withstand the harshness of a single touch from her?
I could feel the weight of her fragility in my arms, and I knew, with even the slightest tightening of my grip, the consequences could be catastrophic. Her body, so delicate, would bleed out in an instant. The thought of hurting her, even unintentionally, twisted my heart in agony.
I gave a sharp command to the guards, my voice unwavering. "Prepare to head for Gwalior."
"You can't do this to her, you... you..." Karna screamed, his voice high-pitched and screeching, like a mosquito buzzing in my ears. His words barely registered, drowned by the cold fury that surged through me. I gave a sharp command to the guards, my voice unwavering.
"Take him to Gwalior," I ordered, my eyes burning with intensity. "Tie him in my dungeon."
The guards swiftly moved in, seizing karna with force, cutting off any chance for further words. His angry protests were silenced as they dragged him away, out of my sight. The coldness of the moment settled in as I watched him disappear, knowing that his reckless outburst had sealed his fate. My thoughts were disturbed when i heard a disgust voice
"Hey, Shivaji! You haven't even snuffed out the last embers of the king's reign, yet you already lord yourself over us? fucking bastard!
And why, pray tell, did you marry that spoiled, petulant princess? The Cheras, our valiant allies in this hard-won victory, have requested her surrender as a symbol of our triumph. Do you realize that this impulsive act of yours could ignite another bloody conflict? Another war?!" Bala roared, his voice a venomous hiss, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and jealousy.
"Bala, utter another word from your fucking mouth, and I shall not only silence you, but I shall ensure your suffering echoes through the jungle.
I will sever your remaining ear and offer it to the starving tigers as a gruesome tribute. You,fucking asshole, have you forgotten the debt you owe me? Did you find the king? No! Of course not! Right?? Now, vanish from my sight before I lose all semblance of control!" I replied with my extreme patience.
"This throne? It is mine, and only mine... None dare to claim a right .... You, you insignificant worm, will witness the true meaning of suffering. I will make your existence a living hell, a constant torment until you beg for death. Remember that,shivaji.." Saying that, Bala Rao turned his heel out of the tent,
his defiance only fueling the fire within me.it pushed my fury to new, uncharted levels. My anger surged, hotter and more uncontrollable than before, a storm building inside me, threatening to tear everything apart. His insolence, his audacity, had crossed a line—and now there would be no mercy, no restraint. Only the desire to make him pay for underestimating me.
After a long, exhausting journey, the camp was finally set up. The tent stood firm in the rugged landscape, a temporary refuge on the outskirts of Gwalior. The air was thick with the weight of anticipation. After this night, the next would see us at Gwalior's gates. I could feel the tension in the air, the calm before the storm that awaited us. Tomorrow, everything will change.
After the long, grueling journey, we finally arrived at Gwalior. The city greeted us with a sense of victory, preparations already underway to honor our arrival. The air buzzed with the excitement of our triumph. As we entered, I saw the king and my mother, Dhadi, standing at the forefront, their faces beaming with pride and warmth. They had come to welcome us, their presence a sign of the respect and admiration we had earned. The weight of the journey melted away as we were embraced by the city, but I knew this was only the beginning. The true battle had yet to unfold.
A fragile figure approached me, moving carefully with a few servants trailing behind her. She looked scared, her face trembling with uncertainty. With a deep breath, she steadied herself and walked beside me, her presence not going unnoticed.
We were welcomed by our family. My mother stepped forward, a smile on her face, her warmth evident as she greeted me. But as her gaze fell upon my slave, her expression shifted. A questioning look crossed her face, her eyes flicking between me and the figure beside me, silently asking what this new presence meant.
"Shivaji... is she blind?" My mother asked, her voice calm but laced with confusion, her eyes searching for answers. Her questioning gaze shifted between me and the fragile figure beside me. I could see the expressions of my father and Dhadi changing rapidly, their faces flickering with a mix of surprise and concern.
"Yes, but no one can sense more than her," I replied quickly, almost instinctively, defending her. But as the words left my mouth, I paused. Why did I feel the need to protect her? Why did I feel so compelled to shield her from their judgment? I couldn't even explain it. It was as if something inside me pushed me to defend her, despite the circumstances.
"After the ritual of graga praveh, a heavy silence lingered in the air, until it was finally broken by my dhadi's voice,
"For years, I've been asking you to get married, and you didn't even glance at any girl! But now, look at you—bringing home a wife! What a shock! And she's as beautiful as heaven! Even though she's blind, her eyes are saying things I can't even understand! You better make this marriage work, young man, and promise me you'll keep her happy, or I'll start giving you love advice every day—whether you want it or not!" My Dhadi said with a wink and a chuckle.
I didn't respond to her; I simply smiled, not wanting to add to her worries. Sometimes silence spoke louder than words. My heart felt a strange sense of calm, even amidst the uncertainty. Both my father and mother then blessed us,
"Even though she is the daughter of our enemy, I don't know what made you marry her," my mother said, her voice filled with concern. "As far as I know you, your intentions aren't always the purest. But I'll tell you something, dear—when I look at her, she seems like an innocent flower, completely unaware of the world's darkness. So please, show her the respect she deserves." my mother said. And i gave same reaction to her 🙂
"Come here, beta, what is your name?" My Dhadi asked my slave, her tone warm but curious.
She didn't respond. The silence felt like a sharp slap. How could she disrespect my family like that? My frustration boiled as I grabbed her wrist tightly, intending to say something, but she remained silent, unmoved, not uttering a word.
My Dhadi, ever the understanding one, softened her tone. "She must be tired from the journey. It's okay, beta, it's your wedding night. Don't worry, take some rest and prepare for the rituals."
But she still didn't show any reaction, not even a flicker of acknowledgment. It was like she was somewhere else entirely, lost in her own world, leaving me with a strange mix of confusion and irritation.
So I must show my skill to my beloved slave on this wedding night , "Get ready, my brave girl... You wanted to see the real me, didn't you? I thought to myself, as I turned and walked away to freshen up.
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